I feel.........

I am neither a writer, nor a philosopher, neither a social worker nor a celebrity but an another common individual who is trapped between her own insecurities and freedom. The one ,who although can feel the pain of those underprivileged who have to go to sleep hungry stomach uncountable nights, have to bear somehow with this chilly cold without any woollen to provide warmth to their bodies and feel nothing but so helpless.

Just wanted to share this experience with you all that pinch me inside every time i think of it. On my way to office every single day, when my office cab passes through the road that leads to Push Vihar and stops for a while at the red light there, amongst lot of salesmen trying to sell petty goods that no one even cares to look at, there is an old lady wearing a thin clothed salwar suit and a very old pair of chappals going from car to car and pursuing people to buy few of her magazines to buy with a pasted miserable smile on her dry lips and pleading eyes...she goes from closed window glasses of one car to another car trying to view inside with a hope that somebody will have mercy on her and will buy her stuff and I am pretty sure no one does..and why to blame anyone else..even me myself who is now writing my blog with her pityful story through noticed her but could not go ahead and buy her magazines...Its been few months that very often I see this lady whenever I get to pass from that very red light...and my mind made me think what a shame oh her children that she has to come on roads and sell articles in such an old age.

Just last friday, once again i saw her and that without a single woollen on her frail body, once again going from car to another with same pleeding eyes and pasted smile...I could do nothing but again couldnt prevent myself from feeling guilty for not helping her earlier, tears rolled down my cheeks and I was compelled to think why on earth some people have to face so much pain and struggle whereas there are people who are so rich that simply don't really know where to spend the money and they throw it in pubs and discotheques spoiliong that money and life too ........who gives a damns to all these disparities??????????????????????

The irony is those who have heart to help, don't have means and those who have means, don't have heart big enough to help their own countrymen and the same people talk about patriotism and love for the country and its people. In these fasttrack metro life, people are so busy with their own lives that they hardly have time even to stop and look what is happening around them.

Few lines from me....

Waqt na sahi waqt ki parchaiyon ko saath liye chalti hoon
Awara sa ek ahsaas aas paas rehta sa maloom hota hai
Woh na sahi uski rusvayiyo ko saath liye chalti hoon

Jante hain hum ki gujra waqt laut ke na aata hai kabhi
So beete lamho ki bebaak surgoshiyon ko saath liye chalti hoon

Woh kya gaye ki phir kabhi dedaar na kar payengi yeh aankhen unka
Jante hue bhi un masoon nigaahon mein behte dard ko saath liye chalti hoon

Khamosh si kali raaton ki shayh tanhayiyo mein
Khud ko dhoondne ki hardam koshis ka agaaz saath liye chalti hoon

Na koi shikva na koi shikayat hai zindagi se ab
phir jane kyon harpal iske har khama khwa zaya hote jane ka darr saath liye chalti hoon

Tum kaut ke na aana kabhi hum bhi na shikayat karenge kabhi
Phir bhi har pal rooh ke har pal khokla hote jane ka ahsaas saath liye chalti hoon

Bemaksad na hone denge allah ki bakshi is khoobsurat zindagi ko yun hi
Isliye har jate lamhe ko tarashne ki mashaqqat ka hausla saath liye chalti hoon

Aye dost tujhse vada ahi is jism ke fanaa hine tak
Rooh ki gehrayiyon tak har p al tere hontho ki muskurahat ka zimma saath liye chalti hoon