Panchhi, Pin Code

Sometimes, the mirror calls me "Smart", But I enjoy the moment when it says "You Dumbo"  . Sometimes, in order to listen to the mirror to its fullest, I often miss out on few words where "main" became "mini". But then the reflection in the mirror says "You Stupid",  Which again fills me up to my brim. Sometimes I came out with lame jokes, Suffering from existential crisis. But then the mirror hums in a softer tone, "what is wrong with you?" I saw many mirrors, but every reflection came out with a golden light. But now I found an exception which reflects a white one without rain, Letting me know that it is a rainbow.....                                                                             - Tanu ki Kalam se...

  Unravelling  pin code, because pin code is not a puzzle, it's the nest where the Panchii returns... The moon's second full arc pleases my soul, As it starts the word which I always happy to call. Then the last single digit, is hard to solve, Which comes at the second with having ahead, two plus one more. Then at the joint of a compass, I found my directions, The  number itself says, the pin code's reflection. Either you add it with itself or multiply it with half of the total corners, you will get a "Hi" , waiting for one more to make it hence proved. Lastly, the month of September itself is a great hint, And I reached there because I have a pair of wings.                                                                                           - T...

  Although I'm always in search of my pin code, it always feels as if I have just begun my quest. The more I try to decode the pin code, the more soothing it becomes. I once believed in the notion that the more time you give to something, the higher chances of it becoming monotonous. But I never imagined that sometimes even the numbers of that pin code itself could become that exception. Earlier, this Panchhi was a migratory bird, but now it follows a fixed path. I always think that extraordinary things and perfection can only be achieved at one destination - heaven. But I don't believe so now, because even heaven is a subset of that pin code, where this Panchhi became an eternal echo. Earlier this Panchhi sat in the outer frame, where infinite vectors had been drawn. But who knew that the tangent would lead to its pin code. Who says finding the exact pin code is rare? Then let it be this, a glance, a word, a resting bliss. My pin code is not a beauty that fades with time, but ...

Moments hovering on the edge of becoming.... Today I don't wish to say much, I want my silence to speak for me, I'm very sure the way I connect the dots, is a pattern that hardly exists. I know the captain barely take these things into consideration, Upon which I spend my days. It's not a hysteria but a real hallucination where I see myself, sometimes in Paris but often where the Volga whispers. Before the voyage carries this ship abroad, The steps of 'whom' I'm the sailor will first belong to the Tiger's land, Though it lies within our borders, to me it feels more distant than the French boulangerie. When my first salary arrives, will buy a canoe so that I will get the chance to serve as a sailor, Where the path is not shortened by any Suez canal because I asked for it to Vasco da Gama, Where my first arrival will change the name again, from Cape of Good Hope to Cape of Captain.                               ...

  Apne aap se puche gaye kuch sawal..... Ab raastein kuch badlein se lagte hain, Par mera rasta toh ab bhi vahi hain. Ab log kuch badlein se lagte hain, Par mere apne toh ab bhi sahi hain. Ab mithaas dene par mithaas paane mein vo mithapan nahi jhalakta hain, Par mere shareer mein poshteek aahaar dene vala toh aakhir kadva karela hi hain. Kain baar haqeeqat se bhaagkar mushkuraate hain, Par vo aaj bhi mujhe 'aaj' se vaakif karate hain. Duniya ke rangoon mein uljhi zarur hoon, Magar rooh ke dariyaan mein ab bhi sukoon sa hain. Meri vafaii swayam ke liye hain, bas sukoon ki taraash mein haqeeqat na badal jaayein. Bahar ke shahar mein maya ka shaur hain ghana, Andar ki tanhaai mein khamoshii ka raaz chhipa hain. Inhi kuch lamhon par maine kitaab likh daali, Aur vo dheemein se mere alfaaz lein gayein. Khud ko barshon se samjhna chahti hoon mein, Magar har safar mujhe apne andar hi lein aata hain. Aaj inn panhon par apne vichar bahane ka irada nahin, Bas mann mein aaye iss toofaan k...

  Some paths only appear when someone unseen shifts the ground beneath and only "Captain" would recognize the footprints........ "The Lagrange Point" My life is tugged by forces, great and grand, The sun of expectation, near at hand. The massive Earth of what should be, Two gravities, both of them pulling me. I'm torn in two, stretched and pulled apart, A satellite with a split in heart. A Lagrange point is where gravity hardly stay, But that is where you showed me the way. Beyond Kuiper's belt, when I had nothing to hope, That was the moment, when your thought popped. Although it is true that time bends near Gargantua, But your friendship bursts like a Supernova. When all around I have an atmosphere of Venus,  You make my planet blue,  where life is thriving, everything new. When I was in the middle of the asteroid belt,  you became my wormhole. When stones were grinding me, you became my enlightened soul.                 ...

Palkon Par Thehra Khwaab by Tanu ki Kalam Se... Raat ke andhere mein jab duniya soti hai , tab tumhari mehnat ki alchemy shuru hoti hai . Tum apne har shak aur har thakaan ko uss aag mein jhonkte ho, ek aisi umeed mein ki ek din yeh sab sona banega. Aur uss khamoshi mein bas ek sawaal goonjta hai ki "Yeh jo main bana rahi hoon, kya yeh meri hi kismat ka aaina hai?" ' Palkon par Thehra Khwaab' Dekha hai sapna maine Subahon ki parchhai mein, Raaton ki tanhai mein Sokar sapna dekha hai, Par dekha hai sapna roshan-si chhanv mein, Hoga poora pathreeli raahon mein. Mehnat se buna sapna hai, Raaton se aage badhna hai, Raaton ke sapnon se hote hai vanchit Subahon ke sapnon mein milte hai har geet. Kaamyabi ke aage mehnat ka saaya hai, Raaton ki neendon mein sapnon ki chhaaya hai. Manzil ko paane ko hoon aaj tatpar, Sapnon ki raahon mein, kya hoon mein sahi path par.                                     ...

  My Archimedes Principle   by  Tanu ki Kalam Se... Consider this a letter addressed to a Panchhi. Or maybe, a premonition. I don't know your name yet, but I know who you are. Because you are my pin code. 'My Archimedes Principle' My world was a vessel, heavy with weight, Sinking beneath the burdens of fate. Then you arrived, a current so true, A buoyant force, vibrant and new. So if ever you doubt what you mean to me, Remember the lesson of Archimedes. The upward lift is the weight pushed away, And my spirit rises with you everyday.                                           - Tanu ki Kalam Se...