ja, pooch usss Chaand se!

Woh intezaar nahi asaan, khatm jo na ho paye...

तुमसे दूर इस शक़्स का, ना पूछो क्या हाल है;
दर्द है, तड़प है, और हज़ारों सवाल है। 

कुछ ऐसे सवाल है, जिनके दर्दभरे जवाब है;
आरज़ू है तुम्हारी, पर हासिल सिर्फ ख़्वाब है।  

कल के चाँद से पूछो, हम रात भर जागते रहे;
तुम गहरी नींद में थे, पर हम तड़पते रहे। 

हाँ, पता है, सुबह होते, तुम इंतज़ार करोगे;
मेरे ना होने पर, परेशान से रहोगे। 

पर उस रात का क्या, जब दिल तरसते रह जायेगा,
तुम्हारा इंतज़ार करते, शायद थक भी जायेगा। 

वो इंतज़ार नहीं आसान, ख़त्म जो न हो पाए; 
वो इश्क़ नहीं आसान,मुमकिन जो न हो पाए।  


हाँ, पता है, सुबह होते, तुम इंतज़ार करोगे;
मेरे ना होने पर, परेशान से रहोगे। 

पर उस सुबह का क्या, जब तुम तलाशते रहो,
मगर पिछली रात ही, ये दिल धड़कना छोड़ दे?...

~ Ruu ~ 
17 November 2017

Talaashti nigaahey...

जिस राह पे है हम, ग़ज़ब की भीड़ है;
पर हम सबसे दूर, बस उनके कऱीब है... 
जिन्हें ढूँढ़ते हुआ अरसा, मगर वो दिखा नहीं,
फिर भी तलाशती रही, ये निगाहें भी अजीब है!

~Ruu 
14 November 2017

Tu...

झोपण्या आधी, उठल्यानंतर, 

फक्त तुझी आठवण असते, 

कधी स्वप्नात पाहते डोळे तुझे,

आणि त्यात माझी प्रतिमा दिसते.

~ Ruu ~
2 November 2017
Bangalore

Damn, that smile!

Tera jaana hi bahot hai,
Dil jalaane ke liye.
Teri muskaan hi kafi hai,
Fir mananey ke liye.

Ruu
26 Oct 2017
Bangalore

So Light... So Loved!

“Rhea, Rhea… Where are you?” 

Called her mom, for the 4th time; 

Only to be met by silence. 

Silence accompanied little Rhea.

Under the bed, in the darkest corner.

Sad, Scarred. 

Santa never shows up, she realized.

Crying in the verandah, late one night.

Shaken, Heartbroken!

Backbencher, Rebel, Loner, No-Good, 

In library, searching answers in books.

Wondering, Wandering.

“Fight, no flight, no freeze” she thought.

On the stage, pretending to the bravest.

“Fight, not flight”.

Love she loved, but wasn’t destined.

Lone on a bench, with loose wrist.

Drained, Drenched.

Couldn’t fit in. She wasn’t meant to be.

Kept working, to keep busy.

Busier than a bee.

Ya, she couldn’t fit in, but, hey, she tried. 

Weddings, kids, family, pets, cooking…

Sucked, Sulked. 

She loved rains, her eyes did too.

Insomniac, she rain-walked.

“So cold”, she cried.

Self travels, timeouts, all she’d do.

For her, there was someone too..

…Her Solo soul.

Her fragile heart that, beat her, beat last.

Atop mountains, at last, there she was.

So Light, So Loved. 

Ruu  …. 18 October 2017 ….

Cross forests, climb mountains, chase rainbows
It might be all worth, in the end, who knows?

Main Jogan...

Main jogan ban chali, Tere Khumaar mein;
Main fasaana ban chali, Tere qaraar mein...


Ishraaq se shab tak, tasawwur se lab tak;
Main nagmaa ban chali, Teri chaah mein...


Na chaahe fursat, bass ek muhobbat;
Main deewani ban chali, Teri talaash mein...


Phir na ho furqat, rahe sirf barqat;
Main zeba ban chali,  Teri widaad mein...


Akhaaz se abb tak, aur qazaa tak;
Main ibaadat ban chali, Teri muraad mein...



Ruu
12 October 2017
Sometimes we find our true selves, in "Me-time"!


*Khumaar: intoxication
*Qaraar: Satisfaction
*Isharaaq: Dawn
*Tasawwur: imagination
*Furqat: Separation
*Barqat: Abundance
*Zeba: Beautiful
*Widaad: Affection
*Akhaaz: The beginning 
*Qazaa: The lapse/death
*Ibaadat: Prayer
*Muraad: Desire

Sukoot-e-Shab

Sukoot-e-Shab mein bhi, Woh kahaa soti thi?

Ek puraane khalish se, Dil-Shikastah woh roti thi.

Iss Aalam ke tareeko ka, idraak usey tha kahaan?

Habeeb ki talab liye, woh rahti gum gashtah.

Kaafir, awaarah jaisey, ilzaamo pe woh hasti thi,
Ishtiyaaq wala dil liye, Maftoon woh chal padti thi.

Qudrat ki thi shafaaqat, Ya ibaadat me uske zor tha;

Ek Farishta ek khwaab sa, Uskey ab ru-ba-ru tha!

Sukoot-e-Shab mein abb, woh be-fikr soti hai;

Farishton ki koshish, Shayad ye hi hoti hai….

Ruu.
5 October 2017
Bangalore


Journey of finding ... Me

Wow! I'm confused!

When u care, you're a "care-taker"

When I care, I'm "dominating"?

When you say No, it's a "Hell, NO" 

When I say No, it's a "maybe"??

When you do nothing, you're unwinding:

When I do the same, I'm oh so lazy? 

When you help, you're considerate;

When I slog, it's my duty? 

When you yell, you're hurt; 
When I shout, I'm a bitch? 

When you're sad, you're just sad,

When I breakdown, I'm always a mess? 

When you succeed, it's your hard work. 

When I shine, it's your support? 

Wow! I'm confused!

~Ruu 

1 December 2016

Rahey hum ajnabi, Sirf ajnabi.

Thes pahunchane waley toh, humesha mere apne hi they,

Ab sochte hai, buss gairon se hi, Hoti Rahe mulaqaatey.

Ajnabi Rahey ajnabi, Na pehchaan agey badhey,
Dil ke Kareeb, Na hum bulaye, Na wo pahunchey. 

Na baatein ho zindagi ki, buss khamosh Rahe,
zakhm-e-zindagj, us khamoshi mein dafn Rahe.

Buss ho muskuraahate, jashn mein us pal ke.
Gham agar aana bhi chahe, to laut jaye palat ke. 

Baad is mulaqaat ke, tanhaai me laut aye.
Ek chaadar aisi odhe, ki sote rahe, buss sote Rahe. 

Ruu.
19 November 2016

Connect… a true “Connect”!

You belong to this world, we all do!

You find people, just people all around.

From morning to evening to starry nights through dawn.

…Family, relatives, neighbors, acquaintances, strangers, friends, a date….

But all that matters in the end is one true “Connect”

When you find someone you truly “connect” with, you’ll just know it.

True “Connect” needs no words, no conversations.

No masks, no best behavior, no justifications.

Sometimes, not even familiarity, or congeniality!

But, when you find someone you truly “connect” with, you’ll just know it.

It’s not about being in love, or attachment, or attraction.

In fact, a “Connect” may be totally without any relationship.

When nothing matters & when you really don’t need a “Sign” …

Attachment, detachment, proximity, distances… doesn’t matter,

When you find someone you truly “connect” with, you’ll just know it.

Just a deep eye contact, just one simple conversation,

Just one sip of tea, or a glass of wine,

Just a handshake or a warm hug,

When you find someone you truly “connect” with, you’ll just know it.

A long lost friend, you reconnected with,

Your first love – failed, but not really forgotten,

Or a perfect stranger you ended up chatting with,

When you find someone you truly “connect” with, you’ll just know it.

Stay in contact or choose not to,

Fall in love, or choose not to,

Be happy ever after with, or choose to let go,

But, when you find someone you truly “connect” with, you’ll just know it.

@RuuOnGo

17 November 2016

Bangalore

My Lady!

Last to notice your tears, first to gift you one. 

Love was your notion, he was in just for fun. 

Sure he dated you, but 'You' coerced him to wed. 

Then came kids, wasn't he happy single instead? 

First abortion was a shocker for you; to him it came easy.

2nd time you were adamant. Of course a sad pregnancy! 

He's Glued to screens, especially when you pour your heart out. 

"You're such a time-hogger drama queen, bitch, cut it out!."

He Eats, drinks, laughs, pants & shits with his partner: his phone. 

He's on tinder, xxx & more ; and you? You're just heartache-prone. 

He's Romantic when horny & abusive when refused. 

You came with certain benefits; so, why feel used?

Why a career break? Why study? Why startup? 

"You're my retirement plan, lady, please don't fuck-up!"

Get kicked, get slapped,

get abused, feel trapped. 

Or break free, get bold, 

dream big, get a hold. 

Survive, Believe, Rebel, Struggle, Fight! 

Win, Win again, keep Winning! 

Screw him, screw the world, carry on! 

Shine, shine again, keep shining! 

@RuuOnGo

Heart beat skipper..

I am (was/am...whatever!) fundamentally sentimental (hopelessly Romantic)
Until I was forced to grow up... Be practical et al.
So, in this pragmatic rush, I had almost forgotten how a few things, people, songs, words made me skip my heartbeat... That intense spike in between 2 beats, that deep sigh... How did I forget all that?

Anyway, after a long long, long time, one unusual suspect made me do all that, still wondering how!
A Song!
Guess what? In my busy schedule, I heard this song for the first time (it's apparently reaching its 2nd anniversary) & i haven't seen the video yet (now, I don't intend to either)... Go ahead judge me ;)

(For records, the last time this happened was almost a decade ago.... Yeah, of course for someone!)

Film: Airlift
Song: Soch Na Sake
Lyrics:

Tenu itna main pyar karaan, Ik pal vich sau baar karaan
Tu jaave je mainu chhad ke, Maut da intezaar karaan

Ke tere liye duniya chod di hai, Tujhpe hi sans aake rukhe
Main tujhko kitna chahta hoon..Ye tu kabhi soch na sake

Kuch bhi nahi hai ye jahan, Tu hai to hai ismein zindagi

Kuch bhi nahi hai ye jahan, Tu hai toh hai isme zindagi

Ab mujhko jaana hai kahan, Ke tu hi safar hai aakhiri

Ke tere bina jeena mumkin nahi
Na dena kabhi mujhko tu faasle
Main tujhko kitna chahati hoon
Ye tu kabhi soch na sake

Tere liye duniya chod di hai
Tujhpe hi saans aake rukhe
Main tujhko kitna chahta hoon
Ye tu kabhi soch na sake

Ankhon ki hai yeh khwahishein
Ki chehre se teri na hatein
Neendon mein bas tere
khwabon ne li hai karwatein

Ki teri ore mujhko leke chale
Ye duniya bhar ke sab rastein
Main tujhko kitna chahta hoon
Ye tu kabhi soch na sake

Tere liye duniya chod di hai
Tujhpe hi sans aake rukhe
Main tujhko kitna chahta hoon
Ye tu kabhi soch na sake

Lyricsted: http://www.lyricsted.com/soch-na-sake-lyrics-arijit-singh/#ixzz40XnWUELL

My dear imperfections!

Why did I despise them, all this while?

They’re a part of me, of who I really am!

Today I call out to them, accept & love them.

They’re a part of me, of who I really am –

-       My imperfections!

My blemished skin, my greying hair.

My unsettling waistline, my dawning wrinkles.

My vanity-free looks, my rebellious fashion-choice.

My tomboyish self, my headstrong decisions.

My unconventional paths, my over-ambitious plans.

My emotional goof-ups, my hidden introvertism,

My craving for solitude, my need for travel.

My temper tantrums, & ridiculous PMSisms.

Today I call out to them, accept & love them.

They’re a part of me, of who I really am –

-       My imperfections!

I love my C-Section Scar, a reminder of my beautiful bundle of joy!

I love my dark circles, an after-effect of a long night, but for a cause!

I, surprisingly, love being without lipstick, to kiss my baby 1000 times!

I love my messy hair, that’s my little one’s evergreen favorite toy!

I’m ok with the chaos around me; it beats my belief of being a superhuman.

I’m ok with the piling laundry; I steal that time for something more important.

My home is exact opposite of a typical “model-flat”, but it’s still a home to us.

My baking skills are questionable, but still I can fix a decent meal. I think.

Today I call out to them, accept & love them.

They’re a part of me, of who I really am –

-       My imperfections!

I’m a mother, a wife, a Daughter in law, but not to perfection!

I’m an aspiring businesswoman, but not at all to perfection!

I carry my baby to my biz-place & I get my biz-work at home!

I work hard on Weekdays & sometime much harder on Weekends.

I care less for the judgments passed everyday.

I laugh off the claims of ‘ideal-so & so’, pretty shamelessly!

I don’t associate with ‘game-buddies’ or latest TV soaps.

I’m guilty of escaping group-chats & other virtual “social” norms!

Call me boring, call me workaholic,

Call me old or call me old-fashioned.

But I can’t assure that I’d care.

So, Today I call out to them, accept & love them.

They’re a part of me, of who I really am –

-       My imperfections!

Today, I choose to break-free from my long-lived inhibitions.

Today, I rise above my guilt around my imperfections.

I’m at ease now, with my real self!

I’m at peace with my imperfect self!

After all, it’s known that nobody is perfect.

But we try! And we strive perfection.  Including me!

I won’t stop trying to fix them, correct them.

But yes, now, I won’t despise them!

Today I call out to them, accept & love them.

They’re a part of me, of who I really am –

-       My imperfections!  

...My dear imperfections!

~ Rupa Patil

An imperfect, but happy soul.

22 August 2015, Bangalore

Rupa@WeekendNuts.com

At ease with myself & my imperfections!