Aaj mann kiya ki sabse naraaz ho jaaun

Us thandi chanchal hawa k jhoke se,

Jisne mere kaagaz uda diye;

Us chamakti deepak ki lau se,

Jisne andhere k sukoon ko cheer diya;

Mere bachpan ki pyaari si gudiya se,

Jisne mujhe bade ho jaane ka ehsaas karaa diya;

Mere ladakpan k us suhaane gaaane se,

Jisne kuchch sapno ko fir se yaad dila diya;

Maa ki pyaari si thapki se,

Jisne ab zimmedaar hone ka samay dikha diya;

Papa k us laad se,

Jisne mujhe fir se bachchi ho janey ko lalchaa diya;

Yaaron ki us tasveer se,

Jisne mujhe sachcha yaaranaa dikhaa diya;

Doston ki us hansi se,

Jisne unse milne ko tadpaa diya;

Ghar par rakkhey us paudhey se,

Jisne phoolon ka intezaar karaa diya;

Rasoi k choolhe se,

Jisne tumhaare liye banaayi roti ko tha jalaa diya;

Sheeshe mein meri parchhai se,

Jisne mere sajne ko fizool bataa diya;

Darwaaze ki ghanti se,

Jisne tumhaare na aane ka sach dikha diya;

Man kiya ki aaj sabse naraaz ho jaaun,

Sab se lad jaaun, Sab se rooth jaaun;

Na hansu, na gaaun,

Thoda ro loon, thoda chillau;

Aaj us jhoothi muskaan ko bhool jaaun,

Man kiya ki aaj sabse naraaz ho jaaun.

Common Mans Common Life

 

 

Its easy refuge, to just give up and fall,

but a part in me, still stands tall;

 

I don't know if it's my ego, or some hope,

if I am trying too much, or is it just out of scope;

 

There are a hundred things right, but a few too wrong,

seeking to hunt them down, to keep standing strong;

 

I am not aiming for perfection, I know its a myth,

just trying to mend what's broken, restoring what's amiss;

 

I know I am not special, nor is my life,

but to feel alive, I have to keep up with the tide;

 

To go a step further, to cross another mile,

to clear all hurdles, to go on feel agile;

 

I count my blessings, every single day,

to boost my morale and be steadfast in every way;

 

I am just a common man, living a common life,

dreaming common dreams, struggling common strife.

 

Tell Me What Do I Do !

We have adjusted with the rhythm of catastrophe,

But it’s not our resilience, it’s our helplessness,

Tell me what do I do to stop the loss;

Everytime a train derails, everytime a bomb explodes,

I grieve and pray for souls of demised,

But there is a question that pinches me throughout,

Tell me what do I do to stop the loss;

I have been a spectator for years now,

But its time I take charge perhaps,

It’s not a revolutionary step,

But my concern for our Right to Live,

Tell me what do I do to stop the loss;

There is a debate that is it my suppleness or my livelihood,

I have come back on roads that were burning yesterday,

 I am travelling again on the trains that go through same tracks,

But my heart still skips a beat when I see those spots,

Tell me what do I do stop the loss;

I am not anguished it’s my fear

I want to live but not hiding from a spear

I need salvation I crave credence

I beg you to please not test my perseverance

Please tell me what do I do to stop the loss.

Hunger

This world sustains,

because of people’s insatiable hungers.

Some are hungry for bread,

others for power.

Hunger for bread can be satiated,

But hunger for power can never be.

labourers labor,

servicemen serve,

traders trade,

to satisfy their hunger for bread.

Rulers exploit,

Politicians play dirty politics,

Business tycoons cheat,

to satisfy their hunger for power.

What a difference between two types of same thing!

One makes man to add to the world’s beauty,

Other makes man to steal what world has.

One gives peace of mind, on satisfaction,

Other is never satisfied.

And only whets megalo maniac’s appetite!

Victory

I tried defining victory the last night;

Is it the won match; or desires coming alive;

Or simply a satiated appetite!

In zeal to site the answer

I swept through illustrious victories and ponder(ed),

Construed the awards, recognitions, souvenirs and smiles,

Also referred to dictionary and realized,

Definition of victory cannot be absolute;

It depends on coordinates, inputs and values.

For a cricketer, victory is the century he scored;

For his fan, it might me watching him from the shore;

For a child, it is convincing his parents to buy him the pinwheel;

For the toy-seller; it’s this sale that’ll fetch his family tonight’s meal.

Definition of victory cannot be absolute;

It depends on coordinates, inputs and values.

An athlete who lost Asiad last time,

it might be Olympics that he’s eying;

A corporate that lost 5 ranks in its revenue,

might feel victorious in scaling back first two.

Definition of victory cannot be absolute;

It depends on coordinates, inputs and values.

Today I might see victory in getting that appreciation;

Tomorrow it might be an increment or a promotion.

The scale to measure victory changes from day to day;

It’s sporadic, dynamic and makes its own way.

So globalizing the coordinates, inputs and values

I define victory as

Not winning a war or cracking the clues,

but the contentment, that brings a smile even in the blues.

Kayi baar ye socha hai maine

Kayi baar ye socha hai maine

Kis baat ka garv hai hindu ko

Gintee mein chaar wo zyaada hai

Isliye itnaa itraata hai

Masjid gira kar kisi ki

Jahaan Mandir usko banwaana hai

Kabhi socha hai usne ki

Kyaa Bhagwaan wahaan par aayega

Jis Mandir ko banwaane ko

Khoon bahe maasoomon k

Kayi baar ye socha hai maine

Kyun Musalmaan bagaawat ko

Imaan mein aane detaa hai

Kyun ginti ko itnaa khaas banaa

Haq ki jung mein jaa padtaa hai

Khudaa to quraabani hi ko

Bande ki ibaadat kehtaa hai

Fir kyaa wahaan padhi Namaaz mein

Khudaa barqat nawaazega

Jis masjid ko banwaane ko

Yateem huye masoom kayi

Kayi baar ye socha hai maine

Kyun wahaan nahi banaate hum

aisi imaarat jismein ki

Khudaa aur Bhagwaan dono hi rehne aayein

Prarthanaa hon Namaaz padhein

Na koi Hindu aur na hi koi Musalmaam kehlaaye

Insaan bus Insaan kehlaaye

Kayi baar ye socha hai maine

Kayi baar ye socha hai maine

i and Inner I…..

I am not the only one…..

Others too roam around with broken hearts!

I am not the first one……..

Many fight and emerge strong!

I am not the last one……

This sorrow shall engulf more!

I am not alone in the trap……

There are people chained in shackles of yore!

I didn’t do it to myself……..

People fall prey to their hearts!

I have a beautiful heart…..

But some hearts use others’ as darts!

I could feel it was love……

Does anyone know what is it like?

I know it was true……

What now is truth, to know you would dislike!

I cherished what we had……..

All that’s sweet is not your honey!

I always found the words so pure…….

My dear, there does exist something called hypocrisy!

I am a practical person…….

Who doesn’t love the ease?

I am not easy to fool….

Agree no one is foolproof either, please!

I feel hollow inside……

It is to start anew!

I won’t dream ever again………

Didn’t you stand again after falling and getting blue?

I am feeling some incredible pain…..

After all u are just a human!

I want to end my life….

You’re not so cruel as to kill a fresh hope that’s just begun!

I am not strong enough……

No one is born with it!

I never whined before…..

It happens; you still have a fresh slit!

I should move ahead…..

Regretting on past is worst thing to do!

I should not look back……

Move ahead, world has a lot of beauty to look to!

I feel lonely……

Keep going, people shall follow!

I am fine as I am…..

Times change, no ones’ destined for a lifetime of sorrow!

I am scared of being hopeful now….

Life is to live, not just to exist!

I won’t let this happen again to me…….

Remember, not good but bad is to resist!

I know I am sober and shall be…..

One should not change oneself for no good!

I believe in me…….

Its’ you who has, for yourself, always stood!

I see only I in my tomorrow…

And a few who care!

I will be ok someday…..

Say you’ll be fine from today, now and here!

I rule my life………

And you always Will!

I’ll win and overcome all the strife….

My wish’s with you, come on, Go for the Kill!

I’ll Write Again

There were days, when I would write,

All my feelings, of sorrow, joy or delight.

My pen was my best friend ever,

That filled me with credence and fervor.

Things I couldn’t share, things I couldn’t show,

When read in my rhythm, gave me a glow.

I was secretive yes I do concur,

But I felt snugged, that integrated my spurr.

Writing blew off, all my grudge,

And instilled a smug of not being a drudge.

My imagination flew up and high,

Was calmed, comforted and relieved of all the sigh.

But things have changed, far a lot,

Now its strange, but I hardly jot.

I have lost the patience, or the art,

Or perhaps the melody has flown off my heart.

In an attempt to theorize what happened,

Strange but true, love was found the delinquent.

Love of my life knows all that was hidden,

All my inaccessibles, to him lie open.

The lanes that could be in my poetries of yore,

Now are a bridge between me and my shore.

Good or bad, but I’m spared with no time,

To shape my feelings in the rhythmic line.

His presence has seeped in all my flashes,

So my pen and my diary have been long in my satchel.

But today when I talked to my soul,

It showed me the memoirs that took me to toll.

My pen, my diary, my vision of freedom,

Have hardly been stimulated any seldom.

This change wont last any more I assure,

I’ll pen my feelings again, as that makes me feel secure.

Being in love is a beauty I agree,

But it is not to change myself from me.

I am a person of diary and pages and ink,

I’ll make sure that my rhythm never again loses the link.