Saturday, March 3, 2018
Saturday, March 26, 2016
From now on.
Its been a REAL long time that I've blogged and its only because i was riding a roller coaster called life.
Alot of things happened over a period of time. When I look back today, I realize how badly I wanted that time to pass. How self destructive my life had become, but in reality someone in some corner was secretly building me up.
Its true, there is a phase in everybody's life that is a benchmark of their being. Adulthood, its crazy and more than than the transformation of teenage to an adult is an eyeopener. Things we read in our school books, morals that the stories taught us are all rotting in some dirty corner during that time (well at least in my case). One fine day, u explode, this is not your life, this is not how you planned, not how its supposed to be. That day the story makes one of the biggest turns.
Crisp and Clear I remember my day of explosion. I did a lot of things recklessly, I played around with people, I boasted my fake self, I did everything that one is not supposed to do.
I broke, shattered myself in to little pieces that even after 2 years i'm still collecting them.
There is a miracle in my life, and I'm the only witness.
To picture this, I was on the edge till that day, till that phone call. And after that call, I had fallen off the cliff, all I held to was a rope, which was thrown at me as a mercy.
Moments were when I wanted to just leave it and fall to my own disgust, moments were when I felt the rope loosening the other end, moments were when I wanted to climb back and be normal again but there was just grey air around me and the rope.
With time, the rope just withered and became harder to trust on.
But I held and climbed up the hope and here I am. Secretly the person who held the rope at the first place had become a rock with time. And now I stay at the cliff, with the just one hope, to see the rock turn back.
Alot of things happened over a period of time. When I look back today, I realize how badly I wanted that time to pass. How self destructive my life had become, but in reality someone in some corner was secretly building me up.
Its true, there is a phase in everybody's life that is a benchmark of their being. Adulthood, its crazy and more than than the transformation of teenage to an adult is an eyeopener. Things we read in our school books, morals that the stories taught us are all rotting in some dirty corner during that time (well at least in my case). One fine day, u explode, this is not your life, this is not how you planned, not how its supposed to be. That day the story makes one of the biggest turns.
Crisp and Clear I remember my day of explosion. I did a lot of things recklessly, I played around with people, I boasted my fake self, I did everything that one is not supposed to do.
I broke, shattered myself in to little pieces that even after 2 years i'm still collecting them.
There is a miracle in my life, and I'm the only witness.
To picture this, I was on the edge till that day, till that phone call. And after that call, I had fallen off the cliff, all I held to was a rope, which was thrown at me as a mercy.
Moments were when I wanted to just leave it and fall to my own disgust, moments were when I felt the rope loosening the other end, moments were when I wanted to climb back and be normal again but there was just grey air around me and the rope.
With time, the rope just withered and became harder to trust on.
But I held and climbed up the hope and here I am. Secretly the person who held the rope at the first place had become a rock with time. And now I stay at the cliff, with the just one hope, to see the rock turn back.
Monday, June 1, 2015
Monday, May 4, 2015
Sketches in Ink
Sketches Ahmedabad
Medium: Ink (black)
Jama Masjid, Old City
National Institute of Design, Ahmedabad
Sangath - Office of Ar. B.V Doshi
Jama Masjid
Jawahar Kala Kendra, Jaipur
Jama Masjid, Ahmedabad
Saturday, January 10, 2015
Saturday, July 12, 2014
Golden temple.
Sone di zameen
beri de dwaar
lakhan akhiyan di aas
hathan di ardas
tu ve sajn
Na sikh, na hindi na hi muslim
main haan us sajn de chaar dwar
har parikarma di har ardas
har deep di har jot
koi apni jit te koi apni haar
le k aya tere ghar
koi tera upkar te koi teri shikayat
le k aya tere ghar
har kahani da ek aisa
sach jaanda
sirf tu
lakhan dilan di sun
har dil ch tere
layi ek sandes aya
dak nhi
par bhejan wala aya
na tera koi roop
na teri koi kahan
sahi kehni ae meri maa
vishwas te tiki ae zindagani
lakhan vishwas ne tikaya
tera sansar
hazaran meelan to khich
le aya tera vishwas.
sachi suchi thaan
te sacha sucha banda
aap hi khush
aap hi khushi hai
mere varge kavi di kavita
kisi chitrkaar de rang
kisi ragi da raag
kisi vyakti da vyaktitav
kisi zameen di pehchan
sajn ve,
aya tere ghar
vsa lae apna sansar
tera sarovar, sirf amrit nahi
par ek ek bande da dhedha hai
tere hon di vajah
sirf ramdas nhi
par ek ek bande di aas te pryaas hai
sajn ve tu vda
tera naam hor v vda
gumnaam hoke v tera vda naam.
beri de dwaar
lakhan akhiyan di aas
hathan di ardas
tu ve sajn
Na sikh, na hindi na hi muslim
main haan us sajn de chaar dwar
har parikarma di har ardas
har deep di har jot
koi apni jit te koi apni haar
le k aya tere ghar
koi tera upkar te koi teri shikayat
le k aya tere ghar
har kahani da ek aisa
sach jaanda
sirf tu
lakhan dilan di sun
har dil ch tere
layi ek sandes aya
dak nhi
par bhejan wala aya
na tera koi roop
na teri koi kahan
sahi kehni ae meri maa
vishwas te tiki ae zindagani
lakhan vishwas ne tikaya
tera sansar
hazaran meelan to khich
le aya tera vishwas.
sachi suchi thaan
te sacha sucha banda
aap hi khush
aap hi khushi hai
mere varge kavi di kavita
kisi chitrkaar de rang
kisi ragi da raag
kisi vyakti da vyaktitav
kisi zameen di pehchan
sajn ve,
aya tere ghar
vsa lae apna sansar
tera sarovar, sirf amrit nahi
par ek ek bande da dhedha hai
tere hon di vajah
sirf ramdas nhi
par ek ek bande di aas te pryaas hai
sajn ve tu vda
tera naam hor v vda
gumnaam hoke v tera vda naam.
Friday, May 16, 2014
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