UNTITLED.....

So… what makes you achieve your dreams… It happen a lot many time that when we start the things they seem like a mountain… Heart asks… whetherI will be able to climb or not…there are a lot many hesitations that inhibits you to take decisions… but those who don’t care of all those hurdle… taste the LIFE…. Taste the Success….

People may laugh off your dreams, your  ambitions... but I know... how close they are to my heart... and i believe that they will come true... turn in reality...

Kuch boonde yu giri aankhon se
Ki har shay pighalti si lagi
Mere dil me gumarte toofa se
Har chij badalti si lagi….

Yu laga tha mushkil hai raasta meri Manzil ka
Per chale jab to namumkin aasa si lagi
Thi dushwariyan bhi kuch kum nahi
Per mere junoon ke aage wo nagawar si lagi…….

Kehte hai log bade ajeeb hai rang sapno ke mere
Phir bhi har rang mujhe badi azeez si lagi
Jo saath chale the kahi door reh gaye
Phir bhi mere saath puri kaynaat si chali….


Socha tha dil me chhune ko aasman jab
Zami se aasma ki duri azeem si lagi
Per uthaye haath jo hauslon se bhare
Chamakte taaron se bhari raat bhi kareeb si lagi…..
So never give up… Listen to Your Heart… Make effort and see how u get things done in your LIFE… Do it to Believe it… M I right….(Its untitled as m unable to find any suitable name for this poem….)

SANTUSTI………

Have you ever thought what is the root cause of happiness… why there is so much of dissatisfaction even after getting the whole world at ours dispose… why we are not happy even after getting the things we want… one wish completed and chase for the another starts… The key to live happily I feel is being contented… Sometimes people say that being contended stops your growth and one becomes stagnant… but I feel that being contened lets you enjoy your life in a better manner… and only after being Mentally Happy one can achieve the other goals in life….

SANTUSTI………

Kis trishna ke aage pichhe
Tu bhag raha hai aye Manav
Is chhan bhangur sansar me
Kyo kho gaya tu aye manav

Aaya tu is sansar me jis pal
Kyo bhool gaya ki hai jana
Jama kiya jo dhan jan parijan
Kyo bhool gaya sab hai khona

Kyo khone ka dukh haavi hai
Tere pane ke such ke upar
Kyo pane ka aand nahi
Pa ke bhi ye jug sara

Hai paas tere samander sara
Phir bhi tu pyasa kyo hai.
Pa ke bhi sansar sara muthi me
Aur pane ki abhilasha kyo hai

Ye sansar to kshan bhangur hai
Mitti ka hai tu pyala
Aaj gadha kal toot jayega
Yu kaal ki hai prabal jwala

Jo jeena hai santust ho jile
Jeevan ka aanad utha
Na jaane kab Yum aa jayega
Aur tu ho jayega Jaanewala….

Living Life as there is no tomorrow helps one better understand the Life and lets one live in a satisfied and moral way…

YE WAQT- KAL AUR AAJ.....

So coming out of exile… of almost one and half month… quite a long gap… but ya.. quite busy as well.. So busy that even didn’t get the time to pen down my thought… they wre coming in my mind,…. A spontaneous reaction to the happenings… but somehow stuck in my mind only… unable to explain…

So many things written on thepiece of papers that I got… lost most of them… I found one today while checking my papers… written way back… adjactly cant remember when… but ya its sure that I was trying to correlate the childhood days with the present one…


“ Ek waqt tha jab
Waqt pankh laga ke udta tha
Nani ki kahaniya
Pyari lagti thi
Wo haste chehrein
Aankhon mein chamkte jugnoo
Unchuwa, ankaha sa
Bebaak bholapan
Jab tapakta tha chehre se……
Bachpane ka wo daur
Jaha sapno ke pichhe nai
Un rang birangi titliyon ke
Pichhe bhagte the hum
Bina kisi ranjish
Bina kissi gum ke……

Aur ek ye waqt hai pahar sa
Jo jitna bhi gujar jaye
Hathon mein baki hi rehta hai
Ayyari ki chamak Aankhon mein
Chehron ke piche chehre chipaye log
Betuke se sapno ke pichhe
Badhawas se bhagte log
Jo bhool jate hain ki
Unke sapno ke rang kaun the…
Ye daur jaha masumiyat
Pash pash ho jati hai
Khudgarji se takra ke
Ye daur Jaha sab kuch pa ke bhi
Zindgi thahar si jati hai
Jahan sapne itne bade hai ki
Logon ke wazood unmein
Kho se jate hai……”

KOI.........

My poems are my feeling towards what happening around me...

many of my fren take it wrongly and ask me am i alright...Hey dost

am ok but the person around me... they give me reason to write... so

much is happeing in their life... i pray... everything wid them to be

alright....










KOI……….


जाते जाते यू देख गया कोई
एक खला सी सीने में दे गया कोई
हमने अश्क़ों का समंदर बना दिया
पैर दूर साहिल पे खड़ा रह गया कोई

ये इंतहा थी बर्दाश्त करने की मेरी
जाते जाते ऐसी बात कह गया कोई
खाली माकन हो गया दिल मेरा
रूह अपने साथ ले गया कोई   ....

सजाये थे अरमान जिसके लिए
बेरहम हाथों से कुचल गया कोई
तिनका तिनका मेरी ख्वाबो का उड़ा के
तेज़ हवा के झोंको सा गुजर गया कोई...

पिरोता है मोती अपनी ख़ुशी के
फिर से अब ये दिल
क्या हुआ बिखेर के चला गया नादाँ कोई  ........

DO ANJAANE...

" मेरे वज़ूद से बेखबर है वो ऐसे "
मैं धूपघड़ी और वो रात का चाँद है "

दो अनजाने 

एक दुनिया दो अंजानो की
दूर तक फैला वो नीला आकाश
और उस अंतहीन नभ से जुड़े हम
बेखबर एक दूसरे से
एक दूसरे के अस्तित्वा से

आकाश में घूमते वो नीले बादल
क्या तुह्मरे यहाँ भी
उतने हसीन दीखते हैं
 जीतने चमकते मेरे यहाँ  .....
नीले आकाश में तैरते
वो सफ़ेद से बादल
क्या तुम्हे भी समंदर में
तैरते बर्फ का आभास देते हैं
जैसे की मुझे  .....
तारों से भरी झिलमिलाती रात
वो अनगिनत चमकते जुगनू
वो सफ़ेद सा पूरा चाँद
क्या तुम्हरी भी अटारी पे
दूधिया रौशनी बिखेरता है
जैसे की मेरे  ....

चमकते तारों को एकटक निहारना
दिल में ये अहसास की
कही इसी आकाश के नीचे
तुम भी तो वही तारा
नहीं ढूंढ रहे
जिस तारे की मुझे तलाश है   ....

वो मद्धम सी चलती हवा
यू छू कर निकलती है मुझे
 क्या मेरी तरह तुम्हे भी
मेरी याद दिला जाती है ?
बारिस की वो हलकी फुहार
जो सराबोर कर देती है मुझे
क्या वो बुँदे तुम्हे भी
मेरी खनकती आवाज़ सुना  जाती  हैं  ....


अकेले बैठे, खुद  ही से बातें करते
सन्नाटों और तन्हाई से घिरे
तुम्हारी वो भोली सी मुस्कान
ज्यों मेरे चेहरे पे
बिजली सी कौंध जाती है
क्या मेरी वही खामोश चमकती आँखें
कभी मेरी याद तुम्हे दिला जाती है?


तुम्हारे खामोश सी आँखों के
हर अफ़साने पढ़ लेती मेरी आँखें
क्या तुम्हे भी मेरे अक्स
तुम्हारी आँखों में  दिखा जाते हैं

क्या तुम्हे भी एहसास होता है
कभी मेरे वज़ूद , मेरे अस्तित्वा का
इस फैले आकाश के किसी छोर पे
जैसा मुझे हमेशा होता है।

AANSU....

When there is something inside you, a suffocation, not being able to speak your mind, unable to react to the situation, then its only your Tears that help you gushing out all your weariness, all suffocation,all your inabilities... A silent protest to all that your heart doesnot want to follow... tears that give repose to the waves of weariness in your Heart...










AANSHU….

Palkon se dhali
Hatheli pe ruki
Ye aansu nahi
Gum ke angare hain.
Phoot phoot jo
Bahe aankhon se
Dil ke jwalamukhi ka
Ye lava hai
Ye aansu nahi
Gum ka angara hai...
Dard jo quid na
Ho paye jehan mein
Aakhon se pighal kar
Beh chale
Ye ashq nahi mehaz
Is dard-e-dil ki dawa hai
Ye aansu gum ka angara
Dil ki jwalamuki ka lava hai....
Aankhon mein chamakti
Dard ki ye boonde
Thahri jo khilte labon pe
Gum ka ye noor
Zamane ke liye
Khushi ka chalawa hai….
Aankhon se nikle
Ye aansu
Mahaz nami nahi
Ghutan se bhare
Is mahaul mein
Fakhat jeene ka
ye sahara hai…

Ye aansu har

Dard ki dawa hai

Ye aansu har

dard ki dawa hai...

YE MANN........

So its the Mind that creats everything for you, the Happiness, the sorrow, ambitions and any thing everything... It makes you to see the dream, and assures you that you can achieve them but the same mind haunts when one fails.... A very complicated one ... may be m unable to explain... Sometimes living in illusion,trying to find something ....

YE MANN

Koi aahat nahi
Na koi sada
Phir bhi na jaane kyo
Ye mann….
Ye mann
kise dhoondhta hai
Badhawas sa
Galiyon mein phirta hai
Na jane kiss chehre ki
Shikan dhoondhta hai.

J.ehan ki galiyon mein
Bhatkata akela
Kaun si parchhayi
Kaun sa bharam
dhoondhta hai
Ye mann ,
Gum ke aansu ko
Khushi ke samajh
Kyo apni
Aastine bhigota hai.

Dil ki galiyon se
Nikla har khawab
Zamane se ru-ba-ru ho
Bikhrata hai
Kyo uthti hai
Nazar iski us
makan ki or
Jisme ab kewal
Kh.ala basar karta hai.

Pash-pash hai
Har khawab
Phir bhi kyo
Khuli aankhon se
Ye sapne sanjota hai.
Palkon pe ashqon ke
Motiyan Pirota
Ye mann…..
Kyo har baar
Khud ko khud hi se
Chhalta hai….

AAZADI.......

Independence Day…….. a word carrying whole world in it… a word that’s gives you the right to live as you want… a word that frees you from all the clitches…..that’s all Indepence means… Giving you wing to measure the high sky, giving you courage to speak your mind.... Yes its Independence…

For me it has always been a day to celebrate the fresh air of liberty and freedom. A day that reminds me that whether I had opened my eyes in emancipation, but there was a day when we all were slaves of British.Each patriotic song shivers me to the core of my heart makes me feel proud that my country is free and on its own i can take breath thas mine and not some one else… but a second thought comes that how much we care for this Freedom and value our liberty? May be we havn’t seen the pain of slavery so we can’t realise the value of it… but its very necessary to realise it before its too late and we are forced to experience the first hand taste of slavery……

HIMALA------

Ha ha himala ne pukara
Aaj tumhe phir lalkara
Ban gayi hai malay bayar
Aaj kranti ka harkara

Deta hai phir chnauti himala
Kaun bane uska rakhwala
Kaun karega phir se aaj
Desh ke har dushman ka naash.

Na rahe desh mein Bhagat Subhash
Na raha jan jan mein wo pyar
Kaun karega aaj nyochhawar pran
Kaun karega Matribhoomi ka paritran.

Kya uthenge phir se sahastra pran
Bachane Matribhoomi ki aan
Ha hai tumhe phir chunauti aaj
Suno desh ka jansamaj

Jo hai tumhe desh se pyar
To uthao aaj phir talwar
Kar do nafrat,atankwadrupi
Har ek shatru ka samhar

Jo ho tum sachhe sapoot
Kar lo ye chunauti swikaar
Kar do Himala ka phir se
Pehle ki tarah tum unnat bhal…



EK PRAYASS……

Aao ab to haat badhao
Na socho kya hua?
Kyo hazaron ghar lute
Kyo masjid- shiwala toote?
Na socho jo kal tha
Socho aaj kya hai
Aur kal kaisa banana hai.
Socho kya kimat chukai
Hamne aazadi pane ko.
Kyo dar rahe ho
Desh ki khatir
Mar jane ko mit jaane ko.
Na jaroorat hai talwar ki
Na bandook aur na bhal ki
Bus pyra mohabbat,
Bhaichara badaho
Desh ki aan bachane ko.



"JO BHARA NAHI BHAWON SE
BEHTI JISMEIN RASDHAR NAHI
WO HRIDAY NAHI PATHHAR HAI
JISMEIN SWADESH KA PYAR NAHI……."

LONG LIVE.........MY COUNTRY…… LONG LIVE INDIA………

INSAAN.....KE BAARE MEIN

Sometimes.. it happens that you dont find words to describe your feeling and the circumsatnces... you ponder what to write and how to write about them.. Change is Law of Nature... but its hard to accept the changes in Human and their behaviour... Human being perhaps the most complicated thing on earth... was reading a poem and stopped by the lines:

" Jaanwar gar bolna sikh jaye

To sabse pehle kahega

Bhagwan mujhe insaan mat banana...."

So thats the Human Being......and today pondering over this... my pen stopped so many times... what to write?

INSAAN KE BAARE MEIN........?

Shabdheen hai aaj meri kalam
Sochti hu, Kya likhu,
Kisske bare mein liku
Insaano ke jungle mein
Kiss insaan ke bare mein likhu.
Parat dar parat
Chadhe hue mukhaute
Cheron pe,
Har waqt rang badalte
Insaan ke bare mein likhu?
Zindagi ki bisaat
Par bichhe rishton ki
Shatranj ka khel liku
Ya likhu rishton ke
vyapar ki kahani,
Kuch jaani, kuch anjaani.
Kaise shabdon mein dhalu
Libaas ki tarah
Badalte insaan ke bare mein
Gum ke khilone bechte
Aankhon mein nami dete
Insaan ke bare mein.
Nishabd hai kalam meri
Kori hai kalpanayein
Sochti hu kya likhu
Insano ke bare mein
Waqt ke saath badalte
Imaan ke bare mein……

BUT STILL MY HERAT SAYS... EVERY THING HAS TWO SIDE SO KEEP FAITH AND BELEIVE THAT THE BEST IS YET TO COME OUT......

DOST..........

So Friendship day is here again…for many it can be only a day that is the result of Globalization and only the Marketing Gimmick. But still it gives us a day to make our friends special and to think about them. A day to rejoice the Bonding that is placed above the blood relationships….

Three cheers to those who are having the bestest of the friends in their life and best of Luck to those who don’t have, so that they can get a Life Long cherishing relationship named… Friendship….HAPPY FRIENDSHIP DAY….

Main Chala Hu Aaj Phir……

Its not necessary that you can find a preface for your poem

every time. This poem I have written way back when I was

studying. So I am really unable to recall the reason for writing

such poem. But ya… may be I was tensed on something… and

this poem took its shape out of my lassitude. But ya one thing I

would admit that many a time this poem truly reflects the

never ending journey of Life.

Main Chala Hu Aaj Phir……

Waqt ke thapere jahan
Har khawab baha le jate hai
Ret ke us shaher mein phir
Ek makan banane chala hu.

Har tinke mere khawabon ki
Jahan hawa uda le jati hai
Phir ussi shaher mein aaj
Aashiya banane chala hu.

Har baar tootne bikharne ke
Dard se taar taar hue
In do aankhon mein ,phir aaj
Zindgi ke khawab sajane chala hu.

Pal bhar mein jahan sapne
Afsaane ban jate hai
Pal bhar mein jahan apne
Begane ban jate hai
Pathhron ke us shahar mein
Phir apna sar takrane chala hu.

Jahan mil nahi sakti thori si wafa
Aaj phir waha wafa nibhane chala hu,
Ret ke is shahar mein aaj phir
Ek makan main banane chala hu.

Its your Will that knows about the adversities and still it is ready to go ahead. And I think that makes us face the challenges of Life and outdo them.

FOR THE FIRST TIME

They say that love makes you a totally different person. The things that you see in day to day life, turns out to be the aesthetic one, and you wonder why were you not able to see the beauty of that thing earlier. You meet a totally different side of your personality, when you are loved by some one. May be my words are smaller and my knowledge lesser to describe the power of love… but its has always been the Elixir of Life…….


FOR THE FIRST TIME

For the first time in my life
I felt my heart beating,
I felt the blood
Running in my vein,
I realized my being
For the first time.
For the first tim
Air of life
turned in breath,
My soul got peace,
For the first time
I met myself
When I met you
Amidst our loneliness
Our silence
Amidst our failures
Amidst those dark lights.

That was your innocent
But not the sensuous smile
That gave me the treasure of life
To spend as per my choice.
In fact it was your faith
That my hope, my desire
Got their wings
For the first time ,
My dream started
Burning like fire
For the first time.

It were yours hands dear
That I was able
to touch the sky
for the first time,
It were your eyes dear
That I dived in deep ocean,
It were your lips
That I kissed a flower
For the first time.

For the first time
I got a life in your lap
A world full of stars
Moons and the sky
Full of happiness
Love and lights,
I realized thirst
I realized hunger
For the first time,
I got slumber
in my eyes
For the first time
So sweet, so deep
When I met you.

May be world
Cannot believe
But for the first time
I decided
I will live for love
Whether I will be
Able to live for
Life or not………..

BADALTA BHARAT- BIGARTA BHARAT

So again some bombings to deface the humanity… Certain people and their fanaticism, their ego and suffering for the common people. May be everyone is infuriated but the system has become such that you can’t express. You see the injustice and they force you to accept this mutely with folded hands and heads down. They say that the Country is doing well, its shining, but don’t tell that its doing well in terrorism, its shinning becoz of bombs and guns and not becoz of progress…

Politics of pleasing cannot take any nation far.. there comes a time, when we have to decide for the larger interest of the nation and sooner that time comes, better it is....




बदलता भारत , बिगडता भारत 

जीते जी कफ़न मुझको पहनाया जा रहा है
अभी ज़िंदा हु मुझको ये समझाया जा रहा है

कांटे भरी राहें  मेरी ज़िंदगी की कर के
कहने को रास्तों पे फूल बिछाया जा रहा है

क़त्ल कर के वज़ूद का मेरे सरे-आम
मुझे हंस के जीने को समझाया जा रहा है

छीन के खुशियाँ मेरी हाथों से सारी
दे के गम का खिलौना बहलाया जा रहा है

सीने में दिल नहीं है लोगों के यहाँ,रोओ की
आंसुओं का असर  होगा यहाँ बताया जा रहा है

अभी ज़िंदा हैं, नब्ज़ चलने से पता चलता है
फिर भी नफरत की चिता  सीने पे सुलगाया जा रहा है

कभी आबाद चमन थे ,अब सेहरा हो चले
जब से फूलों की जगह काँटों को उगाया जा रहा है

DIL KE TUKRE YU HI

Just trying to write down taking the same topic from Raise Your Voice blog...coz i liked the topic very fascinating...dEV i think u will like it... if not then again... try to like it...

Dil ke Tukre Yu Hi

Rehne de dil ke Tukre yu hi…
Ja chala ja tu rahon pe apni
Jakhm hare hain, dard hoga abhi
Phir sab kuch reh jayega yu hi..

Mat samet in tukron ko
Rehne de bikhra pada,ki
Yakin ho jaye issi apne tootne ka
Aur phir sambhal jaye ye dil yu hi…

Toot ke rota hai ye pagal
Annkhon pe chhaye hai aaj badal
Barasne de in aaknhon se gum
Phir thum jayega sailab yu hi….

THOSE GOLDEN DAYS.....

The days spent at College are undoubtly the best days... Every day a new day to start, a day full of joy,even a small thing,a reason to celebrate... a small failure makes you know, how much people care for you... Those are really the golden days of life... No tensions, no fears .....All joys... all sharings...Really unmatchable...Incomparable ....

THOSE GOLDEN DAYS.....

As I turned the book
Of memoir,
Some dry flowers
Some old pictures,
Some sweet smile
Flash before my eyes….

Those flowers sans smell
Those flower sans colors
Carry a whole world
Full of joys n pleasures.

And my heart becomes lighter
And goes back to memory lane
Those sunny days
Those cracking of jokes
All friends together
Those funny days.

Those rainy days
Singing rainy songs
all the way,
Walking down the lanes
Drenching ourselves in rain.

Wandering amidst nature
Vying to climb mountains
Singing songs by river
Sans rest, sans pains.

Every smile we enjoyed
Every tears, we share
Every failure we celebrated
Every success made us elevated.

Those days are now
Almost gone,
There are many faces
but still none.
My eyes are drawn in tears
Happiness like old song,
ringing in my ears….

My heart always asks....can we get a second chance to live in that Golden Moment... perhaps.. not... thats why they are called Memory....Sweet Memories... A thing to cherish for life the whole life...

YE SHAHER...WO GAON

For a very long time, I am trying to write a preface for this poem… about the difference between a village( can be regarded as the small town) and the Big metros and cities. But I am unable to write it.But while reading "Quiver" by Javed Akhtar Sa'ab, i found these lines apt for my preface and self efficacy to express my feelings...the lines by Javed Akhtar Sa’ab made it simplest by only two lines that runs like:


" इस शहर में जीने के अंदाज़ निराले हैं
होठों पे लतीफ़े हैं, आवाज़ में छालें  हैं  "

ये शहर वो गांव 

बहुत याद आती हैं 
गांव की वो पगडंडिया 
वो अपनों का संघ 
वो हंसी ठिठोलियाँ 
वो हँसते हुए चेहरे 
वो खिलती हुई कलियाँ 
दिल को जो सहलाए 
वो मीठी मीठी बोलियां 

खो गयी है शहर में 
मेरे गांव की वो कहानियां 
चेहरों की सादगी 
मीठी मीठी वो बोलियाँ 

कहाँ वो अपनापन 
कहाँ ये बेगाने 
कहाँ वो सादापन 
कहाँ ये अनजाने 

हूँ ढूंढ़ता फिर रहा 
हर एक गलियों में
मेरे गांव की वो मिट्टी 
वो मिट्टी का सोंधापन 

हूँ ढूंढ़ता हर अनजाने में 
बस थोड़ा सा अपनापन 
कही शायद मिल जाये 
मेरे गांव का वो सीधापन 


Now I feel that… we people, who become the part of this Big cities.. in the course of time, we too forget our real selves and wear the mask of the cities… but what if we can't change ourselves and nurture that goodness and bonding with mankind.. lets be the change we want to see...

WILL I BE ?

There are many a persons in your life, who are the source of inspiration and energy. With whom you can think of even conquering the world. But suddenly when that person faces the biggest trouble and you realize that he will be no more around you then the faith shatters and heart asks whether I will be able to hide my sorrow before him/her or not. How come we can assure him that things will come on right track, how come we can make them happy all the time so that they can forget all the pains. It’s a stage which is very impasse and our spirits give up and says perhaps its impossible to face that person with a smiling face and to sooth him. Death is certain, but we are not able to accept the truth…..

WILL I BE?
Through all my ups
In all my trouble,
It were you
Smiling beside me
Telling with silent eyes
Don’t worry I am there…

In the darkest of my life
In all the greatest strife
Amidst all disappointments
Through my decadence
You were there with me
Through my thick and thin…
Making each trouble smaller
Making each failure a start.

But as the days are slipping by
Like the sand from the hand…
Rolling tears from my eyes
Even Cant stop this plight

Making each your trouble tinniest
Making each your pain smile
Making each your day merrier
Making each your moment light
Will I be there in each of your fight
Will I be there in each of your strife……

My heart is full of strife
My Will getting stumble
Will I be able to stand by you
As you were for me…..
Will I be able to fight through
Holding your hands with mine
Looking in your eyes
Will I be able to say
Don’t worry I am here……

WO LADKA………..

वो लड़का 

हमेशा की तरह
मेरी आँखें
आज फिर ढूंढ रही थी
उस छोटे से
काले, घुंघराले बालों वाले
दुबले लड़के को
उस दूकान पे।

पता नहीं क्यों
शून्य सी उसकी आँखें
मेरे दिल में
नश्तर की तरह
हर बार चुभ जाती हैं
और मेरा मन
सिहर जाता है
उसके चेहरे का
वो खालीपन
और उसके माथे के
वो बल देख कर

और मैं खोजने लगती हूँ
अनगिनत मतलब
उसकी घूरती हुयी आँखों का..
मन काँप उठता है
उसके दो नाज़ुक कन्धों पे
पुरे घर का भार देख कर
उसके मासूम से चेहरे पर
बुजुर्गो सी सिकन देख कर

हर आने जाने वाले
बच्चों को
कौतुक हो देखती
उसकी आँखें ,
जिसमे तैर जाता है
दुःख, उनके जैसा
नहीं हो पाने का.....
झकजोर देता है
मेरे अंतरमन को....
अब शायद मैंने समझा
पेट की आग शायद
ऐसी ही होती है..
जो जला देती है
हर ख्वाब आँखों से
जो छीन लेती है
हर एक खिलौना
एक बचपन से....

शायद मैं हर बार
उस दुकान पे
वही बचपन
उसकी आँखों में
खोजने जाती हूँ
और बार बार नाकाम
हो जाती हूँ..... 

APNE - BEGAANE

Shall be blame the people, who doesn’t understand us? The people with whom you have shared the ups and down and always tried to help them out in all cases. Is the difference of opinion matters a lot that can fade the essence of any relationship, any friendship? They say, if you tell the world about the goodness done to any one, they take away all the glory. But can’t we expect a bit of consideration from that person?


APNE - BEGAANE

Band hai aankhein
Band hai kaan,
Band dilon ke darwaje hain
Kise kahein hum
Mann ki tadpan
Tang dilon ke darwaje hai.

Hansa hasaya logon ko gum mein
Bhool ke sari uljhan
Per aaj rota hai
Dil jo mera
Kyon ye saare begane hain.

Chehrein wo saare
Jo pehchan the meri
Aaj sabhi kyon anjaane hai
Chhipa ke dil ke
Dard hanste hai
Hum bhi to bus deewane hai…….

This is perhaps called Life… where you are suppose to move alone…. Without any expectations from any one you have to do your job…

FRIENDS FOR EVER

Friendship…may be pages will become lesser to write about it… A bond stronger than any other bond. A person who accepts you as you are… never wants you to change ….A person with whom you can share everything, who understands you and stands by you in all odds……

FRIENDS FOR EVER

I always think
Of the joys
You have brought
To my life,
Each moment
Merrier
Each day bright.

I always wonder
If, you would haven’t been
In my life
I would have never realized,
What a friend is,
What friendship is called?

I always think
That we may be apart,
Busy in our own world
But our shore touches
But our heart matches…

I always wonder
How great GOD is,
That he gifted me with
A friend like you….

I always ponder
If you would haven’t been
In my life
I would have been
Half Blessed.

I always wonder
If you would haven’t been
There with me
I would have one
Less dear one
In my Life…..

Friend who cries when you cry, who laugh when you laugh, who lets you forget each pain… Friend… A word that carries the world with itself.

DARE TO DREAM

The lines by G.B Shaw: “People look at the things and say why? I dream of the things that never were and ask WHY NOT? “ always runs through my mind and inspires me to think of unachievable and the dare ness to achieve them. Life is full of odds but it’s the light of your dreams that illuminate the ways and hopes that we will get what we want… what requires only is the courage to dream and have faith in them…..


DARE TO DREAM

“Those shinning stars
Far away in the sky,
Having twinkling, fading light
But throughout the night
Against darkness, they fight..
Do you dare to dream
Of catching them in your palms
Do you Dare to fight
Until u get your right.

Those beautiful butterflies
Red, Yellow, pink and white
On each face brining smile
Do you dare to fill
Each eyes with new reverie
Each face free of worry…

Do you dare to Dream
Brining smile to every face
Taking away plight from every one

Do you dare to dream
Making a scrape less world
Do You…. Dare to Dream like that…. “


Can you dare to dream for the betterment of others also rather than limiting to oneself….. Just try it…..

RAHEIN ....ZINDGI KI....

Have u ever seen the roads…. Curvy…. Long… black… and at some places so many ditches, rocky, ups and down…. Life is like these roads… some time smooth sailing and some time… hard….But these roads are indifferent ….they just how where one is supposed to reach and rest every person is supposed to decide…. Where they want to go… how they take the things in their life……




नहो दीखते हैं कोई निशान
धुल भरी पगडंडियों पे
न जाने कितने कदम गए होंगे
इन पगडंडियों से अपनी मंज़िल को
न जाने कितने कदम भटके होंगे
इन पगडंडियों पे चलते चलते

कितने चेहरे पुलकित होंगे
सफलता की सोपान चढ़
कितने चेहरें मुरझायें  होंगे
मंज़िल को न पा कर
लेकिन पगडंडिया तो बस मौन हैं
बेअसर है उनके लिए
सफलता और असफलता

मौन महात्मा की भांति
वो तो बस चुपचाप सबको राहें दिखती हैं
वो रहे जो जाती हैं
हमारी मंज़िल की ओर

पगडंडियां नहीं भटकती किसी को
ये तो बस इंसान है
जो भटक जाता है
खुद ब खुद
रहता नहीं वो अटल कभी
इन पगडंडियों सा
दिखाता  हुआ राह हर
आने जाने वाले को
वो तो बस खुद के लिए
राह तलाशते तलाशते
हो जाता है सबसे दूर ..... 

मैं और वो तारा .....

“Na Aashna har rehgujar,name harba har ek nazar
Jayen to ab jayen kidhra, main aur meri awargi……”




Sometimes in Life, everyone feels the low…..trying to find the meaning to his/her life…trying……unexplainable…….

" वो खामोश सा आसमां
वो तनहा सा तारा
वो खामोश सी मैं
मेरे दिल की तन्हाई  .......

वही हैं वो गलियां
वही रहगुजर है
हज़ारों हैं चेहरें
मगर वो किधर है .......

थमी हैं ये सांसें
जिन आहट के वास्ते
है मुमकिन नहीं
गुजरना उसका इधर से  ......

वो तन्हा सा तारा
मेरे दिल की तन्हाई
क्या चाहा था रब से
क्या किस्मत में आयी  .......

Aazadi.... Ya.........

Freedom has been the word utopia for the women. Even they can scale the great height, they can ride to moon, and they can fathom the immeasurable sea…. though there are social barriers that prove to be still invincible. The shackles of century old customs are still alive and being imposed forcefully on them if not in great measures. They are affected by these in many ways…. Even they are independent and self sufficient.
But the voice against this is brisk now as compared to earlier days. Now they are raising their voice and speaking their heart and mind against it. I pray, soon that day comes when we can decide about our lives without any interference. Amen…



Ek adhikaar kshetra se
Nikal kar
Dusre mein jana
Shayad yahi hai niyati
Har ladki ki.

Bahut thakane wala hai
Bojh in
Rasmon ki
janjeeron ka
Nahi utha sakti inhe
Meri ye kamjor kalayiyan.

Ye mera Kamjor
Antarmann
Nahi seh sakta
Itne chot,
Apne pe
Nahi bardasht
kar sakta ye
logon ki
taulti huyi nigahein,
Jo mehsoos karati hai
Jyon bazaar me
Baithe ho hum…..

Nahi saja sakti
Ye meri peshani
Parampara ke
Naam pe lage
is kale tilak ko
Jo nahi deta
Adhikaar mujhe
bolne ka
Mere hisab se
meri Zindagi jine ka.

HUM AUR TUM: EK SHURUAT

My heart always ponders over the fading essence of the relationship and human bonds of love. Why, people don’t care for each other? Why a small mistake made by our close and near dear makes us loosing all the faith and trust on him/her? Why the same neighbour who sips the cup of tea every day with us becomes the greatest foe that people become thirsty for their blood? Why… Gods never fight among each others but their devotees ?Why only being a Hindu or Muslim makes you eternal enemies? Can there be any place where these differences do not exist? For the great poet Shri Harivansh Rai Bachhan, its was Madhushala(a place where liquor is served),where there is no enmity, no difference……The poet writes:



"कही ना सुन पड़ता, इसने
हा ,छू दी मेरी हाला
कभी न कोई कहता , उसने
जूठा कर डाला प्याला

सभी जाति के लोग यहाँ पर
साथ बैठ कर पीते है
सौ सुधारकों का करती है,
काम अकेली मधुशाला "

The poet says that the root cause of this difference between Hindu and Muslim is the place of worships…. But the same become friend in his Madhushala.

"मुसलमान औ हिन्दू है दो
एक मगर, उनका प्याला
एक मगर,उनका मदिरालय
एक मगर ,उनका प्याला

दोनों रहते एक न जब तक
 मंदिर मस्जिद में जाते
वैर बढ़ाते मंदिर मस्जिद
मेल कराती मधुशाला "



My heart says… why not we also try to eliminate these differences…lets put a step towards it and bring a New World of Love and Tolerance……lets give it a hand……Hum aur Tum

तुम और हम  - एक शुरुआत 

वो चैन, जो आराम था,सुकून था जो साज था 
वो मोहब्बतें , वो दोस्ती,वो सादगी , वो मुंसिफी 
है खो गया,दिल रो गया,बर्बाद गुलिस्तां हो गया
चलो  ढूंढते है साथ चल फिर से आज तुम और हम ...... 


जहां भाई भाई के साथ था,हरदर्द था, हमराज था 
न हिन्दू, न मुस्लमान था, इंसा जहाँ इंसान था 
तहजीब कहाँ वो खो गयी, इंसानियत भी रो गयी 
ढूंढें चेहरों की भीड़ में उस इंसानियत को तुम और हम....... 

जहाँ दिल से दिल को ठौर हो, सब प्यार में सराबोर हो 
लबों पे रहे हमेशा हंसी, भीगे न कोई पलक कभी 
जहाँ प्यार ही बस एक जुबान हो, नफरत का ना नाम हो
चलो ढूंढते है उस कायनात को,आज मिल कर  तुम और हम.........

Copyright © 2006 [Kiran K. Singh]

MAIN ROK LETA HU ………

If ever someone will like me, he will feel the same way for me, as i feel for myself in these lines....so m helping him to express his feeling about me.....

मैं चाहता तो
झिरक देता
उसकी हर एक बात को
पर उसका वो मासूम सा चेहरा
वो भोली मुस्कान
हमेशा मुझे रोक देते है
और मैं कुछ
कह नहीं पाता......

वो दो चमकते
जुगनू
उसकी आँखों के
वो खनकती
सी हंसी उसकी
सुकून देती है दिल को
मैं रोक लेता हूँ
खुद को
कुछ कह नहीं पाता
मूक सा
हाथ बंधे
सुनता रहता हूँ
उसकी कहानिया .......

देखता रहता हूँ
उसकी आँखों के
वो दो चमकते जुगनू
और होठों पे खिली हंसी
हर बात के साथ
उसके हाथों का वो
गिरना उठना
ऐसा लगता है
की ये कहानी
सदियों से चली आ रही है
मैं बहता जाता हुँ
किसी नदी की तरह
 साथ उसके
लहरों में
चढ़ते उतरते.........

मैं रोक लेता हु
खुद को
कुछ नहीं कहता
क्यों की
शायद मुझको भी
अच्छा लगता है
बहना उसके साथ
धारे में
क्योंकि
मुझको भी अच्छा लगता है
शायद साथ उसका .......

WO MAJDOOR

I am in the construction industry. This is the place where you can find the real face of Life and the truth about the so called Government’s claim of alleviation of Poverty level in India. The life of the labour is not an easy one. Every day dig the well to drink the water. Accidents and deaths are their allies, unavoidable part of their life. Death even doesn’t stop their work, they gather for a while, do not have even right to mourn at the death of their allies or family more than few hours and then get back to their work…..Their children having emptiness in their eyes and life without a definite future.

But still I find them the most happy person. They celebrate their life each day, bringing tea in small polythene bag and sipping the cup of tea in group is a feast for them. They laugh, they chat, they crack jokes, they really enjoy the smallest thing of our life as the biggest joy of their life. We forget to celebrate the festivals in the hustle and bustle of our professional life and they… they live the each moment celebrating it…..

I really salute their spirit to live life fullest even in adversity and penury. My this poem takes a plunge in their never die spirit:

WO- MAJDOOR

मैंने देखा उन्हें
लड़ते जूझते
कठिनाईयों से ...

जीवन की विपरीत
परिस्थितियों में
मैंने देखा उन्हें
मुस्कुराते हुए


सर पर बोझ
पैरों में दास्तां की जंज़ीरें
फिर भी देखा
मैंने उन्हें
हंस हंस के गीत गाते हुए


अपना घोसला नहीं
फिर भी बड़े प्यार से
 दूसरों का आशियाना बनाते

खुले आसमा के नीचे
मैंने देखा उन्हें
हसीन ख्वाब सजाते हुए

घुट घुट के जीते
गम में भी हसते
मैंने देखा उन्हें
हर एक को जीने का
हुनर सीखते हुए
मैंने देखा उन्हें
हमेशा मुस्कुराते हुए



Can’t we celebrate each moment of our life… enjoying all the ups and down without losing hope and heart……..I think we can, if we all try…..

MY POEMS: YADEIN APNO KI

Today I am missing my home badly. Every one, who is far away from home must be missing their family, nothing new…..But me a brave heart… I really don’t think more about them.. its really not a routine work for me.
I am enjoying my great hobby of staring at sky and trying to identify each star in the night . It’s a routine job…… A thought crossed my mind today, whether the sky in my home is clear now or clouded. May be my family also be sitting under the same star scattered sky and the very thought made me miss them badly. The wind is blowing gently on my terrace, the sky scattered with the twinkling stars, and my heart! … my heart and my mind… fly far away to my home in this serene.
Suddenly the sweet memories of all those days spent there with my brothers and sisters appear before my eyes like the reel of the movie….and tears rolling out of my eyes…..How painful it is to be far away from them..... And the lines run through my mind :

यादें अपनों की 


हवा के झोंके की वो खुशबू जो कभी आती है
इस परदेश में अपनों की वो याद दिला जाती है .....

महकी महकी सी पुरवाई जो  कभी आती है
खिलखिलाहट वो अपनों की सुना जाती है। .....

यादों की किताब पे वक़्त गर्द जमा देती है
मेरी आँखों की नमी हर गर्द धुला जाती है। ... 

हर शोर में क्यों मुझे उनकी आवाज़ें सुनाई देती है
हर चेहरे में क्यों मुझे उनकी परछाई दिखाई देती है......  

 दूर देश से आने वाली, ये हवा भी अब दगा देती है
मेरे अपनों की वो हंसी जाने कहा गुमा देती है। ...... 

भूलना चाहू भी तो यादें नहीं भूलने देती
हा उनकी यादें मुझे अक्सर रुला देती है  .....


Perhaps this is the reason I don’t prefer sitting in silence… and keep myself damn busy….But memories hardly fade… its truth….

MY POEMS: MANAV- AAJ KA

Yesterday I was the turning the pages of the one of the best sellers “The World is flat” by Thomas L. Friedman. As the subtitle run: “A Brief History of 21st Century” in terms of business and Globalization and technological advances. The businesses are growing such that the distance doesn't matter now. Global Village is the buzz word now.

I was just wondering in between that if some one writes about the World from 20 years from now then why not any one is writing about the changes in Human being in 21st  century and the years ahead. World is flat now but has this also flattened the distances in the relationship. How much close people are now a days as compared to the earlier days? The World may have flattened but the distances in relationship has widened. Self centeredness is the way of life now a day. Mine is the nuclear family. I liked that but somewhere in the depth of my heart I always yearned to be surrounded with my cousins. I was really envious of my neighbour having so many cousins living together and enjoying the gala time.

One reason I find the K-serials attracting, is the way they present Indian Family. All living together under one roof and still having their own identifies, their own independent life and independent decision making abilities. May be that is the reason for the grand success of these Ekta Kapoor serials coz some where in the depth of our heart we all want to be like that and we place ourselves in their place while watching those serials. They fill the gap that is lacking in our life. But yes! no changes in real life.

The world is moving fasts and so is the human. Having no time for any relation any emotion. He is unable to realize the fact that the more civilized he is trying to become, savageness is being instilled at the same time in their nerves making him reckless. And may be at the end of the day, when this speed will stop, he will have nothing in his hands. The Water of Beautiful life given by God in his palms may have leaked out and he will be left with empty hands…….

मानव आज का 

दौडता शहर
भागते लोग
सूखती संवेदना
मिटती मानवता
सिमटी दुनिया जितनी
सिमटा उससे
कही अधिक मानव  .....

रिश्तों को तोड़ कर
स्वार्थी बन कर
अतृप्त सी
मृगमरीचिका सी
अभिलाषाओं के पीछे
दौडता हुआ मानव  ........
और अधिक
सभ्य बनने की चाह में
बनता गया दानव
आज का हर एक मानव



I wish the World becomes a village as they term it ,not only in business sense but in personal relations also and people again start valuing the relationships in their life and start caring for the others also.I wish that the world becomes so flat that the distances between the rooms of the brothers and the distances between the human beings is zeroed.

MY POEMS: HRASH MANAVTA KA

Rain has always been the cynosure of all the poets.From the time enumerable it has catch the fancies of all the poets to express their feelings. But in most of the cases Romance has been the essence of their poems.But again their are certain poets who find the rain a way to express their anguish.One such poem, i read in class Ninth.I am not able to recall the name of the poet and the whole poem.. but the way he has compared the Rain and the Black cloud with the Autocrats and blaming them for the dissimilarity in the society, i still find it unbeatable. Some lines that i can recall are like:

उतर रेत में 
आक जवास भरे खेत में 
मानी बादल 


A great satire on the political system in the line like:

कुपथ कुपथ रथ दौड़ाता जो
नीति उपदेशक वो है
लाज लजाती जिसकी कृति से
धृति उपदेशक वो है  ......

जनता भू पे है बैठी 
नभ में मंच गड़ा है 
क्यों जनता का पालनहार 
इतनी दूर खड़ा है 

And again complaint to the rain:

मानी बादल तेरी बिजली राह नयी दिखलाती नहीं रे  ....
उतर रेत में अाक जवास भरे खेत में


The poet says that like the rulers of the country, the rain is also meant for the rich and capable.It prays him " Utar ret mein, aak jawas bhare khet mein" to come in the courtyard of the poor and needy persons.

The same poem has always inspired me a lot.In such rain in year 2000,on the coffee table we were debating the humanity and the way the people has become selfish now a day with our parents. That discussion left me quite unrest.Seeing the falling rain from the balcony of my home, i found that this is not the rain but the Tears of Humanity.... who is crying some where in the corner.My lines started running with the rain like:

ह्राष मानवता का 


बरसे मेघ या
नयन मानस  के
फूट फूट के रोये
भय अनाचार से
आहत इस विश्व में
चैन से कैसे कोई सोये

क्रन्दन जो था
अभिशाप
अब वो जीवन बन बैठा है
क्यों आज का हर मानव
इतना ऐठा है

लोक लाज को छोड़
अधर्म से मानव हुआ सुसज्जित
रक्त पिपासु पुत्र
धरा फिर हुई है लज्जित

कदाचार है शान
अमर्यादा जीवनशैली
निज स्वार्थ पूर्ति हेतु
खेलता वो खून की होली

धमनियों से रक्त आज बह चला है
ऐसे मानव से तो शायद
पशु ही भला है

Have we ever thought where are we heading with these kind of selfishness and greed.. we are threatening our own quite essential existence... time to wake up... lest its late

My poems ..EK KONA AASMAN KA

Sometimes, you feel desolate for the things that doesnt shape up as per your desires.Evryday we face this kind of things. So many ambitions, so may goal, so many things, and so less time...But sometimes , it must also be happening to most of us that our desires are so small, but the circumsatnces dont let them to be fulfilled.And that time our Heart cries the foul:






"मांगे थे चंद सितारे
अपने दमन सजाने को
मैंने कब चाहा था
उगे चाँद हथेली पर मेरे  ....

जो दिल का दर्द आंसू बन
निकले मेरी आँखों से ,
खुदबखुद तैर गया अश्क़ो में
मेरी इन दो आँखों का चाँद

हमें मालूम है हदें
अपनी तस्सवुर की हर पल
जो सितारे भी न थे किस्मत में
चाँद मांगते कैसे हम
इन कोरी हथेलियों पे
सिमट जाते है सितारे
भला वो चाँद पहाड़ सा
कहा हम सम्भाल पाते  .....

समेट लो सारा तुम आकाश
ले लो रौशनी सारी
मगर दे दो मुझे एक तारा
और एक कोना
उस फैले आसमान का
जहां मैं चैन से जी लू
जहां कुछ ख्वाब सजा लू
जहां बिखरे न कोई मोती
मेरे दिल के अरमानो का
दे दो मुझे वैसे एक कोना .........


Its always hard to turn dream into reality, but Yes they do turn.. i have seen them....have faith my heart.. have faith..

MY POEMS...MY JOURNEY TOWARDS LIFE....

The world is changing too fast. My this poem deals with the changing face of my native place Ranchi, which after being the capital of Jharkhand, is being scythe by the unplanned construction in the name of beautification. Every time I visit my place, I find some more high building competing with the sky and trying to cover the sun… the green patch is scratched by the flyovers and road……and once the summer capital of Bihar, is burning in the hot sun….no respite from this concrete Jungle….

MERA SHAHER
a

ऐसे उठे कदम की मेरे
अब तक नहीं रुके
वो गलियाँ , वो मकान
वो चेहरे , वो साथी
नहीं मेरे लिए ठहरे

मेरी आँखें है तलाशती
कोई पहचाना सा चेहरा
है दिल चाहता मिले
मुझे फिर से वो सवेरा

वो सुनहरी सी किरणें
वो चमकता सा सूरज
वो झिलमिलाती सी बूंदे
हरे घासो पे , ओस की

कभी ख्वाब थे बने
जिन गलियों में,
पूछती है आज वो
कहाँ तेरा सूरज
कहाँ वो सवेरा
बड़ी ऊँची दीवारों ने
है रास्ता उसका घेरा.....

है होर  लगी इमारतों की
अब तो हर एक दरख़्त से
ना रही ओस की  वो बूंदे
ना रहा मखमली घास
हवा भी छन छन के
अब आती है पास

हैं समझती मुझको
वो बूढी इमारतें
वो गलियां पुरानी
वो संकरे से रास्ते
था सपना वो सुंदर
जो शहर था तेरा
है टूट गया होते ही'
विकास का सवेरा

Do we really need these kind of frantic development, where we will have to just pacify ourselves with the pictures of mother nature? Or can we keep Nature and development side by side for a balanced earth... Its time we should ask question else we will just see greenery in pictures only...

MY POEMS, MY JOURNEY TOWARDS LIFE......

TERA CHEHRA

Mere hathon ki lakeeron me,

Wo dhundhla sa tera chehra,

Jitna padhne ki koshish hu karta,

Wo dhundhli hoti jati hai…

Mera apna hua begana,

Jo begana tha wo hai apna,

Wo apna begana jo hota,

To apna aaj wo hota….

Hasi chehre pe jo khilti hai,

Chupa leti hai dard-e-dil,

Jo ashq aankhon se hai girte,

Khoshi ke bole jate hain,

Bahut tanhai hai dil mein,

Hai aankhon mein mere soonapan,

Per jata hu jaha pe bhi,

Mehfil si ban jati hai….

Jo dikhta hai nahi gum dil ka,

Na meri bheegi hui palkein

Jamana ye samajhta hai,

Bade khushmizaz se hum hai…..

IF U WANT TO BE HAPPY

I have read somewhere about a poet's remark: "Where can we live but days."Life is lived each second at a time.So can we live our seconds infuse with happiness and face the challenges and live each moment with gusto and high spirit? Yes we can, there is only the need to understand the importance of each moment and the Life, that how wonderful and beautiful it is....

"DREAM NEW DREAM TODAY,
SET NEW GOALS TODAY.

SPEND YOUR TIME ON THINGS THAT TRULY COUNT TODAY.
LOVE YOUR FAMILY TODAY.
BE A FRIEND TODAY.
DO THING BETTER TODAY..."

My Life -My Journey

I don’t know when I started writing verses. But yes this was the thing I love most in my spare time. Giving my expressions an outlet in the lines of verses. Filling one after another pages with your thought gives the immense pleasure and a way to express your inner self. It is some kind of the treasure that I never yearned to share with some one. It was for the first time one of my Friend Dev told me to write on a topic. I thought its very normal, as I use to write. So I wrote some lines for him on the given topic. And these lines turned out to be the biggest surprise of my Life. He got my lines published in his collection of poems and gifted me on my Birthday. That was the best ever gift I have got through out my life. I feel that these poems are the mirror of yourself. Each line can easily describe what was your mental status while writing them. You can easily access the transition of your life once you will go though all the pages. I don’t know about others but yes for me it a reality. When ever I see my poems of the early teens, I find that how much impatient I was. My view as a little girl, having so much of ambitions in life and finding no way to get them and unable to foresee the future had transcended from the lines like:

“ What is Life,
No one iis fully satisfied,
Whatever you will do,
What ever you will want,
No one will praise you,
No one will say you are right.
Where ever you will see,
You will find only,
Sorrow, Sorrow and lie…

TO the line like :

Life…. A Saga


"Life…. Always a new face…

Every morning a new dream…

Every night a new commitment to oneself…

Every morning a new journey to go on…

Every second a new experiment…

A journey, where despair often triumphs over your dreams,

A struggle where you fight with yourself…

A result where you are both the loser and the winner………..

But still, a lot of hopes…

A lot of courage to fight over…

A zeal to capture the world and the

Unforeseen powers…

A drive that I am the master of my destiny….

Is what make man of this universe!………"

Optimism washed away all the negativities and told me that getting things in life is not as easy as getting something from Mom and Dad on the very short notice. Life has its own pace and things come to you accordingly. Impatience only mars your ability to think ahead and keep yourself cool.

Whenever I turn the pages of my Diary, I feel that how much scared I was of the failure and as a child I had so many complaint to the world, being not good to me. And this fear always prevented me from moving ahead and that was perhaps the only reason I had so much complaint to my fate and luck. Lines like:

"Khojne chali hun apne astitva ko,
Is ajnabi jahan mein,
Karne chali hun apne sapno ko sakar,
Is khudgarj jahan mein,
Koshish kar rahi hu,
Ek aise jagah,jahan kuch bhi nahi hai,
Nakamyabi ke siva,
Phir bhi kyo saja rahi hu khwab,
Is matlabi jahan mein."

As my life moved,and as I learned the world more, my patience and my optimism also increased.. This maturity now echoes in my lines like:

“Till the life finds it meaning,
Till the dreams touch the reality,
Till the ambitions get achieved,
Till the desires get through,
Oh my heart, keep the patience,
Oh my soul! Keep the tolerance!
But Never ,Never , Never give up.

Till the night meets with sunshine,
Till the success says farewell to the failure,
Till the cloudy sky fins its sun again,
Till the vision gets its hope back,
Oh my heart! learn to wait,
Oh my soul! Learn to be serene,
But Never Never ,Never give up.

As the darkest night prepares the greatest dawn,
As the winter quickens the journey of spring,
Oh my heart! Be wise,
Oh my soul! Be calm,
Success is just a call away….
But Never ,Never ,Never give up.”

These lines have become my way of life, mirroring my thoughts and feeling and ME....

KSN

IF U WANT TO BE HAPPY

LIFE IS ALL ABOUT THE LITTLE DECISIONS YOU MAKE EVERY DAY. YOU CAN'T CHANGE THE DECISIONS OF THE PAST, BUT EVERY NEW DAY IS ANOTHER OPPORTUNITY TO MAKE THE RIGHT ONES.....A VERY PLEASANT GOOD MORNING