Mnemosyne and my musings...

Mnemosyne ,a Titaness, was the daughter of Uranus (Heaven) and Gaea (Earth),
She is attributed with being the first philosopher, her gift, the power of reason.

There was a spring dedicated to Mnemosyne before the Oracle of Trophonius at Lebadea. The mortals who came to consult the Oracle had a choice afterwards to either keep their Memory and drink from the Spring of Mnemosyne or to forget their past and drink from the Spring of Lethe.

Memory was of the utmost importance at the time of Mnemosyne. Even before the invention of the alphabet and the written word, it was vital to the well-being of an individual or a society who had to rely solely on the lessons passed on in an oral history

By Zeus (king of the gods) she became the mother of the nine younger greek goddesses.. Collectively they were known as the Muses (the Proto-Indo-European root *men- "think") and were described as "having one mind, their hearts set upon song and their spirit free from care.“ Their role was to inspire poets and musicians and to promote the arts and sciences.



After all, it is memory, some believe, that is a gift that distinguishes us from the other creatures in the animal world. It is the gift that allows us to reason, to predict and anticipate outcomes, and is the very foundation for civilization.

But then Socrates said....

“…If you had no memory.. you could not even remember that you ever did enjoy pleasure, and no recollection whatever of present… pleasure could remain with you…”

[Socrates to Protarchus. Plato, Philebus 21c]

And here i am choosing to remember....trying to hold on to stuff what i read , see,listen and wonder..... my reflections.... my musings....

Another blog.... Mnemosyne and my musings

Only when I laugh.....

Mr. Rearden," said Francisco, his voice solemnly calm, "if you saw Atlas, the giant who holds the world on his shoulders, if you saw that he stood, blood running down his chest, his knees buckling, his arms trembling but still trying to hold the world aloft with the last of this strength, and the greater his effort the heavier the world bore down on his shoulders – what would you tell him to do?"
"I … don't know. What … could he do? What would you tell him?"
"To shrug."

These lines brought a new dimension in my thoughts when I first read it…. I started noticing the people around me….. Almost everyone had some strength and capability, which was worth admiring … and how instead of admiring them.. most of us would either try to use them and worse than that.. misuse them…. And what was even most hard to digest was… IF Atlas ever showed signs of shrugging… we would blame him for not living up to the responsibility which was given to him….. WOW…

EVERYONE in this world is blessed…. And yes, accepted… not equally….maybe that’s we have to try and make the world a better place for each other…

But to what extent ?

I have listened and also seen.. how acts of kindness have moved and changed lives… Especially, in times of difficulties, where one is left with painful choices… a understanding heart helps them to look beyond their sorrow .. and gain strength to try and make things work for them…

So there are a few intelligent people.. who have a strength of character.. who have a certain quality in them… which makes them smart enough to work better than you .. and maybe strong enough to carry your burden on their shoulders… But how much do you make them carry….

They have been kind to understand our pain or incapability and help us out…. But don’t we have the obligation to learn from them on how to approach the situation and then take off our issues from their back….and then again, lets say.. we take that problem out, but we are so unlucky that we always happen to get into some problem or other ….so we put it on their shoulders…. Don’t we see that they need some rest???? Atleast for sometime… Or is it because we believe they are stronger than us .. and perhaps assume that they just have to hold on.. no matter what.. and if they shrug.. then we condemn them for their lack of strength.. But what about all the times they made life easier for us…. They could have jus walked away, like most of us do… do they have to be there for us…. all the time?

After reading this book… I started thinking … What if one day… Atlas decides to shrug…. I feel I would be mad at him... and this is how I think our conversation would go..


Me : Hey Atlas.. aren’t we forgetting something…
Atlas : Oh really?
Me.. : Well.. Yeah.. you see… You were supposed to be holding the earth .. But you shrugged.. You had been given this honour and you cant jus leave like this.
Atlas : Oh… ok…Thanks, But I don’t want this honour anymore…
Me : WHAT?? You gotta be kidding me…
Atlas : I am tired…. Its getting too much for me
Me : Now come on.. don’t act like a kid… You are ATLAS… you can do anything .. you are the mightiest … you had been the chosen one to hold this earth… you don’t know how significant you are..
Atlas : Am i? Show me?
Me : Huh… What?
Atlas : You said I was significant.. well… make me feel significant…
ME : Ahem.. aaaa.. I meant to say.. that as long as you are holding the earth, you are significant.. that IS your significance….
Atlas : Hmmm.. you mean to say, if I do not hold the earth.. I am incapable of anything else… and ONLY if I held the earth.. i am significant????
Me : Hey , you are getting it all wrong… You don’t understand how much we admire you… You can hold the whole earth...most of us cant do that… … its difficult you see…
Altas : Ask me about that..
Me : You are witty…
Altas : and tired too…
Me : Oh Atlas.. come on.. whats the big problem.. you were holding the earth for such a long time… you know you can do it… so why don’t you continue doing it..
Atlas : Why should i?
ME : For the love of mankind …
Atlas : Aha…. So I gotta hold the earth because I love the makind… Hmm.. so what do I get in return…
Me : In return??? Well, as long as you hold it.. you are loved back too… the more you stronger you make yourself and continue to hold it.. the more you are loved…
Atlas : But the burden seems to get heavier.. and love I get back doesn’t seem to be in proportion … and my back is aching.. I wanna shrug..
Me : What do you mean by saying that the love is not in proportion.. Listen, buddy.. love is not measurable.. so stop comparing it with the burden..
Atlas : I wasn’t the one who started that comparison...
Me : Ok fine.. Answer this.. What would you do, if you stop holding the earth
Atlas : Cant I do something else and have a life?
Me : Ahem…Well.. But then who will hold the world.. Don’t you feel sorry for letting down all those who look up and respect you for being so strong all the time…
Atlas : Am I the one who is supposed to feel sorry? I have been holding YOUR
burden all this while.. and without letting you know, that it gets painful sometimes… But you don’t seem to be bothered about that.. Jus because I have held it for so long.. doesn’t mean you keep pushing more on me… Why am I the one who should be strong all the time.. Why don’t you hold it for a change?
Me :Me? I cant.. well, you know, I am not as strong as you… I wont be able to hold it…
Atlas : Have you ever tried it.. ?
Me : No.. but I know I cant..
Altas : Its jus a matter of technique.. Every problem has a solution.. You need to try a different angle.. Why don’t you try carrying it… And if you feel uncomfortable.. then change the way you hold it.. try different postures… One of them will click and then you can hold it easily..
Me : Well, I dunno.. I have never done it.. and I feel you are better at it.. I might screw it up and everyone will blame me for it....
Atlas : Anyway, you are gonna be in some pain
Me : What do you mean?
Altas : Look at my situation… All this while.. I have been holding your earth… Not complaining.. Not giving any excuse… It might have been difficult for me too.. even then i did not let go.. because I felt that you needed me to hold it .. But I notice that as much as I am willing to hold it.. you continue to increase my
burden.. Since I do not complain.. you think I will continue taking it.. And now
when I feel I don’t want to hold it anymore.. You accuse me for letting you down
If I continue to hold it.. I will be in pain.. and if don’t.. your blame will anyways hurt me…
Me : I do not know what to say.. I jus thought that you were strong to hold the world for an eternity..
Atlas : I am..
Me : Then?
Atlas : I jus don’t feel its worth holding anymore.. You just kept misusing my capabilities to compensate your inabilities.. And the more i help you out.. the more you lazier you become ..
Me : Alright,, alright… So…… you want me to carry it for sometime.. ?
Atlas : Yes.. That would be nice..
Me : And… when I get tired.. will you hold it back from me…
Atlas : May be..
Me : Hey…. that’s not fair… I am willing to carry since you are tired… why cant you do the same..
Atlas : Tell me something… Why do you want to carry it?
Me : Because you seem to be tired
Atlas : Really!!! Or is it because.. your world would collapse if someone doesnt hold it….
Me : Ahem.. yeah, that too..
Atlas : So if I say.. carry it and I don’t intend to hold it again …
Me : That sounds terrible..How do you expect me to carry it forever..
Atlas : Just giving you taste of your own medicine.. or rather your own thoughts… You wouldn’t carry the burden on your shoulder if it were forever …. Right?
Me : I guess so..
Atlas : So…. I am doing the right thing, aint i?
Me : But someone has to carry it…
Atlas : Let each one carry his own…
Me : That’s not possible .. We need someone else
Atlas : They should be able to handle some things by themselves… I understand that they need help… and it will be given…. but I don’t think they should suck out another person for anything and everything.. A person should never be taken for granted.. like I was..
Me : Hmm.. what you are asking us to do ?
Atlas : Let each one do what they can with his/her capabilites… Help out when they can… and learn how to do it.. and not add each others burden.. …
Me : Atlas, does it still hurt?
Altas : Does it still hurt ?.. That question reminds me of a story..
Me : Which one
Altas : About a man who had been run through with a large spear in his chest. When asked if it hurt,… Do you know what he replied…
ME : What?
Atlas : He said, “Only when I laugh…..”

Tied up.....

Not "allowed" to make a FEW choices in life.... feels like you are given arms and legs... and informed... Look, how long they are because of us....use them like we want you to.. or else they are.... tied up.......

Seeking within...

“Blessed are they that keep his testimonies and that seek him with the whole heart” –Psalms 119:2

Sometimes… you hope for something so much.. and it happens…

And you just dunno how to express your gratitude…..

I realize that all I can do right now is...remember this moment.. store it inside me.. and bring forth the immense strength, comfort and peace i felt.. when i need to use it the most....

Amore

What Does Your Birth Date Mean?

Your Birthdate: August 24

You understand people well and are a natural born therapist. A peacemaker, people always seem to get along when you are around. You tend to be a father or mother figure to friends, even to those older than you. You enjoy your role, and you find that you are close to many people. Your strength: Your devotion Your weakness: Reliance on others for happiness Your power color: Lilac Your power symbol: Heart Your power month: June

What Does Your Birth Date Mean?

My solitude....

They say..

"When God wants to punish you, he answers your prayers."

"Be(a)ware of what you wish... it might come true......"

Since all of them seem preoccupied.... it seems what i was seeking for.... that day is gonna turn jus like that...

And i think i am ready for.... my solitude....

Rubik's Cube.....

Once upon a time, i wasnt sure that i could pick up stuff for myself....

Now i've begun to think again..... :)

Tere jahaan main aisa nahin ke.....

Snippets of a friend's chat with me....

do u know that lately uve been acting very strange and im concerned abt it

ur more reserved, keep to urself a lot..and do not initiate contact and act pensive
is anything wrong ?

i think ur being with urself cos ur depressed

but we r concerned abt u

so dont lets this kinda change happen to u

u dont think..u think u think..thats ur problem

u dont enjoy being a recluse..u are becos u dont wanna face the facts

but sometime uve to listen to ur mind and not ur heart and sometimes to other ppl who care
cos they mite analyse ur problem better than u...

I felt sad for myself.. not because i was depressed or something.... but for my lack of appreciation of the concern.... It was very kind of my friend to be concerned....

At this point, a couplet comes into my mind.. Tere jahaan main aisa nahin ke

It is something which has always been echoing in my mind... and i "see" and "feel" it ALL around me.. everywhere in the world... I promised "myself" i wont, but now i feel sad and mock myself for being a part of it too....

Looking up for nizhal....

This the second time i went for a "Tree walk" organized by Nizhal... I found it enchanting to be informed about an organization in Chennai called Nizhal, which dealt with spreading awareness about Trees. All they need is, a place with a variety of plants and trees, a specialist on the subject and a group of keen eco friendly people... The place chosen this weekend was the Government Museum in Egmore, Chennai... Mrs Pushpa, who is the botanist curator of the musuem (for the last 27 years) was kind enough to spend her time and knowledge with us...... There were trees with medicinal value, economical value and for ornamental purposes. Some cured depression , tooth ache and arthritis.. while others helped absorb the sound and dust around us... We were requested to plant more and more trees around , to help us breathe fresh and clean air.... and not to only plant saplings, but to also take good care of them....

The museum was also interesting enough to have a look at the artefacts of various periods and find how our language and civilizations have developed over the years... Since i had my own personal guide, a dear friend, to tell me about the gods, goddesses, civilzations, and anecdotes in mythology, the trip into the museum was worthwhile...

Most of all, its a really ethereal and B E A utiful feeling i found, looking upwards into the sky while taking this photo and watching mother nature provide nizhal (shade) to us....

Click on the image to see glimpses of the different trees discussed during the walk......

Also click on the image below to find an article in The Hindu...

Framed!!!.....

Framed!!! My collection of books...

Whenever i feel bored.. i do a peekaboo at the books i picked up from time to time (Disclaimer : Very few are flicked my friends).. and volia.. i get myself immersed in one of them....
Me decided to neatly stack and show them off....

Someday, i would also like to own a library of books plus movies plus music, where people can come and pick stuff.. and also share their collections with me and others.... In a hope not against the hope....

ISFJ - Introverted Sensing Feeling Judging

"If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away. "- Henry David Thoreau

I was thinking that the music i was "listening" to, was that for a healer.......

Coz whatever i read about INFP - The idealist (The Healer) fitted me to the Tee....

And then i took a Jung Typology Test and then another Personality Test (Myers-Briggs and Keirsey), and suprise, suprise..

It turns out that i am a ISFJ - The Nurturer (The Protector)

Hopeaholic...

I was enjoying the excitement of a feeling for the past three days. But today when it didn’t happen.. it was kinda uneasy.. I wanted to be made to be felt that today also.. When one doesn’t expect and things happen, one feels blessed.. but when you want something to happen and it doesn’t, aaargh…..Expectations are such irritating feelings….. But then, like the Architect says -

Hope, it is the quintessential human delusion simultaneously the source of your greatest strength and your greatest weakness.

And I... i am a hopeaholic (addicted to hope)...

With you, Barkha……

She is a woman who has always been able to stop me from switching channels…I see her on the television and that’s it.. zap, I am glued, TOTALLY …. And having watched her so many times on TV today, i realize my admiration hasn't waned in all these years…. She hasn’t changed much either…. Speaks her mind quite clearly but still treats everyone with a lot of respect (a trait which I wanna develop)… Her ability to get away with sarcastic comments by jus giving a her trademark beaming smile… The eclectic choice of words that comes out so effortlessly wound up in her coarse voice … The aplomb with which she handles people in anger, in jest, in pain has always kept me intrigued….. Today I was also reminded of what I would love to do someday… I would like to meet and shake hands with you, Barkha Dutt……

Looking beyond borders....

Tomorrow India celebrates her 60th Independence day…
Today Pakistan celebrates theirs….

I would like to visit Pakistan one day… Not because it would be thrilling to be in the land of the "so called" enemy… Its just an extension to my desire of visiting lots of places in India…. I obviously know that I am not going to find people any different from here…. But I have heard that Indians who visit Pakistan are treated with lot of respect and warmth and curiosity...

And even if they aren’t treated that way, like Eleanor Roosevelt said…

"It isn't enough to talk about peace. One must believe in it. And it isn't enough to believe in it. One must work at it. "

A Pakistani Rangers soldier seen through an Indian gate holds the
rope while raising his national flag on the occasion of Pakistan's 60th Independence Day anniversary, at the joint border check post, Wagah, India. Portrait of Mohammad Ali Jinnah, founder of Pakistan is also seen below the national flag.

To "know" the difference....

Call it Premonition !
Call it ESP !
Call it Precognition !
Call it Intuition !

Whatever its called, i've got a bit of it... and it is making me confused and scared about my own thoughts....

All i pray now is...

Wingless.......

“There are two lasting bequests we can give our children: One is roots, the other is wings.”

I have always loved the feeling of being suspended in mid air.... to able to fly and continue gliding... i wanna do that.....

But today my "roots" are asking me a pay a price for having enjoyed them... The least expectation they have is, my "wings"... and today that was made quite clear to me.....

Would i try to fly, up into the sky....
Or would "their" fears of the past and the future stop me from even trying an attempt and make me continue to look up and give a sigh........
Or am i gonna "stretch" myself as much as i will myself to, between the roots and the sky , singing like Dorothy in "The Wizard of Oz"

Somewhere, over the rainbow, way up high.

There's a land that I heard of once in a lullaby.

Somewhere, over the rainbow, skies are blue.

And the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true.

Someday I'll wish upon a star and wake up where the clouds are far behind me.

Where troubles melt like lemon drops way above the chimney tops.

That's where you'll find me...

Somewhere, over the rainbow, bluebirds fly.

Birds fly over the rainbow,

Why then - oh, why can't I?

If happy little bluebirds fly beyond the rainbow,

Why, oh, why can't I?

What to have for supper???

Sms Poll question on CNN IBN – Was the Father of the Nation, a failure as a father to his own son?

I shall disclose the result of the poll later..
But this poll reminded of me what she revealed when I met her this year. She said, “I got the Best Teacher award last year.. But my family is asking me , ‘so what if you are the best teacher in school…. Are you a good mother to your children??? …. My work means so much to me… But my profession is costing me my children and my family today... I hope I get the strength to go through this ordeal, pray for me…….”

I said I would definitely pray for her…… The dedication she shows for the profession I admire (teaching) is something to be felt rather than expressed in mere words….
But at this moment, the accolade she received didn’t matter….. she was being condemned for not being able give her best , first to her family and then to her profession (strictly in this order)

The people who are admired for the work they do, are justified in being praised only if they can be the same at home as well…
Or else they get brick bats such as this - The good work they are doing to the society doesn’t matter when one cant take care of their own home.. First let him/her correct folks at home and then give gyan to us……
Look at that person.. thinks himself to be Mahatma… did you know at home, their kids behave like ……… So strangely home seems the place where the great are small and the small are great.....

But in turn… if a person slogged to meet ends, to take care of home and did nothing else, they would be appreciated.. That person never could do much because of the "family" responsibilities… But thats ok... And If they didn’t take care of home.. they are selfish, the black sheep (pun intended, so read till the end)… Hmmm, cant deny the grain of truth in that either…….

So here we have Gandhiji.... who changed the history of a country but couldn’t save the soul of his son… Why couldn’t his acts of truth and compassion inspire his son to be a great leader…

Maybe the son didn’t want all that… he jus needed a father, not a great leader… but does the fact that the father couldn’t cater to the needs of his son , make the dad a failure…………….. Wouldn't the dad be equally in pain.. for if he so loved the world, how much more would he have loved his very own son.. how much more would the pain in the eyes of his son, affect him....

Its easy for "me" to say,... well you know, as a father, he was a failure…..He did make some "sacrifice".... if he can take care of all those leaders from diverse backgorunds, why cant he handle his kid better... He did have the people of a country on one side and his son on the other…..

And the mahatma made a choice…

and today the side he chose, decided to conduct a poll….

The results were out in a few minutes….

The question once again... - Was Gandhi, the father of the nation, a failure as a father to his own son?

80% -Yes ; 20% - No

All I can think after watching this result was the quote by Larry Flint .....

“Majority rule only works if you're also considering individual rights. Because you can't have five wolves and one sheep voting on what to have for supper.”

Appearances are.........

A lip smacking mango pickle given to me by my friend’s lovely mom.
I had left it outside for two days and when i opened it, this is how it looked..



There was a white fuzzy soft cotton ball on top of the bright red, orange mango pickle.. It didnt have a speck of oil and discoloration.... like they say, pure as white.... Only to realize what appeared so serene was fungi …. But still, me was in awe....

Fill up my senses.......

For all those (including me) who seem to have "lost it" , feel "weary", "tired" ,"numb" and dont seem to realise the pleasure that life has to offer........
Maybe we should not have been gifted with the abilities, which we take for granted....
Then there might be hope that we would SEE..... the way she does....

Three Days to See
What would you look at if you had just three days of sight?
Helen Keller, blind and deaf from infancy, gives her answer in this remarkable essay.

I have often thought it would be a blessing if each human being were stricken blind and deaf for a few days at some time during his early adult life. Darkness would make him more appreciative of sight, silence would teach him the joys of sound. Now and then I have tested my seeing friends to discover what they see.
Recently I asked a friend, who had just returned from a long walk in the woods, what she had observed. “Nothing in particular,” she replied.
How was it possible, I asked myself, to walk for an hour through the woods and see nothing worthy of note? I who cannot see find hundreds of things to interest me through mere touch.

I feel the delicate symmetry of a leaf.
I pass my hands lovingly about the smooth skin of a silver birch, or the rough, shaggy bark of a pine.
In spring I touch the branches of trees hopefully in search of a bud, the first sign of awakening Nature after the winter’s sleep. Occasionally, if I am very fortunate, I place my hand gently on a small tree and feel the happy quiver of a bird in full song.

At time my heart cries out with longing to see all these things. If I can get so much pleasure from mere touch, how much more beauty must be revealed by sight. And I have imagined what I should most like to see if I were given the use of my eyes, say for just three days.

On the first day, I should want to see the people whose kindness and companionship have made my life worth living. I do not know what it is to see into the heart of a friend through that “window of the soul,” the eye. I can only “see” through my fingertips the outline of a face. I can detect laughter, sorrow, and many other obvious emotions. I know my friends from the feel of their faces. For instance, can you describe accurately the faces of five different friends? As an experiment, I have questioned husbands about the colour of their wives’ eyes, and often they express embarrassed confusion and admit that they do not know.
I should like to see the books which have been read to me, and which have revealed to me the deepest channels of human life. In the afternoon I should take a long walk in the woods and intoxicate my eyes on the beauties of the world of Nature. And I should pray for the glory of a colourful sunset. That night, I should not be able to sleep.

On my second day, I should like to see the pageant of man’s progress, and I should go to the museums. I should try to probe into the soul of man through his art. The things I knew through touch I should now see. The evening of my second day I should spend at a theatre or at the movies.

The following morning, I should again greet the dawn, anxious to discover new delights, new revelations of beauty. Today this third day, I shall spend in the workaday world, amid the haunts of men going about the business of life.
At midnight permanent night would close on me again. Only when darkness had again descended upon me should I realize how much I had left unseen.

I am sure that if you faced the fate of blindness you would use your eyes as never before. Everything you saw will become dear to you. Your eyes will touch and embrace every object that came within your range of vision. Then, at least, you would really see, and a new world of beauty would open itself before you.

I who am blind can give one hint to those who see:
Use your eyes as if tomorrow you would be stricken blind. And the same method can be applied to the other senses.
Hear the music of voices, the song of a bird, the mighty strains of an orchestra, as if you would be stricken deaf tomorrow.
Touch each object as if tomorrow your tactile sense would fail.
Smell the perfume of flowers, taste with relish each morsel, as if tomorrow you could never smell and taste again.
Make the most of every sense; glory in all the facets of pleasure and beauty, which the world reveals to you through the several means of contact which nature provides.

But of all the senses, I am sure that sight must be the most delightful.

Muskurata hoon main..............

A friend of mine told me that i seem to be happy nowadays.... all i could do was smile and reply.. "Yes, i 'seem' so..... and felt like humming the song which charming Vinod Mehra sings so soulfully in "Lal Pather" ... .

Geet gaata hoon main,
gunagunata hoon main
maine hasne ka vaada kiyaa tha kabhi
isliye ab sada muskuraata hoon main

Yeh mohabbat ke pal kitne anmol hain
kitne phoolon se naajuk mere bol hain
sab ko phoolon kee mala pahanataa hoon main
muskurataa hoon main ..

Roshini hogi itni kise thee khabar
Mere man kaa ye darpan gaya hain nikhar
saaf hain ab ye darpan dikhaata hoon main
muskurataa hoon main ...

Maine hasne kaa vaadaa kiyaa thaa kabhi
isliye ab sadaa muskurata hoon main..............

Color of Friendship... is grey......

Me read this line a couple of days back....

"Friendship is all those shades of grey between all the legitimate and the illegitimate relationships that society defines...."

For all my friends out there... Happy Friendship Day!!!

Thanks for loving me, inspite of who or what i am....

Insanity vs Normality

Do you have a goal? What is it?

Paulo Coelho : I do believe that a person has a personal legend to fulfill.
What is a personal legend? It is the reason why we are alive. We have dreams, that are not necessarily the dreams that our parents, or society has for us. So, we must get rid of the idea of fulfilling what people expect us to do, and start to do what we expect from our lives. The message in Veronika decides to die is that: dare to be different. You are unique, and you have to accept you as you are, instead of trying to repeat other people’s destinies or patterns. Insanity is to behave like someone that you are not. Normality is the capacity to express your feelings. From the moment that you don’t fear to share your heart, you are a free person.

Before you....

Aise jeene mein.....

Cant seem to get this song outta my head.........

Na janay kab say
umeedain kuch baaki hain
mujhe phir bhi teri yaad kyun aathi hai
na janay kab say

duur jithna bhi tum mujh se
paas teray mein
ab tho aadat si hai mujh ko aise jeeney mein
zindagi say koi shikwa bhi nahin hai
ab tho zinda hoon mein iss neelay aasman mein

chahat aisi hai yeh teri badh thi ja-ay
aahat aisi hai yeh teri mujh ko satha-ay
yaadein gehri hain ithni dil doob ja-ay
aur aankhon mein yeh ghum num bun ja-ain

ab tho aadat si hai mujh ko aise jeenay mein.............