Life, Poetry

एक रात का मीट

फिर इस रात हफ़्तों बाद मीट बना हैं,
अदरक प्याज़ का बेहतरीन तड़के से।

पर नहीं, मुझे नहीं खानी ये बोटी,
ऐसा नहीं के मुझे पसंद नहीं,
लेकिन प्लेट में जब माँ परोसती हैं,
लंबी अटकी परेशानियाँ याद आ जाती हैं।

बैग की टूटी हुई स्ट्रैप हैं,
बाज़ार में भीड़ भी बहुत हैं,
चार किलोमीटर के चार रुपए बचाये हैं,
और दफ़्तर का काम अलग हैं।

झुर्रियों में फैली ज़िन्दगी हैं,
फिक्र मंद हैं उनकी तबियत,
लेकिन आज फिर माँ ने मीट बनाया हैं,
नहीं, ये परेशानी के मसाले में बना
एक दिन का मीट मुझे पसंद नहीं।

Conversation, Fictions, Life

Writers in Talking

This Monday, while heading to the dreadful work place, I saw a couple in Delhi Metro. Sitting on the corner seat next to the door, she was balancing her spectacles.  With her hand in his, he was scribbling words to her to listen. People unnoticed their silence of eyes, and he remained blank on their eyes. In this silence proof place, I heard them talking through stories. This post belongs to their conversation. Continue reading

Fictions, Life

She Knows Everything

Her curly locks were whispering with wind about me. She could not have noticed me, until I tripped at the stairs. I was scrambling over the stairs. She stopped peeling peas, & rushed to me. Her flip-flops made possible for me to know she was coming. She bent on one knee & offered her hands to me. Falling for warm rain fragrance, I twirled a strand of her wet hairs. She caressed my head.

“Careful with Steps, Son.” Mom said. She knew my first steps. And, they say it right, ‘Mothers have eyes all around.’

Life, Views

Every Night, the count flickers, on either side. A large number leaves, for a few new to join. All you have to do is keep moving, because this road is not about numbers. Road belongs to Life, and Enjoyment.


Fictions, Life

Stitched Strings

Dear Mind,

Last time when we met one another, there were no strings attached. You have witnessed everything. I am today just pouring myself out. You remember first time. She was at an Opticians shop, trying new glasses. That geeky spectacles on her made her more reliable person than she truly is. I always wanted her to read me through my poetry and stories. She played a major role in my writings. And obviously, she knows that. That night I was crossing by the shop, when she saw me. She called me up, and I was astonished on that. A few chit chats and she selected her pair of spectacles. To my another surprise, she asked for my notebook of Poetry and Stories. I could not be happy more. I gave her my notebook to my world, and she liked stories and poetry. She even recognized the story involving her. A realm in the stories involved her, all she had to do is relive that in real life. I was looking for a Friend, to laugh loud again.

But, misunderstanding played another mysterious role between Us. She could not get enough replies from Me, I could not get enough smiles anymore. We broke apart. She stayed alive, but dead under the skin. She still snick in the proses and poems I write. It’s been almost two weeks since last we talked. Yes, I do Miss her. But I miss more of Me, that she took tearing me into pieces. She will stay in my stories as a Character. There is no Death of Real Character in Fiction World. That’s how writer’s play with Life. Strings supposed to be attached by knot. One can try stitching as well. Stitching stay longer than knots. But this time, no strings actually stitched. All I request you today, please stay close to me. You know me, I don’t have mind to think on life again.

From Heart.

A letter from a broken heart to his beloved friend Mind.

Note: A work of Fiction involves stories, surrounding reality.


A facebook page… Gulfam

When you get a light in a dark room, you certainly keep your steps moving in that direction. And thats how you actually acheive your goals or probably a better life.

Last night, after asking my friend, Sandeep; I published my page on facebook. I am not sure about the number responses I am going to get on it, but I certainly agree with my friend. He said, “Creative people need to spread their talent. And this could be done probably through by engaging your fans or followers to certain activities. Facebook page is best thing. They get to read latest poems and short stories. Waise bhi isme kaunsa investment lag rahi hai.

He was totally right. And so I published my page name Gulfam on facebook. I am happy to see the response I got for page. Before hitting 24 hours of publishing the page, the page got more than 50 followers or like hits. That’s a very good start to it. I have posted 2 short stories, although they are old. But this time, I will try to make it a regular basis story.

3 years back, when I actually started blogging,  I was not regular to it much. Moreover, I could not get much followers even after all these postings on blog. But I think facebook page surely get me more traffic towards my blog. I got inspired for blog by my friend Sanskar, who has awesome traffic for his news blog. He helps me a lot on website presense thing.

Now, I am still not sure about the traffic I will get. But I am pretty much sure I will be more connected to my followers.


My Band Brahma Satya

I never have talked about my band “Brahma Satya”. Brahma Satya(BS) means universal truth. That’s the name we three, Mohit Sadana, Akhil Sindhwani and me, at last had come up with after looking many Urdu, Hindi and Punjabi words. Before I join the band, the band was known as Hybrids.

This Independence Day of India, we came up with a new song about our mother land, Meri Maa (that’s first Patriotic song of the band). Though I was not present when the song was being framed, but still I know everyone had great time. And yeah, the song is great, although I never had imagined my band to have a patriotic song.

I still remember when Wolverine a.k.a. Akhil Sindhwani (the lead guitarist) asked me to write something for the band on humanity. I was not sure about it, but still I agreed for it. And next day, I came up with the lyrics of “Bandeya”. Akhil introduced me to Mohit Sadana (the vocalist) on the same day in the evening. By then, they both had framed the song. There was a great place for musicians in the college, i.e. Open Amphitheater or better know as Sutta Stairs. Musicians get a good number of listeners there with some puffing the cigarettes hiding from the college faculty. Coming back to my story, the song was great when I listened to it. I knew the song will be hit.

A three man band, including the lyricist, was on a search of other people required for the band. The band also was not equipped that time. We just had two Acoustic Guitars, one for each of other two. After a year, a new member was introduced to band, Anmol Dutt Mehta a.k.a. Pappa. He was my junior in college. He was learning the Base Guitar, but he was good at understanding the music. We guys started jamming with other people, plus we were learning the music as well.

And a year later, one new junior joined us, Rahul Chhabra a.k.a. Oblix. We were jamming with one of the friends of Mohit and Akhil along with Rahul. While just covering the song, we realized that our search for drummer has ended. Yes, Rahul Chhabra is a drummer of the band. He loves metal rock more than other genres. But when we jam, we come up with something new every time.

These three years were great so far. We were more of Sufi kind people, especially me, Mohit and Akhil. The band was started three years back, since then we have gotten around 8-9 songs so far, on some we are working. “Meri Maa” is the last song, we got on this 15th August. The list of our songs are as follows:

  1.  Bandeya
  2. Jinh
  3. Hanuman Chalisa
  4. Jhoom Jhoom
  5. Grounded
  6. Peace
  7. Mumma
  8. Catchfall
  9. Punjabi
  10. Ram
  11. Meri Maa