मुसाफिर

सूरज जब ढलता होगा,

दिल उसका भी पिघलता होगा,

याद उसे भी आती होगी,

 आंखें उसकी भी भर आती होगी,

अब तो पंछी भी लौट गए, घर उसे भी जाना है,

पर जीवन एक संघर्ष है, उसे चलते ही जाना है।

~शलभ मालिक

Love you to the moon & back❤️

So yesterday, facebook  showed up a photograph featuring me and my wife. The photograph was

taken on the day of our one month anniversary. For a long time now, I have been struggling with writing anything even One liners & captions, but, this time, a caption struck me right when I saw

the pic & I instantly shared it captioning 'cheers to the time when we were younger, slimmer & had more hair'.

As I look back today, it seems like yesterday the pic was clicked.

It seems-like eternity we have known each other. We have changed, we have matured, we are no longer slim, young, energetic like we used to be years ago. But the good part is that we have grown up together. And as time has passed, we have become happier, loving each other more with each

passing day we do not say 'I love you" as many times as we used to, but we now mean at each passing moment by our actions & feelings.

The level of bonding has increased leaps & bounds overtime. And now, the birth of our son, has not divided our love for each other but has multiplied it.

I wish to re-write this post 50 years later with this feeling of love increased by a factor of 50.

P.S.— my writing has lost sheen...it is wayward.

P.S. - Time flies, love remains. It’s like wine, older the better.

Reverberating thoughts 💭

"Lying in the bed, doing nothing."

That's what I have been upto for the last few days. My broken leg has kept me on the bed trapped in the four walls of the room.
Sometimes, I complain out of plain frustation about this. Other times, I feel blessed to have had this wreakage.
Life these days is full of energy drainers around us. On normal days, work sucks out most of the juice, a part goes in managing the in-house issues and the rest is drained on instagram, facebook, whatsapp etc.
In July, 2018 I shifted to Bilaspur and was pretty excited about the idea of working for the best institute of my organization. But things didn't work out as i expected and i am faced with a hell lot of problems since then.
All this hasn't allowed me to sit and think as to what is amiss.
These few days spent lying down sans a thing to do have got me thinking of the things that I should take up to restore positivity in my life.
I now have a bucketlist, with mostly old and some new tasks to it, to complete after the plaster is gone.
Most importantly, I am back to the old habit of making lists.
As a child, I have watched my father making lists for even the most trivial tasks.
I always questioned this process as I felt that he is so into accomplishing the list that his life is somewhere lost.
He would simply say that you will understand with time.
Today, I realize that he is right.
With too many things taking place in our life after we grow up, it becomes impossible to deliver on all commitments. After something goes haywire, we ignore it, it loses priority and it slips out of our mind.
Having a list is good to remember stuff till we finish it and it is ticked off.
Now, with every task ticked off, the sense of accomplishment fills the air and we feel more confident. (today's lifestyle brings a sense of despair out of no reason)
But, at this point I would again enthuse that the list should not just be about works to be done, but also, the things that matter for the sake of family, hobby, self development, betterment of the society etc.
That way, a balance would be struck between work and self-development because it is not only about being an achiever, but also about being what you are meant to be.

P. S. - 1."Light 10 candles in your life, but make it a point to light one in somebody else's life."

2."Dream and let dream."

अर्थ अनर्थ

भटक गया है ऐ राही तू, जाने क्या सब ढूँढ रहा है,

करने क्या आया था रहबर, व्यर्थ में अर्थ अब ढूँढ रहा है,

यह संसार मृत्युशैया है, तेरा सब ठग जायेगा,

क्या लेके तू आया ही था, क्या ही लेके जायेगा,

रेल यात्रा सा है जीवन, कई पड़ाव लाता हैं,

हर पड़ाव पर कोई यात्री, आपनी मंजिल पता हैं,

कोई किसी का यार नहीं, सब रह-गुज़र के नाते हैं,

तेरा मकसद कुछ और है, ये तो बस भटकाते हैं,

बचपन सच्चा दोस्त है, मकसद साफ़ दिखता है,

वक़्त का पहिया फिर हमसे, यह बचपन ही ले जाता है,

फिर जीवन मंच के प्रपंच में, जीवन का मकसद खो जाता है,

व्यर्थ की बातों में ही, जीवन अनर्थ हो जाता है|

P.S.- Written in the fond memory of my grandfather, inspirational writer, poet, Late Shri Rampujan Malik. Yesterday was his death anniversary. I don’t usually write in hindi because I feel belittled by his artworks, but today I attempted it as a dedication to him. Miss you Baba!!