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Yet Another One....

I have said it a lot of times. I am not a poet nor I claim to be. I just write, whatever crap I write, what I feel or am thinking. So before giving the comments that how crappy the poetry is, please keep this in mind. Here we go, गर बुझ भी गया चिराग-ऐ-हयात मेरा आब-दीदा ना होगा कोई , फ़क़त एक बेमाना सितारे के टूटने से फलक तन्हा नहीं हुआ करते! आब-दीदा — Teary Eyed चिराग-ऐ-हयात - Lamp of life फ़क़त - Just बेमाना - Insignificant फलक - Sky Aman….

World, A Heartless Place....

I won't say that I am back. I don't know yet. But I have been thinking of getting back to my blog for a while. There are many sad/unhappy events that have happened in the last few months. Some people, whom I thought were friends, turned out to be "practical" and just like always, I couldn't see. But on the other side, bumped into someone nice as well. And of course, on a very extreme side, got infected from Covid. A lot, isn't it? I actually thought I shall write about something happy but maybe it's my luck or maybe I am not that "practical" or "woke" as others are, I happened to see something today that just made me so sad. That much that I couldn't shrug it off.  There is this family in the neighborhood. An elderly couple with their son and daughter-in-law and two teenage kids(boys). Uncle is now very old and is now suffering from memory loss and very bad health. That much that he is admitted from a week in the hospital. Aunty, wh

Goodbyes Are Never Easy....

 So yes, it's been a while. I know. And I also know that I have said it not just one time but quite a few times that I shall be consistent with the updates. No excuse except that I am just being lazy. There has been quite a few times where I thought I shall write about those moments. But then again, some thing or the other happened and a day or two passed. Once that happened, I just didn't care about writing any more. Not good, I know.  What a pity that the first post that I am writing for this year is not a happy one either.  Today, one of my friend lost his father. Though the old person wasn't feeling well from couple of years and was of 91, still his sudden demise came as a shock. I got the call and when I reached at my friend's place, it was just like memories coming back to me.  I reached at his place and for few minutes, I just sat outside. There were some other people too sitting and I sat with one of them. At this moment, usually no one speaks. So we all were ju

Poetry Once Again....

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 I know it's been a while. But unless you are not living under a rock, you must be knowing how devastating the last few months have been for the entire world. And it's not yet over, unfortunately. I shall write about some of the things in future posts. But in the meanwhile, here is another feeble attempt of mine to be a poet. I am not nor do I claim to be so don't judge, please.  And here is it's translation in English,  Now there is no night of separation, there are no moments of being together.  There is no one in whom I exist, nor anyone is within me.  I have learned the art of hiding the pains, In the ashes of tears, somewhere, a peal of lost laughter is left.  Nor there is any regret from the word and nor there is sorrow-filled mysef,  It's just my control on tears cos there are some more breaths that are left.  A ruined world of heart and constantly wet eyes is the only earning now left,  No sorrowful or comforter is now left with Aman!  Hopefully I shall be m

A Gloomy Day....

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 It's been a day of hearing heart wrenching news. I got a message from one of my friends who is also works in a very senior position that she has lost her mother. A while ago, it was her dad that she had lost. Another friend I messaged to check his well being. He lost his dad 17 years ago. Still, even after all these years, the pain, the sadness was just that.  Then the news came of demise  of legendary Punjabi singer  Sardool Sikander . He has been one of the most renowned singers, came from a very esteemed musical clan. That news struck as a jolt. All of his songs are so so good- saadian paran to sikhi uddna,  teeran da ki karna , nazran ton gir gayi ,tera likh du safedian te naa ,maut v ni aauni ,jinna de roop ne sohne . One of his songs that I made my mom listen to a lot was  This was one of my favorite songs. Sardool sang this song from Heer's perspective that how she is saying that she won't leave her Ranjha at any cost. Song's first line is that Heer says, that s

So Much Angry....

 I am in a lot of thoughts lately, and today wasn't any different. But today, to turn my anger knob to it's highest level, two people came to my home today. They didn't do anything else but they knocked on the main door and started shouting, where is our sister? They were referring to my mom. I didn't recognize any of them but I did come out and asked what's the matter. One of them mentioned an old neighbor of mom whom I did remember from childhood. He mentioned he has his grand-daughter's wedding coming up and he has come to seek some help from mom. Hmm so here were two people, who never did bother to check on mom's health, never did contact her and today, suddenly, they needed help from their "sister"-sister who is not here anymore and they didn't even know that. I was just so furious. Not only I did show them how I am when you come and try to take advantage of my mom's helping nature but also, you try to show your bloody false affection

When Memories Hurt....

Some time, some things just leave you sad, even more so than you already feel.  Today, one of my mom's very old friend came all of a sudden to visit her. She had lost contact with mom. Today, she came looking for her. I had a vague memory of her as last I saw her was about 25 years ago. She had also changed a bit now. Age had hit her too but not that much. I told her about mom and she was taken aback by the news. She wanted to leave but I asked her to come inside and sit for some time. We sat for around 2 hours. So many things she mentioned about mom. If you don't know my mom, she was just so well respected everywhere. She was just so good and I am not saying cos she is my mom. She gave her the best. She used to go to a different city and had to reach at 8am. She would wake up at 4am, get everything done and she would reach on time. Same she inculcated in me as well. I am not even 1% of how good mom was. Aunty cried so much remembering her. After so long she came and she couldn