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…