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Thursday, April 14, 2011

Kuchh tumne chhod diya ..Kuchh maine...

Tumne aana chhod diya hai
Maine  manana chhod diya

Doston mein ab bhi khilkhilati hu
Akele mein muskurana chhod diya

Tumhari tasveer vahin hai usi Diwar par
us par  haq jatana chhod diya

Tumne aana chhod diya hai
Maine  manana chhod diya

Kajal ab bhi lagta hai aankho mein
Dhul na jaye  , aansu bahana chhod diya

Rang jaisa hai  vaisa  hi rahega
Gore rang par  itraana chhod diya

Tumne aana chhod diya hai
Maine  manana chhod diya

Khayal tumhare hi the kal bhi  aaj bhi  hain
Logon ko kahaniya sunana chhod diya

Tumhe pane ki mannat mein pasandida mithai chhodi thi
Ab us mithai ne bhi  lalchana chhod diya 

Umeed pe duniya kayam thi aaj bhi hai
Bas..  Sapne sajana chhod diya

Ishwar achhe insaan ko khush hi rakhta hai
ab tumhari khushi ki duaein dohrana chhod diya

Tumne sirf aana hi chhoda hai
Maine  sunana , itrana , muskurana chhod diya

Thursday, March 31, 2011

Aaati Raha Karo Naani

Yaad hai Naani
Tumhari Chhakuli wali kavita bhi …hostel, school  ke kisse bhi
Bhaiyon ki pehelwani bhi , tumhare  jhumko wali kahani bhi
Tumhari  bachpan ki saheli ka naam bhool gai hu

Yaad hai Naani
tumhari gunjti hui hansi bhi …aur chashme ke peechhe se behte aansu bhi
Saani se sane haath bhi …aur cotton ki crease wali saari bhi
Tumhare balon ke juda banane ka tarika bhool gai hu

Yaad hai Naani
chakki ki daru bhai daru bhi, dahi namak chawal ka swad bhi
gud moongfali  ki chikki bhi, maheri  aur kesari meethe chawal bhi
Tumhare special rawa cake ki recipe bhool gai hu

Sapne mein hi sahi …Aaati raha karo Naani
Abhi toh kuchh kahaniyan yaad bhi  hai…
Saare kisse bhool gai  toh Naani bhi 
ek rishte ka naam bankar reh jayega...




Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Ek jaise ho tum dono

Tumhari Yaadein bhi tumhaari tarah hain..
Jaati Aati rehti hain...

Thak jaaoge ..tham kyun nahi jaate tum dono...
Ya chale hi jao ....ya chain se Baitho ...Saans hi lelo

Vaise Koi ....Manaahi nahi hai tumhaare aane ki
bas kuch kar sako toh yeh karna ...

Ab Aao toh aise aana ... ki ye fikr na rahe ki...
Haath chhoot toh nahi raha  ..... koi rooth toh nahi raha


Aakar jaane  aur  jaakar aane ki aadat daal di hai tumne
Har baar Bikharkar Uthna ...Mera Riwaaz ho chala hai

Khush rehna Fitrat hai meri..isilye aasani hai tumhare liye bhi 
Kyunki ye jaante ho na tum...kitne din ladegi apni hi Taaseer se

Bhool jaane ki Umeed toh nahi hai ...ki Koi aaya karta hai....
Phir ek baar mujhe Insaan banakar....... jaane ke liye ....

Saturday, October 30, 2010

Life Reflects

Life Reflects....Yes it actually does.....

What You give to Life ...You surely will get the same back from it ....
infact in greater Volumes!!
Give Life feelings of Love and Get back Love ....Give Hatred you get Hatred, Give thoughts of abundance you get enormous strength , give thoughts of fear , Doubts and scarcity and you get back Misery.

You are Born to Live Free, live Cheerful, live Life King/queen Size ...
Fall in Love with Life...

Life gives you everything you expect , 
So expect, dream, ask .....
and more than all this HOPE....

Pray with all Your heart ...and keep unwavering faith...... WHAT  you want is YOUR Concern.....and HOW it will happen is not at all your concern ....
its GOD'S Job ....
allow him to Manifest Your dreams..... 
Life FREE , Live FULL , Live LIGHT !!!

Focus on what you want rather than focusing on what you don't want.... 
Your FOCUS Should be on all the GOOD 
and then more of GOOD will come to YOU !!!!

Appreciate Life ...Give it LOVE ...and it will Love You back in GREATER  VOLUMES !!!!
 

Saturday, October 23, 2010

Tommorow .......... today will be Yesterday

Today...I Love you more than Yesterday... 
I love you more than i have ever told you...

 I do the more i know you ...the more i fall for You
the more I have you... the more I want of you

My day starts with You...it ends off with You
my smile comes and goes off with You tomorrow........

Today will be yesterday, tomorrow will be a new today 
I love you Today ...more than Yesterday.......

Sunday, October 17, 2010

Love is ......


Love is.....

Appealing, tempting wink
a touch, making heart sink
Proud display of a gift
Stolen glance in a lift


A sip from his rum
Eyes talking, lips numb
A wet pillow overnight
An early morning fight


A callous gruesome answer
An NV going bouncer
My treasure – 4 coins, parking slip , a used paper napkin...
Charming pleasure …a conscience denying THE most wanted sin..


A forceful morning stroll
A drowsy wakeup call
Bike ride on a rusty dusty highway
Untraceable in january , a Killing sun of may


A known fragrance, a teasing whim

Park avenue or its just him

Serene sense when he is around

Free heart yearing to be bound


A heartfelt, prayer said
A novel still unread
A picture in my wallet 7 years old

Luring desires , set on fire ...by a heart grown cold

A tear-filled eye
A dreadful bye
Unwavering blissful faith
Highs and lows of breath


Those so called dates… a walk, a movie and two icecreams…
Damn !! me crafting them , he shattering dreams…
Gleaming sweat drop on his face
Me craving for an embrace...


Feb, march n april …my longest lasting grudge
Two different people, one butterscotch, another chocolate fudge
A awry fight within
A Heart worth winning


Lights on a tower dim.... off and on
No difference, an hour gone…an year gone
A priceless sea shell
A message to get well


Far off places 1400 kilometers
Rains from lacrimal flowing by litres
Causal praise for all the madness done
Loudest last say, we are not meant to be one..

No why , No cry , No blame, No fight
LOVE IS .........
Freedom as of bird..with me...or out of sight .....


Saturday, October 9, 2010

View out of my Window

Far-off view of a fading gleaming sun
Incessant sea, colossal sky , uniting at Horizon

Temple bells rumbling, with growing dusk
Holy Prayer call from far- flung mosque

Crimson- carroty image of sky on blue water range
Or the sky playing mirror to this ocean for a change

A few birds, two kites , on clear sky , above
Down on a lane, crowd struggling even to move

Over my head an airplane , to some destined ground
Under the chin, people searching fates, to be lost or found

View out of my window , is a blend of noise and peace
Observing this mix, as one fine day its all going to cease