Do Pal..mil leti hun

Dhalte din mein, aur badhti shaam mein,

roz thoda chalti hun, do pal.. khud se mil leti hun.

Bhari bheed mein, aur goonjti ekaant mein,

roz thoda samajhti hun, do pal.. khud se mil leti hun.

Kahaaniyon mein, aur logon ke shabdon mein,

roz ek bahaana dhundti hun, do pal.. khud se mil leti hun.

Sapno mein, aur sabki sachhaiyon mein,

roz bhraman karti hun, do pal.. khud se mil leti hun.

Subah ki namaaz mein, aur baba ki aawaaz mein,

roz aman karti hun, do pal.. khud se mil leti hun.

FOLDS- the old and new..

With the cold icy nights I stood

With the least ray of shine I stood

With the storm and strikes I stood

And with the drought and slides I stood

 

But I broke with your question and doubt

I broke with your sharp words that mount

I broke when you struck me with the shock

Of no longer being one of my part

 

Then I perceived it all as one big disaster

Like the naturals’ I put them in same cluster

Now this repeated two three fourĀ  times

And I became an expert to dig the mine

 

With each bad experience I turned a bit blue

Yet I make better decisions may end up bad few

Now I look upto myself discovering fresh view

Every time I broke I stood up as new.

KITAAB

Ek dukaan, dukaan kitaab ki.

Kitaabein kayi, kuch kahaaniyon ki.

Kahaaniyan ankhahee, kisi ke khwaab ki.

Ek khwaab, yaad kisi ki.

Kisi ki chaahat, ladaai kisi ki.

Aazaadi kisi ki, maut kisi ki.

Shanti kisi ki, sachayi kisi ki.

Ek dukaan, dukaan kitaab ki.

Kshetr ek, Lekhak kayi.

Syaahee ek, pal the kayi.

Lafz unke, aawaaz thi meri.

Anubhav unka, pariksha thi meri.

Chaai saath mein, kuch biscuit bhi.

Raatein kayi, par saath nhi.

Vichaar kayi, dhaarna kayi.

Ek kitaab, kitaab uss dukaan ki…

 

 

 

 

CHALTE-CHALTE

Chalte chalte main neeche dekhna bhool jata hun,
ki aasmaan mein khawaahish ko dhudta reh jaata hun,
gir jata hun bhool se par uth kar sambhal bhi jaata hun.

Vhin zindagi muskurati hai,
gehre zakhmo pr malhum lagati hai,
aur kehti hai waqt se tum rukna nahi yehi toh sache khawab ko paane ki hai tarkeeb.

Isi waqt or zindagi ne mujhe hai sikhaya,
zaruri nhi jo socha whi hai paaya,
kabhi zada toh kabhi kam hai sabke hisse mein aaya.

Uss khwab ki or main fir se badhta hun,
sambhalta kam aur girta zada hun,
par aaj zindagi ki khwaahish ko naye pehlu se dekhta hun.

Hosla khud mein aur vishwas raaste pr rakhta hun,
sapne pure hon ya na hon magar sachhe dekhta hun,
ye aasmaan mera ho na ho lekin iss zameen ko, chalte chalte gir ke, har baar chumta hun.

AGES..

Ages pass on, we, you and I move on,

keeping hope we stick on, together we build our bond.

Bond that’s deep, depth that we meet,

meet when we uncover, uncover what is covert.

Covert that is unshared, unshared but adhered,

adhered what is ignored by rest, rest who’s presence is rare.

Rare not outside but inside, inside we pray, love and cry,

cries that are unheard, unheard wishes & desires later burned.

Burned emotions turn stern, where logics and reasons go beyond,

beyond our reach & smiles, becoming unbound yet bound.

Touched, unfold , solved our hearts may or may not,

keeping hope we stick on, together we build our bond.

Ages will pass on, we, you and I will move on!