How this post came to be......

Hello and Welcome to Riz's post on 'The Mirages of Life'.
Hmm..'Mirages of Life" ??
Now what is that about?
It all started this way on one not so fine (!) day when Riz was again in one of his reflective moods trying to find out some answers to some tricky puzzling questions on Life, that a friend of mine had left me with,very much intentionally, and so very mean of him to do that!!So naturally, as i kept getting more and more entangled in these threads , that was when i got the idea to put them on this friendly blog space out here on the Wide- -World-Web.So here it is folks, your very own coloumn to share and discuss your very own special thoughts and philosophies on what Life is about , beyond the shallow waters....

...........................Khudh Hi Sawaal...........................

khud hi sawaal aur khud hi jawaab sa hun maen
jo naa samjhi gayi kabhi us kitaab sa hun maen

dekh to jaao kareeb se ke naayaab sa hun maen
vaqt ke sehraa maen ubhra saraab sa hun maen

kuch dam ka hun mehmaan hubaab sa hun maen
abhi to hun paas tere abhi dastyaab sa hun maen

aankhon se bahte ashko ka sailaab sa hun maen
jo musalsal barastaa raha voh aab sa hun maen

tadbeeron ke banisbat nakaamyaab sa hun maen
bigde huvey nasibon ka jaise hisaab sa hun maen

kahin paayaab hun to kahin sailaab sa hun maen
aseere mauje-zeest ki ravani girdaab sa hun maen

baar baar na kah zaahid ke kharaab sa hun maen
jo na aaunga phir haath voh sawaab sa hun maen

kisi ke dil maen sama jaata apna bhi dard zara
apne hi haale-dil ka khud naqaab sa hun maen

apni hi khushboo se mehroom gulaab sa hun maen
haqiqat ho kar bhi kyon "fer" khwaab sa hun maen
....................................................................Fersahab

What Am I ? ........To Myself, A Question.

I am , to myself, both a Question and an Answer,

That Book which has been, never understood.

My similitude , is that of a rarity, Look Closely,

Like a Mirage spread out on the headgear of Time .

A Visitor, am I , of some force, that is, Like a Bubble,

Presently am I close to you, very much accessible.

That flood of tears am I ,which flows from the eyes,

That cloud am I like, Which rains incessantly.

Inspite of countless deliberations, unsuccessful am I,

Like the totality of all fates gone hay-wire.

Sometimes, like standing water am I , Sometimes like a deluge,

Like the receding vortex of the captive waves of Life am I.

Tell me not repeatedly, O Wise man, that so bad am I,

That reward am I like for good deeds, which does not come again and again.

My anguish too, spreads sometimes, ever so lightly, into some one else's hearts,

Like a viel am I , even to the state of mine own heart.

That flower am i like, which is unaware of it's own fragrance,

So why am I like a vanishing dream, though a Reality, am I?

'Transliteration of Rarity , by Similarity'

.............................................Riz