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.........

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