Time stands still - my first haiku

I am in a moment that stays frozen
There's no motion, no action
only lack of it, fills the horizon

It peers at me and look back at it in awe
as if trying to acquaint with each other

dahshat aur ibaadat - my dedication as a witness to 26/11

Jisse kar chukka tha main dafn
Kyun wo phir se zinda ho chala
Ho gayi thi jis dard ki saansein khatm
Kyun laut aaya hai phir woh gila

Hai shikan peshaani pe daag ki tarah ab jadi si
Yeh aah hai shayad meri rooh ki jo arsse se thi gadi si

Koi cheelta ho jaise zakhmon ki paratein
Yaad karne pe us qahar ka ahsaas yun bhi hota hai
Kahin dah gaya qaba jaise ruk gayi ibadatein
Baad marne ke kya zahar ka ahsas yun bhi hota hai?

firaaq –e-aman mein chain kahaan Qaatil ko
Dozaqh nahin use bas talaash hi haasil hai
khoon-e-maasoom se sane haath dua mein uth jaaye to
woh qayamat kya kisi deen ki manzil hai?

525,600 minutes, 525,000 moments so dear- how do you measure a year?

This is the song that my soul sings today at crossroads of old and new. I am still the same old and new alike but life is changing. It is not just a digit that changes every year, it is more. I look back at last year, its days and nights. The people that 2009 brought into my life and the ones it took away. I am numb right now, cos i cannot unleash it all, i am scared of the aftermath of emotional tsunami rather tidal wave of thoughts.

I began in on auto mode, went on to learn my lessons in professional life and began questioning everything. I asked this year about my decisions, my purpose, my potential, my limitations, my dear ones and the ones i stay away from. I asked this year at every step and moved ahead as myself - praful. Not a friend who does what others want him to do, Not a son who abides by the rules, Not an employee who fills in the hours and delivers whats expected. I dreamt,I learnt, I became myself again. Yes, I failed more than before and that got me so close to truth of life and that made my struggles fiercer, victories more joyful and perched my thirst of existence with ambrosia of purpose and faith. Its my vision, my feelings, my understanding of people's joys, sorrows, habits and desires that makes 2009 for me. 4 digits that encompass a plethora of milestones for me, for those who are mine and for humankind. It never was before and never will be again- a year, the moments, the tapestry of miracles clustered into days, months and lives.

2009 will be etched in my heart as a beautiful symphony not bittersweet but just blissful as it is. A melody playing against the backdrop of a breakup, unemployment, realisations of how I can be a better brother, nostalgia of all the spellbinding movies, books and stories. 2009 will never be anything else and makes the perfect predecessor for all that 2010 stands for. I am ready for newer ecstasies and agonies. I stand pondering at the possibilities and my plans. A song plays on my mind thats wise, nice and sums it all better than I ever could. let me know how you like it . Happy 2010, may you be loved, successful, happy, peaceful and wise. May you conquer your own inner world and emerge vistorious in every struggle, stronger and more determined to live the essence of life - love.


From OST of the movie "The Rent"

525,600 minutes, 525,000 moments so dear. 525,600 minutes - how do you measure,
measure a year? In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights, in cups of coffee. In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife. In 525,600 minutes - how do you measure a year in the life?
How about love? How about love? How about love? Measure in love. Seasons of love.

525,600 minutes! 525,000 journeys to plan. 525,600 minutes - how can you measure
the life of a woman or man?

In truths that she learned, or in times that he cried. In bridges he burned, or the way that she died.

It’s time now to sing out, tho the story never ends let's celebrate remember a year in the life of friends. Remember the love! Remember the love! Remember the love! Measure in love. Seasons of love! Seasons of love