Chandu Chitrkaar

Chandu ka bus thaa ek pyaar,
ek din woh banega sabse achha chitrakaar,

Apne janamdin par usne ek chitti kholi
aisa laga ki uski kismat khulkar boli

bheja hai maine tujhe, ek sundar frame,
usme bharna woh chitr jisase ho sabse jyaada prem,

Pakit mein bhar kar paint brush ke gucche,
ek kora kagaj aur rangon ko daboche,

chal pada chandu apni cycle par savaar
apna sub se sundar chitra banaane ke liye taiyaar

dekhe usne bade bade jhaad,
unpar fulon ke rang karte sawaar,

kile ka bas tha ek bhura rang,
lekin geherai use khilaati apne sang

Chandu lekin tha santosh nahi,
Socha kyun naa kuch aur hi sahi.

Cham Cham karti cycle uski na ruki,
kuch toh thi har chitra mein kami

rangon mein doobe motor car,
na raas aayee use nadi, pahad ya phoolon ki bahaar

paaye unmein sundarta apaar,
par nahi tha unmein Chandu ka pyaar.

Udaas woh lauta ghar jab hui raat,
saath uske tha woh kora kagaz aur do saaf haath

Apne chehere ko hanthon mein dubaaye
Socha usne, "ki koi dhrishya use kyun nahi raas aayee"

Tab usne apne andar se avaaz suni
ki sabse sundar drishya to usne dekhe abi

woh bade bade jhaad, woh phool, woh phal,
unhone jiyaa tha apna har ek pal

us kile ka bhoora rang, tha hazaron saalon ka bharna,
un pathro ka kadi dhoop ko sahana, phir bhi na tootna ya bikharna.

Bus tab Chandu ka sabse sundar drishya uske ankho mein khila
Chandu aakhir apne chitra se apne angan mein mila

Lambi lakiren, woh peela rang, bhoori katorian aur unke sang
kuch safed gucche, peele mein chupte chupaate, aur kuch bhoora rang

Ho gayi Chandu Chitrakaar ka chitra tayaar
Chandu ke maa ki tasveer, uska ek hi pyaar.

The Others

The one common thing we all want is to be different.

When you meet a guy, you ll hear him say that he loves sports, movies, road trips,etc and when you meet a girl, her hobbies would invariably be painting, being creative, interior designing, fashion designing etc.

And we believe we are different. Most of our conversations about ourselves are animated around how we see things or think of things differently. But no matter how different you get. You will still do something that many others have already done. No matter how much we try, we are same at almost all levels.

But what is so great about being different? The "I am" or "I did it" factor, the " Every body look up to me" factor. The " I will always be remembered as....." factor. The "My contribution" factor. What ever it is, the focus is on being recognized, being seen differently, in the present and future.

Today are you willing to look into your neighbour's eye and openly declare that " I want to look good to you, and I will spend my entire life doing all that is needed to look good to you."

I always believed that if I live the journey right the result will finally be reached. But after 10 years I have realized that, 1. There is no right and no wrong. There are only different ways. 2. I did not aim, so I did not meet the objective. My purpose was my journey and that is exactly where I am and will be at the end of this life. On one of the ways..... with no idea where it leads. Because that is exactly where I want to be.

I have no where to reach. I have just to be.

There

I am never really here, I am always there,

Singing songs of morrow - the music blares,

Yes I love today - the things that make my day,

Yet there's a string that pulls me away.

The butterflies of tomorrow fly by me,

leaving me in sparkles floating free,

Oh the beauty!! the seductive tease,

Of ma ideas performing a striptease.

Taking shape, growing, taking form,

Dancing to its own music, buried for so long,

Opening up with grace, standing tall

Oh what a performance!! Applause Applause Applause

The color red, the strong scent,

the bold use of hands, the enchantment

My eyes, my thoughts, my ears, my nose

Are all absorbed in tomorrow's shows.

The future is more real than the present picture

My present is completely drowned in the perfect future

The moral of this graphic picture..is...

My present is my future

My future is my present.