Prince Mishra

सुलगती आग, मद्धम आंच,  कुछ खौलते जज़्बात, कुछ मीठे पल ज़िन्दगी, तू भी एक चाय का प्याला ही सही।

'grrrrrr grrrrrr' , I turned to my phone which stood steadily on my study table, and I saw her name flashing on the screen. There was a time when nothing else gave me as much joy as her name on that screen. But today it was different. Something surely had changed. But I had to be strong. I had to give her what she wanted. "I want a break" , she had said. I had to make sure she has her break even if that meant breaking my own self. "The next time we meet, we would meet as friends" "...if we meet"

I stood there. Unshaken. I did not follow. I could not. Something in me stopped me. I saw her go, until she was far beyond sight. And then, a drop of tear rolled through my left eye, making its way down through my face only to meet its fate on the barren earth. The reality had hit me. It hit me hard. But I had to pull myself up. I had to let her go. But something had changed. I had lost a part of 'me' somewhere. Or rather she had taken it with her. And I had lost 'that' smile. ~ Prince Mishra

"What do you want me to do? I have had enough!"   said I, with a frisk of disbelief in her. I had no idea what I was up to, but I had turned down logic long back. "Nothing. If you could just understand me..." , the reply came. Somewhere deep inside my mind, I knew this day would come. But it'll be this soon, I didn't expect. But life, is, beyond expectations. It gives you all what you desire the moment you expect it the least, and takes away everything, the time you want it the most! So what exactly was it that I desired? What did I want? Did I really wanted her to be mine, or was it just the fear of loosing to some retarted fool that drove me crazy? Nonetheless, there was agony. And there was the desire. And the fear. It was a mixed bag of emotions and she was in the middle of it, and so was I. ~ Prince Mishra

A near and dear, to love and to hear, to listen and to tell, what's heaven and what's hell. To talk and to fight, on the wrong and the right, to understand and the absurd, something that's never heard. to shout and to laugh, to cut the sorrow into half, to stare and to share, and scare the nightmare. To improve and to expand, with someone who could understand, to grow and to desire, to aspire to move higher. To encourage and applaud, and increase the belief in God, to soothe and to smile, hand-in-hand walk-in mile, to dimple and to smile, and cross even exile. To think and to create, together our own fate, in the hot and the cold, the bonds that will hold, will save us from the sin, in the thick and the thin, showing my everlasting love to whom cries and tears never come, I NEED ONLY SUCH A COMPANION.

आज क्यों बच्चन की ये कविता याद आई है... कभी कभी मेरे दिल मैं ख्याल आता हैं कि ज़िंदगी तेरी जुल्फों कि नर्म छांव मैं गुजर्ने पाती तो शादाब हो भी सकती थी। यह रंज-ओ-ग़म कि सियाही जो दिल पे छाई हैं तेरी नज़र कि शुओं मैं खो भी सकती थी। मगर यह हो न सका और अब ये आलम हैं कि तू नहीं, तेरा ग़म तेरी जुस्तजू भी नहीं। गुज़र रही हैं कुछ इस तरह ज़िंदगी जैसे, इससे किसी के सहारे कि आरझु भी नहीं. न कोई राह, न मंजिल, न रौशनी का सुराग भटक रहीं है अंधेरों मैं ज़िंदगी मेरी. इन्ही अंधेरों मैं रह जाऊँगा कभी खो कर मैं जानता हूँ मेरी हम-नफस, मगर यूंही कभी कभी मेरे दिल मैं ख्याल आता है.

Its been quite sometime that I haven’t posted here on my blog … Its not that I don’t think of writing or I care if anyone’s reading my posts or not … But the problem lies somewhere else … Almost everyday I open my blogging account , click on the write post link and as I am about to start typing I realise that I dont have anything to write about … And even if I have anything to write about I feel that its not worth writing here … This has become almost a routine activity nowdays … And steadily my desire to blog has been diminishing … Perhaps I should take sometime off blogging and when I feel that I have enough content worth writing , probably then I will start posting again … for the meantime, here's what's been eating my head. What is love? Its not really easy to put up in words but there will surely be instances in your life when you really have that extraordinary feelings for somebody, feelings that aren't easy to express, situations neither you or sh...

why does the sunshine remind me of you? why do I see you in everything I do? why, in my shadows, do I search you? why do I deny then, it isn't you? why didn't I realize then, how lonely I would be, why didn't I thought of the day, you would grow tired of me? why did I turn at the sound of your voice? why did you took me over, like I had no choice? why did I let you deep in my thoughts never touched? why did I like to have you around so much? why did I melt at the tenderness of your kiss? why did I want it forever like this? why did I put my heart in your palm? why did I answer you in my naive realm? why was your voice the sweetest, the day you said "good bye"? why did you look most beautiful, the day you walked away? why do I still smile, each time you pass me by? why do I laugh out loud, each time I wish to cry? why do I care for you, though you hurt me? why do I turn my heart away, from what's plain reality? why do I try to h...