khud ke liye aazaadiyan dhundne nikle hain,
lakin jana kin raston pe hai ye pata hi nahi,

khud ke nishan chodna chahte hain har kadam ke sath,
lekin pehla kadam kahan rakhein ye khabar hi nahi,

manzilon pe aakar aksar jawaab de jate hain hauslein,
lekin khud se bekhabar itne hain ki manzilon ka pata hi nahi,

ragon mein lahoo daudta hai apna roshni bankar,
lekin phir bhi andheron se kyun darte hain pata hi nahi,

har zameen har aasmaan pe naam ho humara aisi khawaish hai,
lekin kis zameen kis aasmaan ke sath rahte hain ye khabar hi nahi,

poochta hai koi pata mere ghar to keh dete hain beghar hain hum to,
jab pura mulk hi apna ghar hai to har ghar ka pata dena sahi to nahi,

ranjishein iss dil ki har kisi se rahti hain,
lekin un ranzishon mein har kisi ka khoon baha de ye sahi to nahi,

mana kisi se khoon ka rishta nahi apna,
lekin un rishton ki khatir khoon baha dena gunaah to nahi,

kuch kadmon ki aahat se darr jate hain gharonde sapnon ke,
lekin uss darr ko hata ke sapne dekhna koi gunaah to nahi,

kisi se gila nahi shikwa nahi na hi nafrat kiya karte hain,
mohabbat mein jiya karte hain mohabbat mein mara karte hain
By, Dikshit


So what if we have grown up…

We see many people living on the lines “Ab to hum bade hogaye…”. What does this mean?

Does growing up means we cant live a joyful life? Does this mean we have no rights to play, to laugh loud, to cry? Does this mean we dont need anyone to tap our back on a small achievement? Does this mean we can’t make mistakes?

Absolutely No.

However we grow, but somewhere at our heart, we are always a kid. We make mistakes, we rise, we fall, we crack jokes,we still need a shoulder to cry.
However aged we get, some passions, some needs of us never die. We always require the blessings of our elders with us. we still need a shoulder to cry.

Then whenever we wish to do something, why we stop ourselves with the words that its kiddish, what others will think of us. Someone has well said:
“If you don’t act kiddish when you are young, you won’t have anything to laugh about when you are old.”

Its really  true. Its the small child within us that makes us do some interesting things that make beautiful memories. Whenever we recall them, we always get a big smile on our faces. Otherwise we may get bored of a monotonous life. How can we enjoy our life’s if we have to stay matured and well behaved each and every moment.

So no matter how ever we grow up, never let the kid within us die. Keep doing kiddish and enjoy the life to the best.

By, Dikshit

Women in your life…..

Dedicated to all the lovely Married Women’s……..

Here is a girl, who is as much educated as you are; Who is earning almost as much as you do;

One, who has dreams and aspirations just as you have because she is as human as you are;

One, who has never entered the kitchen in her life just like you or your Sister haven’t, as she was busy in studies and competing in a system that gives no special concession to girls for their culinary achievements

One, who has lived and loved her parents & brothers & sisters, almost as much as you do for 20-25 years of her life;

One, who has bravely agreed to leave behind all that, her home, people who love her, to adopt your home, your family, your ways and even your family name

One, who is somehow expected to be a master-chef from day #1, while you sleep oblivious to her predicament in her new circumstances, environment and that kitchen

One, who is expected to make the tea, first thing in the morning and cook food at the end of the day, even if she is as tired as you are, maybe more, and yet never ever expected to complain; to be a servant, a cook, a mother, a wife, even if she doesn’t want to; and is learning just like you are as to what you want from her; and is clumsy and sloppy at times and knows that you won’t like it if she is too demanding, or if she learns faster than you;

One, who has her own set of friends, and that includes boys and even men at her workplace too, those, who she knows from school days and yet is willing to put all that on the back-burners to avoid your irrational jealousy, unnecessary competition and your inherent insecurities; Yes, she can drink and dance just as well as you can, but won’t, simply Because you won’t like it, even though you say otherwise

One, who can be late from work once in a while when deadlines, just like yours, are to be met;

One, who is doing her level best and wants to make this most important, relationship in her entire life a grand success, if you just help her some and trust her;

One, who just wants one thing from you, as you are the only one she knows in your entire house – your unstinted support, your sensitivities and most importantly – your understanding, or love, if you may call it. But not many guys understand this….

By, Dikshit



For Whom Are We Earning?

Are we earning to pay builders and interior designers, caterers and decorators?

Whom do we want to impress with our highly inflated house properties & fat weddings?

Do you remember for more than two days what you ate at someone’s marriage?

Why are we working like dogs in our prime years of life?

How many generations do we want to feed?

Most of us have two kids. Many have a single kid.

How much is the “need” and how much do we actually “want”??
Think about it.

Would our next generation be incapable to earn, that we save so much for them!?!

Can not we spare one and a half days a week for friends, family and self??

Do you spend even 5% of your monthly income for your self enjoyment?

Why can’t we enjoy simultaneously while we earn?

Spare time to enjoy before you have slipped discs and large prostates.

We don’t own properties, we just have temporary name on documents.

GOD laughs sarcastically, when someone says,
“I am the owner of this land”!!

Do not judge a person only by the length of his car.

Many of our science and maths teachers were great personalities riding on scooters!!

It is not bad to be rich, but it is very unfair, to be only rich.

Let’s get a LIFE, before life gets us, instead….

One day, all of us will get separated from each other; we will miss our conversations of everything & nothing; the dreams that we had.

Days will pass by, months, years, until this contact becomes rare… One day our children will see our pictures and ask ‘Who are these people?’ And we will smile with invisible tears because a heart is touched with a strong word and you will say: ‘IT WAS THEM THAT I HAD THE BEST DAYS OF MY LIFE WITH’.

By – Dikshit

Ab mujse Intezaar nahi hota…….

Yeh Khuda kab se bachpan me hoon,

ab toh muje jawaan kar,

Kyunki ab mujse intezaar nahi hota……


Pichle dus saal se school me hoon,

bahut padhai ho gayi

ab toh muje college bhej,

Kyunki ab mujse intezaar nahi hota…….


College aa gaya hoon,

Graduate ho gaya

ab toh muje naukri dilade,

Kyunki ab mujse intezaar nahi hota…….


Jaldi se jaldi paise kamana hai,

Ghar kharidna hai,

Gaadi kharidni hai,

ladki se shaadi karni hai,

Jaldi se jaldi promotion dilade,

Kyunki ab mujse intezaar nahi hota…….


Shaadi ki umar ho gayi hai,

tune jisko mere liye banaya hai,

usko jaldi se milvade….

Kyunki ab mujse intezaar nahi hota…….


Akele jeene me kuch mazza nahi aata,

ab toh mere saath kisi se judda de,

kyunki ab mujse intezaar nahi hota……


Ghodi par kabse savaar hoon sehera baandh ke…….

ab toh meri shaadi karvade

kyunki ab mujse intezaar nahi hota…..


Paise kamate kamate,

tension bahut ho gaya hai,

pressure bahut aa gaya hai,

tabiyat kharab hone lagi hai

neend nahi aati hai,

yeh khuda ab toh muje sula de

kyunki ab mujse intezaar nahi hota……

Zindagi jeete jeete,

paise ke piche baagte baagte,

khushi kya hoti hai

rishtey kya hote hai,

parivaar kya hota hai

dosti kya hoti hai,

saath nibhana kya hota hai..

wo sab pata na chala

phir bhi aagey badta raha,


ghum ke saath jeeta raha,

khwaishe adhuri reh gayi,

dil ke tukde ho gaye,

phir bhi aagey badta raha,


dosti tutti gayi,

parivaar bikhar gaya,

rishtey chutte rahe,

ab bahut akela ho gaya,

phir bhi aagey badta raha,


ab bas!!!! Bahut thak gaya hoon,

ab toh muje bula le apne paas yeh khuda,

kyunki ab mujse intezaar nahi hota…..


By, Dikshit