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!  

No strings Coffee

Disclaimer: You need not be promiscuous to experiment a "No Strings coffee"... you just need to be spontaneous and pure intentioned!

What are the odds of having a "No Strings Coffee" with a complete stranger?

Well, try it, it's totally worth it.

Ask a complete stranger out for a coffee, with clear expectation setting of "No personal questions", "No phone/email exchange"... No real name exchange too!
And stick to a 15-20min of coffee, with a generic discussion about, weather, traffic, movies, theatres, people, life - any damn thing! & then say 'Goodbye'!
Why? honestly, I don't know.., but probably for the sake of pure experimentation! or probably for a 'once in a lifetime' memory of doing something this crazy!

But as i said earlier - TRY that ... totally worth it!

~ Ruu
23rd April 2010
Bangalore

सालगिरह, जन्मदिन, या यादें ?

मुस्कुराते निकला है आफताब आज,
ज़रूर कोई बात हैं इस 'आज' में |
शायद जश्न-ए-ख़ास हैं, या फिर,
... आपकी याद है इस 'आज' में |

~ Ruu

Why is it, the way it is?

(... Sneak peek into an Orphan child's thoughts...)

Why is it, the way it is?

Why no one was happy when I was born?

Why my very shelter was torn?

Why is that they called me a problem child?

Why the treatment I got was never mild?

Why the kids next door smiled all the while?

Why I was never even greeted with a smile?

Why my clothes & toys were stained?

Why everyone around were so strained?

Why a decent college didn’t come my way?

Why from everyone was I kept away?

Why was I the caretaker, all the time?

Why was I then, never worth a dime?

Why only my failures were highlighted?

Why as a living thing, I wasn’t cited?

Why getting anything was never so easy?

Why I had to keep myself for lifelong so busy?

Why is it that my struggles go in vain?

Why my pains keep appearing again?

Why is that I don’t get the care I need?

Why nobody cares, when my heart bleeds?

Why can’t I seek peace of mind?

Why with such a life should I bind?

~ Ruu ……

30^th October 2009, Bangalore

Why is it, the way it is?

When Sands left the hourglass behind

When Sands left the hourglass behind,

A timeless journey took over.

A journey so picturesque that destination didn’t matter.

And for once, in the open space, time didn’t matter!

As destination didn’t matter, directions were many;

Though directions were many, decisions didn’t matter.

For every decision chose a path, without much ado;

And every path so picturesque that destination didn’t matter!

With the hourglass left behind, time too, was history,

Pains of Past were history, and so it didn’t matter!

As a timeless journey began, every moment was ‘present’,

Present, they say is a Gift; So, even future didn’t matter!

On its maiden voyage, every sand particle was elated,

As it left the hourglass behind, the Sands were truly liberated.

For, again the sands were blown by the wind – as untamed as mind…

The Sands gained a new identity, by leaving the hourglass behind!

~ Ruu ~

30^th July 2009

Bangalore