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

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

Roo-ba-roo ho jaao, par...

Roo-ba-roo ho jaao par, na dekho in aankho mein
Ashq tere naam ka, nihaan inme rakha hain!

Roo-ba-roo ho jaao par, khamosh rehne do humey,
Meri dhadkano ka,  kohraam hi bus kaafi hain!

Roo-ba-roo ho jaao par, haal-e-dil pucho nahin,
gile-shikwo ki, ijaazat hi kahaan baaqi hain?

Roo-ba-roo ho jaao, par, na zid karo phir milne ki,
Tere baad zindagi , ek unchaahee takalluf hain!

Ruu  (- Rooh)

29 August 2013

Tanhaai bhi kya taalib hai …. Koi ho na ho, ye toh hai!  

... You cast a magic spell (on me)....

... You cast a magic spell (on me)....
With your romantic talks,
With your honest eyes,
With your loving hug,
With your naughty lies....

... You cast a magic spell (on me)....
With your intense thoughts,
With your passionate heart,
With your considerate touch,
With your unparalleled art...

... You cast a magic spell (on me)....
When you look into my eyes,
When you play with my hair,
When you hold my hands,
When you whisper "I'm here"

... You cast a magic spell (on me)....
When you make me feel secured,
When you take me as I am,
When you respect my love for you,
... and ...
When you say ... "Baby, I (still) love you"

~ Ruu ~ 4th June 2008, Bangalore

...You...

Dear “YOU”...

You are more than a man... you’re my angel;
You are more than a soul … you’re my existence.

You are more than a ray… you’re my sunshine;
You are more than a breeze… you’re my breath!

You are more than a music... you’re my heartbeat;
You are more than a hue ... you’re my rainbow.

You are more than a quote ... you’re my motivation;
You are more than a poem... you’re my inspiration.

You are more than silence... you’re my peace of mind;
You are more than solace… you’re my oasis of life.

You are more than a dream... you’re my memory;
You are more than a fairytale... you’re my Diary.

You, to me, are … more than you can imagine…!!!

~~ Ruu ~~ 14^th April, 2008
~~As I say Good bye to “You”~~

Never been loved this much!

For love, I will...

I've seen it in your eyes,
I've heard it in your voice,
I've felt it in your touch,
Oh! I've been never loved this much!

For love, I'll be alright,
I'll try with all my might;
For love, I'll wait...
even if you get a lil late.

Because..

I've seen it in your eyes,
I've heard it in your voice,
I've felt it in your touch,
Oh! I've been never loved this much!

For love, I'll work hard,
& be strong when we're apart;
For love, I'll believe ...
Believe in you and me!

Because..

I've seen it in your eyes,
I've heard it in your voice,
I've felt it in your touch,
Oh! I've been never, ever...

Never, ever been loved this much!

~ Ruu ~25^th April 2008, Bangalore
For you, My love &  for your love for me!

I'll be here, right here; until you find me! 

Busy Lives!!!

Why does our life get busy?
What happens when our lives get busy?
Do we have any control over our very own lives?

Why does our life get busy?
When priorities change in life; that is when life start getting busier.
And life remains busy until we think we have done enough for that priority… and of course until we nominate yet another ‘top priority’!
Well… once we get our passion set, our world revolves around that goal.
And nothing seems to be even half as important as that priority – not even self!

What happens when your lives get busy?
24 hours for a day runs short.
Time management – appears just a mere management term!
you are unable to do anything you think you should be doing; Be it contacting friends, calling up family members or even taking time for self. Everything else in life takes a back seat … except the current top priority!
NOW – the next question is …
When we dedicated all the time we have with all our might; to our ‘Top Priority’ – sacrificing everything else in life – Does it guarantee ‘peace of mind’ thru ‘sense of achievement’? Unfortunately – not always!

Do we have any control over our very own lives?
Ahh! That’s a question or it’s a symbol of confusion?
Many people say… that’s a question – a starting point of ‘Spiritualism’
Question? Confusion? Spiritualism?
....
Sorry
...I can’t cover that here... U see… I’m leading quite a busy life!!!

~ Ruu~
23^rd April, 2008; 00:05 am, Bangalore
Why are people so busy???

Kaisey Humey Na Yaad Rahey…?

Kaisey Humey Na Yaad Rahey…?

Ek tilismee mulaqaat, Ek haseen farishtey ke saath;
Uss saath ka tilismee asar, kaisey humey naa yaad rahe?

Thaamey rahe woh mera haath, aur jaagte rahe saari raat;
Uss raat ka katra-katra, Kaisey humey naa yaad rahe?

Humari har ek muskaan, Jisney maani apni shaan;
Uss shaan ko sambhale rakhna, Kaisey humey naa yaad rahey?

Humarii taraf unkii mohabbat, Aur unkii paak sohbat;
Uss Sohbat ki aisei barkat, kaisey humey naa yaad rahey?

Shaayad ek ajnabi hai who, lekin kaabil saahir hai woh;
Uss saahir ki jaan ban.na, Kaisey humey naa yaad rahey?


~ Rups ~ 28th March 2008 :)

Tah'joob karte the log saarey,
aisey they be.nazir khwaab humarey;
Unn Khwaabo ka haqeeqat ban.na,
Kaisey humey na yaad rahey???

...Achanak woh jab ayaa nazar…

Tham gaye usey phir dekhkar,
Achanak woh jab ayaa nazar…
Sitam phir hua tab rooh par –
Achanak woh jab ayaa nazar…

Saansey zara ruk si gayi,
Ashqo se palke jhuk si gayi,
Hua uska phir tilismi asar…
Achanak woh jab ayaa nazar…

Kya mohabbat, kya qazaa hai?
Meri tabaahi ki kya wajaah hai?
Jaaye kahaan? Dekhe kidhar…
Achanak woh jab ayaa nazar…

Yaadein phir taaza huyi,
Zindagi phir sazaa huyi,
Huye waqt se phir bekhabar…
Achanak woh jab ayaa nazar…

Kyoun humne usey roka nahi?
Kyoun usney hume dekha nahi?
Kyoun ro padey hum tootkar …
Achanak woh jab ayaa nazar…

~ Ruu ~ 11^th March 2008 …10ish pm
Church Street, MG Rd, Bangalore.

Why can’t I become invisible-
…especially to him who considers me one?
Why do I have to miss someone so dearly-
…especially him, who considers me 'No one'?

ग़ज़लों की कीताब ...

" कुछ पन्ने ख़ाली रह गये,
हम वो कीताब पूरी कर ना सके ;
जीनपे लीखा करते थे गज़ले ,
उन्ही से दोबारा मील ना सके !!! "

~ Rups ~ Bangalore ... Year 2006 ....
(C) Rupa.Patil.2008

…. Kuch Aur der takk…

Teri muskaan me, meri raahat ke kuch raaz hai;
Kaash yehi raahat milti rahe, … kuch aur der takk!

Aaj is sheher ki raat, hai buss tujh-se hi roshan;
Kaash ye raat chalti rahe, … kuch aur der takk!

Lafzon ko bhulkar, tera ‘nazron’ se baate karna;
Kaash ye nazar kaayam rahe, … kuch aur der takk!

Raaton ko badi der tak, buss teri khayalo me rehna;
Kaash yoon hi hum jagte rahe, … kuch aur der takk!

Mere thandey haatho ko, tera apne haathon se malna;
Kaash ye thandd bani rahe, … kuch aur der takk!

Milnaa, sambhalnaa, bigadnaa, muskuraana;
Kaash ye silsila chalta rahe, … kuch aur der takk!

Haan, apni mulaqaat, thi buss chand palon ki hi;
Kaash ke wo pal phir laute, … kuch aur der takk!

~ Rups ~ 25^th February 2008

Tere kareeb hone par, duniya ka thamna yaad hai;
Kaash sabkuch phir tham jaaye…… kuch aur der takk!

Princess for the day!

I chose my best outfit that evening,
To couple his smart style;
And to complement his funny frown,
I wore a bright & shiny smile!

A poolside table awaited us,
So did the best service in town;
& shortly, it was just two of us,
So elated we felt, when we found!

Chosen music & special cocktail
‘Especially’ picked for us;
Exquisite pasta to casually munch,
And Ah! That was delicious!

Chauffeur driven car at night,
Breezing thru enticing city lights;
He opened the door, holding my hand,
to a luxury lounge across the sand!

We talked, laughed & danced all night,
Hand-in-hand till the daybreak sight;
He, the ‘charming’ – as now, I say –
Made me feel like a princess for the day!!!

~ Rups ~ February 23^rd 2008, Mumbai

So, that’s how ‘pampering’ works?
Or should I think beyond?

The Color of Valentine!

Don’t ask “what’s the color of Valentine?”
For it’s always Red …
Don’t recheck if I’d love you…
The answer is “Yes”, till I’m dead!

The music may be loud around,
But I’m still in your ‘sigh’,
The smoke may cloud around,
But your aura on me is still high!

People around me don’t matter,
They’d come & they’d go;
But even if I won’t disclose
“You” are the only one I wanna know!!

Don’t ask “what’s the color of Valentine?”
For it’s always Red …
Don’t recheck if I’d love you…
The answer is “Yes”, till I’m dead!

~ Rups ~ 14^th February 2008,
Fusion Lounge, Bangalore

I miss your lies… more than I miss you!!!

By the end of an usual day,
A usual day without you,
Pondering on my recent past,
The recent past with you…
Unfolding the memories
Carefully and discreetly,
Revisiting the lost moments
Which we shared silently…

Though, we’ve now, come so far…
I’m sure you too, as me, remember it all:

Cozy days & endless nights,
Peaceful makeup after small fights …
Our long walks & those bike rides,
Silly challenges & changing sides,
Stealing a glance even across a mile,
Exchanging a quick secret smile…
Keeping away, just to get-together,
Saying sometimes: ‘Oh! Pl don’t bother’
Preparing tea & cooking meals,
Kissing n telling how it feels…

Your eyes seemed so honest…
So did your unspoken words!
And now I need to say this…
Even if it may hurt…

"No, I don’t miss you!
& believe me it’s true…
‘Cos I miss your LIES-
more than I miss you…"

~Rups~
16^th January 208 @ 203, Bangalore

Is it possible?..... Before I sleep....

Is it possible to Love someone so dearly that it hurts?
Is it possible to lie to someone who knows the truth?
Is it possible to stay away from someone so close?
Is it possible to crave for someone who’s around?

Is it impossible to get someone out of your dreams?
Is it impossible to mean this: “I’m over you”?
Is it impossible to weep for someone who made you cry?
Is it impossible to forget someone who forgot you exist?

Is it possible, U knew how I feel inside, when I cry?
Is it possible, U understood, I lied, with a Goodbye?
Is it possible, U missed me too, while I wished for you?
Is it possible, U surprise me someday; with a: “love you too!”?

~Rups~ ..... 15^th October 2007 …

I wish:....
“You come to me n hold me tight & whisper in my ear how much you care for me”
Before I sleep! Before I sleep!!

Take for Granted!

"You don’t know them much? – Then, you Won't take them for granted!
You’ve known them since ages? – Oh Good! then you CAN take them for granted!"

It’s an open secret: We all tend to take our own people for granted!

Picture this:

You are walking down the street & because you are a little lost in thoughts you don’t take note of the little boy whom you almost bumped into and he was about to fall down. What’s your reflex reaction? You hold him, make sure he’s fine. Make sure he’s not hurt & then you apologize: “Oh! I’m Sorry! I didn’t see you; I’m so very sorry to hurt you!”

Now, Picture this:

You are at home and are carefully penning your thoughts in a beautiful card for your friend. Your little sister & brother are up to some mischief which is more of a game to them. Hide n seek! Suddenly your brother comes & in the attempt to hide from your sister, he with an unexpected push to you hides beneath your chair. But your card is spoilt & the damage is done! What happens next?... “Gosh! Can’t you see, I’m busy? Go away!”

Why do we, fully grown matured adults lack the basic etiquettes with our own people?
Why do we hesitate to (or forget to) apologize for our mistakes to our own people?
Why do we consider the pains caused by us to our own people less important?
Why do we overlook the gravity of hurt we caused to our own friends?
Why do we pamper our egos, fully aware that it’s devastating?
Why do we prefer to stay silent, when talking is needed?
Why do we keep distances when meeting is required?
Why do we run away when a confrontation pops up?
Why do we not say sorry, when we feel it?
Why do we not initiate or break the ice?
Why do we take people for granted?

When we are fully aware that these are our own people, our own loved ones! They’ve accepted us for what we are. And they’d continue to love us. Least they’d never intend to hurt us even when things don’t work out; they’d prefer to keep mum with their burning eyes n broken heart. But they’d not think of taking revenge. They care of us. Then, what stops us from caring for them? We know it, just one heartfelt apology would work wonders, instead of that, we tend to spoil things further. Instead of hugging & making up; we prefer to take things for granted & ignore them. Expecting all will be fine automatically? Or maybe expecting, if we don’t make up with them, some one new will eventually take their place? If this is true, then, why do we set wrong expectations with them? Why can’t we tell them out right that they don’t matter to us? They never did … and hence are taken for granted!

~Rups~

6^th October 2007 … Eye opener

... क्या कहना ?

शब-भर रहे इंतज़ार तेरा , शब-भर इसी तलब में जगना;
सुबह तुझको रूबरू पाना; उस सुबह का क्या कहना ?

बारीश के थमने पर भी, आब- ए - चश्म का बहना ...
हर एक अश्क़ में तेरा रुखसार, उस अश्क़ का क्या कहना ?

कभी यादें, कभी कशीश, कभी आरज़ू, कभी ख़लिश ...
कभी तेरी तड़प में जीना, उस तड़प का क्या कहना ?

गीला नहीं की उम्रभर , तुझी को ढूँढती रही नज़र ...
आख़िरी घड़ी तू नज़र आये , उस घड़ी का क्या कहना ?

~ Rups ~
एक ऐसी ही हसीं घड़ी - जब तू मेरे साथ हो;
थम जाये ज़िंदगी - जब तू मेरे साथ हो !!!