Thursday, December 26, 2013

The first post of 2013 for me... to early or too late...

I saw the year going by,
It stopped by me to say "Hello" "Hi",
The youth of his had withered away,
Don't remember was it April or May.

A time well spent was everyone's dream,
But time is like a melting ice cream,
The more we plan for it to be well,
It does more shrink than swell.

Its just a matter of perception,
The feeling is there since inception,
People call me complacent,
Does "Me" really need a replacement.

The year still whispers in my ears,
You have waited for many years,
Let the one in you laugh and rejoice,
Serendipity is sometimes by choice.

Lets take a walk to a new realm,
Ushering where happiness is at helm,
Chose wisely for it affects your tomorrow,
Happiness is always incomplete without sorrow.

I think over it again and again,
Do I want to be happy or remain same,
As the new year is waving goodbye,
I am ready to welcome a newer one with a smile and big "Hi"...


Wednesday, May 09, 2012

अलविदा

क्यों हर बार हर तरफ अँधेरा छा जाता है 
क्यों मुझको आज फिर उसी बात पे रोना आता है
कुछ तो आज भी दिल में टूटता है
कुछ तो ज़ख्म आज भी हरे जातें हैं
अपने अंदर ऐसा सैलाब क्यों आया है
उस दर्द को सहेज कर मैंने क्या पाया है
वोह दर्द है मेरा या कोई दिल का हिस्सा
या बस उन हसींन दिनों का एक किस्सा
आज भी तेरी बातें मुझको सताती हैं 
आज भी तेरी हंसी मेरे होंठों पे मुस्कराहट लाती है
फिर क्या हो गया है ऐसा
क्यों नहीं है रिश्ता हम दोनों में पहेले जैसा
आज भी तेरी आवाज़ का दर्द मुझे दिखाई देता है
आज भी वोह दर्द मुझे दर्द देता है
लम्हों की जिंदगानी में क्या हम हो गए इतने जुदा
की अनकहे लफ़्ज़ों में कहाँ हमने एक दुसरे को
" अलविदा "

Monday, November 14, 2011

Too alone too lost...

Kahan jaa raha hun aaj yeh kisko hai pata,
Jaane humse ho gayi kaunsi yeh khata,
Kya socha tha aur kya hai asal mein zindagi meri,
Kaisi bataun woh baatein jo shayad kabhi na thi meri.
Ban kar aaj khud se main anjaan,
Bhatak raha dar badar yun har subah aur sham,
Kisi mehfil ki hua karte the hum kabhi shaan,
Aaj kahin nahi hai mera koi naamo nishan.
Ugte sooraj ko karta hai har parinda bhi salaam,
Socha tha karunga main bhi roshan apna naam,
Kisne socha tha aayega bhi ek din aisa mukaam,
Na rahi ab koi hasti na koi naam bas ek chehra jo hai gumnaam.
Aye khuda tune bhi accha yeh manzar dikhaya,
Har hansti soorat ne mujhe hai aaj rulaya,
Kyon meri kismat par tune grahan lagaya,
Hun toh tera he ansh, mujhe dukh deke tune kya paya.
Har aanson ke katre mein baha hai dard mera,
Har shaam ke baad mila na koi savera,
Jo sochi thi mere mann ne ek unchi udaan,
Maula mere ab lele meri jaan...

Sunday, February 27, 2011

कॉलेज के वोह सुहाने पल...

क्या सोचा था मैंने, क्या मैंने है पाया,

जाऊं मैं कैसे छोड़ के तेरा साया,

वोह दिन मस्ती के दोस्तों के संग,

दिल में लाखों थे अरमान और उमंग,

हर ख्वाइश देखि तेरे आँचल तले,

जाने मेरे मन में हज़ारों ख्वाब पले,

तुझसे हर किसी को मिली ज़िन्दगी में नयी डगर,

किसी को मिले दोस्त तो किसी को हमसफ़र,

सोचा नहीं था तुझसे बिछडने का होगा इतना गम,

फिर क्यों हो गयी है आज मेरी आँखें नम,

छुट रहा है यह जहाँ प्यारा,

धुंधला हो रहा है आसमां सारा,

नयी डगर पे हम सबको अब है चलना,

फिर एक नए मोड़ पे तुझसे है मिलना,

अब अलविदा कहने का वक़्त है आया,

मेरे नाम में रहेगा हर दम तेरा साया,

भूलूंगा नहीं फिर लौट के आऊंगा,

सबके संग फिर वही वक़्त बिताऊंगा,

नम आँखों से कहता हूँ सबको मैं अलविदा,

फिर मिलेंगे हम यह वादा रहा...

Saturday, November 20, 2010

Mohabbat ka Bazaar...

Aaj phir dil se ek nikli hai ek pukar,
Aaj phir pahunch gaya hun main bazaar,
Jahan har modh pe bikta hai jhoota pyar,
Jahan banti hai bas sacche pyar ki mazaar.

Har lafz kehta hai ek nayi dastan,
Oh! humsafar tujhme hai mera saara jahan,
Tere liye aaye hain hum yahan,
In farebiyon se bachke ab jaun kahan.

Kaun hai mera jo ab samjhe ja mujhe,
Kisko bataun ab zakhm is dil ke,
Samajha tha maine khuda tujhe,
tune he kar diye dil ke hazaar tukde.

Nahi hai chahat ab chahat pane ki,
Kimat lagti hai yahan mohabbat lagane ki,
Imaan ko bech kar daun hai paisa kamane ki,
Yahi sacchai hai iss naye zamane ki...

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

The Solitary Reaper - By William Wordsworth

This is one of those poems that comes back again and again to me. Although I had this when I was in primary school, but till date its crystal clear in my memory. I was thinking of penning down something but this poem came back again to me, thus I thought I would post the same here.
I love this because its filled with a certain kind of emotion that you can only feel but cannot tell someone. It comes out from deep within the heart and if you can connects directly to your heart. One of my favourite:

" The Solitary Reaper - by William Wordsworth"

"Behold her, single in the field,
Yon solitary Highland Lass!
Reaping and singing by herself;
Stop here, or gently pass!
Alone she cuts and binds the grain,
And sings a melancholy strain;
O listen! for the Vale profound
Is overflowing with the sound.

No Nightingale did ever chaunt
More welcome notes to weary bands
Of travellers in some shady haunt,
Among Arabian sands:
A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard
In spring-time from the Cuckoo-bird,
Breaking the silence of the seas
Among the farthest Hebrides.

Will no one tell me what she sings?--
Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow
For old, unhappy, far-off things,
And battles long ago:
Or is it some more humble lay,
Familiar matter of to-day?
Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain,
That has been, and may be again?

Whate'er the theme, the Maiden sang
As if her song could have no ending;
I saw her singing at her work,
And o'er the sickle bending;--
I listened, motionless and still;
And, as I mounted up the hill,
The music in my heart I bore,
Long after it was heard no more"

Monday, September 27, 2010

Meri zindagi...

Ek naya andaaz laya hun,
Socha ki pehele aapko bata dun.
Chehre phi thi uski ek qatil muskan,
Dil mein tha armaan karun kaise pehchan.
Phele bar jab nazar hui unpar,
Hum toh as gir gaye gash khakar.
Hairat mein puchna sabne ki "Kya hua?"
Kaise bataun kisi zaalim ne aaj mere dil to chooa.
Aisa sunahara tha uska rang,
Udd jaun uske sanng bannke patang.
Nain the uske bade he kajrare,
Awaaz pe uski marte the saare.
Ab na raha mujhe din ka hosh,
Na re rahi meri raatein khamosh.
Bas leta hun ab main tera he naam,
Kyon karta hai zamana mujhe pareshan.
Tujh pe jaaye saari duniya vaari vaari,
Kyonki tu hai meri shaan ki sawari
- Meri pyari "scooter" :)

Monday, September 06, 2010

Realization...

This post was written by me during one of the lectures, I didn't know what came over me when I wrote this thing, but later on I thought that I should post it over here.

The rays of the morning sun,

Make the darkness fade away.
Bringing light in life is the aim,
Did we all receive the light?
The rays were full of warmth and love,
The light was of care that we share.
Everyone wants all of these,
But do we deserve and receive them?
Everyone has closed their hearts,
The brain has become a machine.
Feeling have started to fade,
Has this happened to you?
All questions are answered by brain,
The heart bleeds without a beat.
Has the world done this to me or Was it me?
Did the realization came too late?

Thursday, August 19, 2010

Those were the best days of my life...

The face is a mirror of emotions,
Remembering the sweet days of commotion,
The life at school was hard to forget,
But college was loads of fun once can get.
The first day of college when I was a grown kid,
Ragging was the word I most dread,
The term seniors was no less of a torture in the first week,
Marks were left on cheek with slaps-streak.
Classes were a place to pull the leg of classmates,
Who cared that time what's our fate.
Workshop tasks were live stories,
Ragging batch mates were favorite movies.
Time went like a swift passenger before my eyes,
In second year we realized how fast it flies,
The feeling of being seniors was second to none,
I am the king - I am the only one.
Always thought that this would last long,
And thinking about this came third year along,
The feeling of enlightenment came in being,
A great vision by my soul was seen.
Suddenly the realty began to seep in,
The darkness of future began to creep in.
It was all about the ultimate aim in life to achieve,
The start was tough but I was not to leave.
The campus placements were a tense time for all,
Whether be it just an interview call.
Came the final year of soul searching,
The feeling of nostalgia was coming.
The tears were hard to stop from coming,
Amidst smiling face they were running.
The journey was about to take a sharp turn,
From a very beautiful path for which I would yearn.
The days were magic followed by diamond nights,
I would miss those group hugs and friendly fights.
Even today the heart yearns for those times,
Those were the best days of my life...

Saturday, July 31, 2010

Zindagi ki raha...

Zindagi ki hai yeh chaha,
Aasaan ho jaye har raha.
Kyon nahi samajh paati hai yeh zindagi,
Aasaan raha se nahi kisi ki bandagi.