February 26th, 2010 -- Posted in poetry, self composed |
“Log kehte hain Shabdon mein bahut taqat hai… yeh Lafz chahen to Dil badal
sakte hain insaan badal sakte hain aur to aur yeh poora mulkh badal sakte
hain..
Yeh lafz to aapke bhi hain aur hamare bhi par fir kyun, na hum dil
badal paye aur na hi insaan..
Jab badal gaye lafz aur na badle mulkh tab
jana asli taqat na to un lafzon mein hai aur na hi unhe kehne walon mein..
Agar taqat hai to sirf un lafzaon ko samjhne walon mein.. Agar taqat hai to
sirf un lafzon ko samjhne walon mein!!!”
November 25th, 2009 -- Posted in my life, poetry, self composed |
[SELF COMPOSED]
Kaash Koyi Hota
Kaash koyi Hota , Jo Samajhta is Dil Ko..
Baarish ki pehli boond
aur
Sard subah ki pehli dhoop ko…
Samajhta un ehsason ko , Jo shabdon se baiyaan nahin hote..
Aur
Samajhta us ek aansun ko jo aankhon tak aata to hai , par kahin kho sa jata hai…
Kaash koyi Hota , Jo Samajhta is Dil Ko..
Dil mein chupe hazaroon armaano ko,
Un ankahee khayalon ko,
Mujhko aur meri Tanhayi ko…
Kaash koyi Hota , Jo Samajhta Is Dil Ko , Is shayeri ko. ..
November 15th, 2009 -- Posted in my life, poetry, self composed |
My sincere apologies to all my readers for not updating my blog for a long time.. but that doesn’t mean i have stopped thinking or my heart has stopped working…
As i always say Whenever a thought strikes your heart and soul never let it go waste convert it into words…
Since its a little difficult to blog then and there, i tried to convert those thoughts in SMS and here are a few msgs that i composed whenever i found myself lonely…
Kehte hain Duniya simat si gayi hai… Chund taaron se judh si gayi hai…
Par is mobile aur net ki duniya mein, humne to khudko bheed mein bhi tanha paya hai..
Do ghoont pine ke baad rota paya hai..
Kisi ke intezaar mein waqt ko bhool gaye hain, Intezaar kiska hai ab to yeh bhi bhool gaye hain…
Hamari nazaron se dekho duniya bikhar si gayi hai, Taaron ke jaal mein Fus si gayi hai…
Yeh Rishte bhi kitne ajeeb hote hain na??? Kab kisse jud jaye iski khabar hi khan hone dete hain… Kis baat se toot jayen yeh kisko pata… Ehmiyat inki tab pata chulti hai jb kisi se toot kar kahin aur jate hain…
Whenever we do something in LIFE , The word “IF” always raise so many questions and possibilities making it too difficult to take a decision..
But that’s what “L-IF-E” is right???
Ek bade se shaher ke ek chote se kone mein baithe huye, Jub in aankhon se nikle ek aansun se maine pucha ki Tum kyun aayee..
Jawab aaya ki ek dost ko yun akele dekha to saath dene chule aayee…
Sitting on the steps outside the mess.. I asked myself ”Am I Lonely???” My heart said “NO”..
Sitting in my room, near the Full moon.. I asked Again, My heart said “NO”..
Sitting at home Mile away from Friends, Was i lonely, “NO”
What has changed Now.. Why is everything Different..
Is it the weather, or the place.. Is it me or the My Friends..
Maybe its the work that creates the space.. Which is difficult to displace…
What is wrong with me for Heaven’s sake.. Its a mobile not a personal Page!!!
September 27th, 2009 -- Posted in my life, poetry |
kaash thum jata waqt wahin..
na aate hum is mukaam kabhii..
saath rakhte the jin dostonko..
aaj waqt hi nhin un kamino ko..
taras gaye hain
ccd ki coffee pine ko..
wo toot toot kar chese burst khane ko..
2 ghoont pine ko..
aur chuski ki chusk lene ko..
saath baithkar 2 min batiyane ko..
thakee maar maar ke hasne ko..
wo raat raat bhar jagne ko..
wo class mein sone ko..
aur daru pikr rone ko..
wo janamdin par pitne ko..
aur IP pe multicast karne ko..
The kabhi zindagi ke boss humhi..
aaj boss aur office zindagi ho gayi..
office ki coffee me wo mithas nhin..
ip to hai par muticast nhin..
baaton mein jazbaat nhin..
haste to hain par wo baat nhin..
kaash thum jata waqt wahin..
na aate hum is mukaam kabhii..
[SELF COMPOSED]
[DEDICATED TO PEOPLE WHO ARE OVER BUSY WITH THERE JOBS AND DON'T HAVE TIME FOR FRIENDS]
“Kaash Thum Jata Waqt Wahin..
Na aate hum is mukaam kabhii…
Saath rakhte the jin doston ko..
Aaj waqt hi nhin un kamino ko…
Taras gaye hain..
CCD ki coffee pine ko…
wo toot toot kar chese burst khane ko…
2 ghoont pine ko..
Aur chuski ki chusk lene ko…
Saath baithkar 2 min batiyane ko..
Thakee maar maar ke hasne ko…
Wo raat raat bhar jagne ko…
wo class mein sone ko..
Aur Daaru pikr rone ko…
Wo Janamdin par pitne ko..
Aur IP pe multicast karne ko…
The kabhi zindagi ke boss humhi..
Aaj boss aur office zindagi ho gayi…
Office ki coffee me wo mithas nhin..
IP to hai par muticast nahin..
Baaton mein jazbaat nahin..
Haste to hain par Ab wo baat nahin..
Ab wo baat nahin…
Kaash Thum Jata Waqt Wahin..
Na aate hum is mukaam kabhii…”
February 28th, 2009 -- Posted in my life, poetry |
Posted by mobile phone:
“Just a random thought at the middle of night..
Pardon me for the idiotic rhyme, and understand the feeling behind…”
I always thought i was different
And doesn’t need any other person for existence…
Friends n Girl friend all were there..
But i got comfort alone at stairs…
So many dreams, but so little i could do..
So many people, but alone i was that is true..
I was abnormal..
but never bothered…
Coz i was different..
And needed no one for existence..
But when the cool wind blows..
And i stand in corridors…
Alone i don’t want to be..
But find no one along with me…
Friends girl friend still there somewhere..
But that special someone nowhere…
Its then when i feel..
I need someone with mee…
Not a girlfriend whom i thought was different..
Not a group of friends who don’t understands…
A guy or a gal i don’t care..
But who enjoys this air,
The night and its flare…
The fluttering leaves and the chimering winds…
Not a word to say bt a million to feel..
That’s how a special person should bee..
And only for mee..
Life is not that fair,
work work and work that’s all it spares…
To enjoy the winds you need wings..
A support to break the bonds..
And to find a way out of thorns…
I know i am different..
And i need someone not for existence
But for persistence…
