Divyanshu Arora

Paani kam hai

Table pe rakhe glass ki kahavat toh sabne suni hogi,,,aadha khaali aadha bhara,,,

Yehi sikhaya jata raha hai ki aadha khaali nahi aadha bhara kahiye,,, fir kahin suna ki nahi ye kahiye ki bhara poora hi hai,,,aadha paani se aadha hawa se,,,kya karenge sahab aisa optimism rakh ke,,, glass khaali ho, bhara ho,,,aadha ho ya poora ho,,,Janaab pyaas toh bujhne wali nahi ek glass bhar paani se. Paani kam hai.

kabhi kabhi samajh nahi aata ye baatein soch kaise leta hoon. Duniya ek mela lagti hai jahan sabne apni Image ki dukaan sajai hai,,, maaniye na maaniye koi muskarahato ka business chala raha hai aur koi dukhi chehra dikha ke apne Image ki roti sek raha hai,,,Ab aise bazaar mein ye pata kaise lage ki saamne wala sach mein khush hai udaas hai ,,,kaise pata lage ki iss baar vo nanha bhed bakri charaane wala jab “Sher aaya,sher aaya” chilla raha hai toh sach keh raha hai ya nahi. Doosro ko toh chodiye ab toh khud pe bhi shak hone laga hai sahab,,,isiliye kabhi kabhi samajh nahi aata ki ye baatein soch kaise leta hoon.

Kya hai na,,,kaii log sochte bahut hain. Doosro ki parchaaiyo se leke khud ki tanhaaiyo tak,,,log kuch nahi chodte. Sab socha jaata hai sahab. Iss garmi mein sadak pe kaam karta majdoor parivaar dikhta hai,,,uska chota sa bachha vahin ret ke dher pe baitha hota hai,,,unke naseeb mein sofa ka sukh bahut dur ki baat lagti hai,,,Dil us pariwaar ke baare mein thoda sochta hai,,,shayad ab kam sochta hai,,,magar haan Ishwar ko dhanyawaad jurror nikalta hai ki Shukr hai main sahi jagah paida ho gaya. Aage badta hoon toh park mein khelte hue bachho ko dekhne par sochta hoon ki kya din the apne bhi,,,yaad aata hai ki kaise ham bhi apne sapno mein Sachin Tendulkar se kam nahi the,,,leather ki ball se dar na lagta hota toh aaj Kohli ki jagah Arora hota…ek Hasi si chehre pe aane mein der nahi lagati ,,,shayad sirf uss ek pal ke liye ham bhi Sachin ho jaate hain.

Yahan tak toh thik hai sahab,,,saamne se langda kutta aata dekh ke bhi sochna nahi chod sakte. Tab ye soch lete hain ki mere kuch Animal lover dost iske baare mein kya sochenge.

khair,,,

Raaste chalte bhar Sochta hoon ki kaisa hota agar na sochne ka bhi option hota toh. Zinda laash banne ka shaunk nahi hai magar haan kabhi kabhi lagta hai ki off button hota toh alarm laga ke thodi der so jaate. Arey bhai, Dhoni se aur kuch seekha ho ya na ho ye pata laga hai zyaada sochne se baal jaldi safed ho jaate hain.

Zindagi jee toh lein, Roka thodi hai aapko kisi ne,,,bas haath mein ek naksha pakda diya jaata hai,,, usmein laal rang ki syaahi se ek rasta bhi Highlight kiya rehta hai,,,kaha jaata hai Jee lo apni zindagi magar isi raaste pe chalna. Toh ye nakshe ke baaki hisse ka kya karna hai.

Apni khud ki zindagi aap kaise jiye ye sochne ke siwa aap sab soch sakte hain,,,yahan tak ke ye bhi ki iss zindagi ke liye Paani kam hai.

Tumhara Naam….

Kuch Baatein Adhoori,,,
Thodi Thodi,,,
Likh Leta hoon Kabhi Kabhi….

So,,, Kya likhun fir,,,soch hi raha tha ki,,,aisa laga jaisa dil kuch keh raha hai,,,,,thoda sunne ki koshish ki uski baat to kehta hai ki,,,,,,,

Likh do Dil ke armaano ko..
Likh do apni chahtein…
Likh do saare gam apne…
Tum likh do saari raahtein

Likh do har kisse ko
Likh do saari Kahaaniyan,,,
Lik do vo saath apna…
Likh do saari tanhayiaan,…

Har nazdiki likh do aaj tum
tum likh do saari duriaan,,,
Un ghanto lambi baaton ko likh do…
Likh do,,,
Likh do saari khaamoshiyaan…

Rang saare apne mann ke
Bhar do kagaz pe aaj hi…
tum likh do har andhere ko,,,
likh do ,,, har roshni…

Likh do apna sab kuch
Likh do jo chupaate ho
Likh do apni hakeekat saari…
Likh do jo sapne sajaate ho…

Main Kalam uthata soch kar
Ke likh doonga ye sabhi,,,
Kagaz pe tab likh pata hoon
Kagaz pe ta likh pata hoon…
Main TUMHARA NAAM hi
Main TUMHARA NAAM hi…

Kuch Baatein Adhoori,,,
Thodi Thodi,,,
Likh Leta hoon Kabhi Kabhi….

TIKKI O TIKKI…

In palko ke saaye main…….

A poem straight from mah heart….

ki aanso keh rahein hai kuch tumse
sun lo inki daastan bhi
dekh lo, har ashk ko,,behte hue aaj zara
chupe kab se the in palko ke saaye main…….

<<<<<>>>>>

Ke ruk sakte nahi aaj ye..

bas ,,,,,

bas chahte hain behna hi

gam ki lehrein hain ye toh…

aa gaye hain aaj ufaan main,

<<<<<>>>>>

ki khwaish hai nahi inki,koi badi, bahut…

bas chuna chahte hain tumhare haath hi,,,,

aur ponch nahi sakte agar tum,

inhe rok nahi skate agar tum,

toh bas ik boond ko chupa lo apne haathon main,,,,

dekh lo, har ashk ko,,behte hue aaj zara
chupe kab se the in palko ke saaye main…….

After a long time ,i hv written sth like this,,..kind of emotional ryt now,,,won’t be able to write more ryt now……..
waiting for ur comments,,

Tujhse nafrat karun kaise

Here is another one guys,,,,waiting for your comments

Poocho na haal-e-dil mera ,

ke kaise karun byaan..

ruki dhadkan ,tuta dil bhi

bas hai dard ki daastan,

*****

Tha jo kuch bhi,,bas unse tha,

khoya unko jo ,,,sab kho gya…

bas reh gya nasha .. unka hi

aur dil unke gam main ro rhaa…

*****

tu bewafa tha,,iska gam nahi

dil tuta yeh ,,iska gam nahi,,,

hai gam toh bas is baat ka

ki hai ab bhi tere deedar ka inzaar..

hai ab bhi teri nazron ko dhundhti ye nazar..

ke ab bhi pyaar hai tujhse,,,

tu hi bata ae bewafa

karun tujhse nafrat kaise

nafrat kaise

*****

Please leave comments if u like this one 🙂

Na Hogi tab Judaai

aahha after a long time

here’s one from me..

NA HOGI TAB KOI JUDAAI

Yun hi juda ho jaate hain vo ,

kyun na jane hamse,

jinse hum hain ,jinse dil hai..

jinse hai yeh zindagi hamari.

kyun chod dete hain yun humein …

kya awaaj nahi sunai deti is dil ki ,,

ye awaaj hamari…..

*****

hamari chahto ,ka sabr dekh rahaien hai vo bhi kya bhla

hamari aarzo ki intehaa ,,unhe kya nahi pata…

ki unke intezaar main …beeta hai har lamhaa..

beetigi agar ye zindgani bhi ,,toh kya gila..

*****

Ae khamosh humsafar mere,

pukarega ek din tu bhi hamein..

hogi tujhko aarzo ,,hoga tujhko pyaar bhi…

ishk haazir rahega mera bhi,,,

na hogi tab koi judaai…

na hogi tab koi judaai..

*****

ahahhahah yes yes …

this post was in my drafts for so long….completed it today…yipeee

hows it…waiting for your comments

ki har lamha dhundha jinhe vo kahan hai ghum ho gaya …

ek hi toh dost tha mera vo bhi juda ho gaya..

My First Video shoot

Aha ,,ma ma miaaaa …

Here i am …so much wait for this one…has been almost a month or so ,,,,

This is my first video post,,:D

I was sitting and my big bro turned up saying why not make a video ,with me reading out one of my poems,,,it sounded cool and there were we ,after some time, made a video

I was nervous ,i stammered a little bit ,,and as such was facing camera for first time but i decided to post the first try itself because thats what spontaniety is all about..

This one is EK dil tha mere paas bhi.

For lyrics of poem go here :Ek dil tha mere paas bhi

waiting for your views :);)

(ye bata do yaar kurte pajame main kaisa lag raha hoon)

Awards ,,,Abakkabugga bugga bugga

i remember in my childhood whenever i used to feel happy there was this

“abakka bugga bugga bugga ” dance which i used to do

and thanx to jingle i am feeling the same today

I came across her beautiful blog just some time back ,participated in Thursday Poets rally and she was so generous to give me my first awards in Blogosphere

thank you soo much

and yes i wanna nominate Megzone

And here are my cherished awards

http://jingleyanqiu.wordpress.com/2010/04/24/well-here-comes-the-week-15-rally-awards-and-more/

i feel truly honoured Jingle ,,,but i won’t be able to take part in rally this time,,hope to be back soon

A New Journey on the Cards(Thursday Poets Rally)

Woha! Here is my chance of shooting to fame (hehehehe,,i am still a self proclaimed poet,,no one else thinks that i am actually one 😛 :D)

Sweet Jingle has this Thursday Poets rally at her blog ,,a must for upcoming bloggers,looking out for making some great friends having similar interests ..

http://jingleyanqiu.wordpress.com/2010/04/21/thursday-poets-rally-week-15-april-22-28-2010/

so here’s my entry (first one ) for the rally…and yeah I wrote this one for one of my friends.She just got placed…Whoa whoa,,

A new journey on the cards..

full of enthusiasm you are..

morosity is far apart

searching your life..you move forward.

***

As a princess,now you shine,,

Life appears to be sublime.

full of adventures is your new world..

May you glide through like a bird..

***

A thought of happiness

and a feeling of bliss

may follow you,,

O lovely miss…

P.S. As far as I remember this is only my second attempt at writing a poem in English(i generally write in hindi)

Last time I wrote in English ,,was i think in third or fifth standard in school

“Bird can fly,

Penguin can fly,,

why can’t i fly”

Ahhh yaar Penguins don’t fly or do they ,,,see i am still confused

Anywayz waiting for your comments ,,,

“Don’t wanna say see ya

can’t say Hee ya..

so i think Ma Ma mia will do”

Bad PJ..hehe

Poetry And A Self Proclaimed Poet

When i sat down to write” something about anything “,,,i was perplexed about the “anything” part.

But as i decided to share some feelings about Poetry i got confused or rather amazed by the “Something” part.

Poetry,is “something” that was all i could think and still i felt i could go on writing about it.

That says all.doesn’t it

I don’t want to define Poetry because i don’t think i can bind it in a certain definition.Infact its the ” freedom of expression” that Poetry has which makes it so affable to me .How many times a Poet may appreciate this quality of his work which enables him to express as himself as he wants too.It can be anything Agony,Anger,Betrayal,Rage,Revolution …anything you say,Poetry has it

The thoughts take the form of words and poem flows like a river of thoughts conveying the message to desired person.thats the power of Poetry.

Poetry has given a new dimension to my life ,,(i am a “self proclaimed poet”, if u forgot 🙂 ) .Its like a friend , i could relate to,i could turn to when I want ,i could look up to when i need .

It has become a means to explore the world ,a means to find new friends,a means to revive friendship and yes a means to express my feelings.Feelings,which remained restricted to me find out there way to outside world through Poetry and that is what I appreciate the most.

Poetry links me to the beautiful expressions at Megzone and Open Mind .

The point is it somehow plays a linking and distincting(is there any word like this) part at same time ,writing about different things and liking it likeways

All I can say is that..

I thank God for giving this to me .

And yes,

I am not a great poet,not a frequent blogger and have less frequency of writing poems but one thing which sets me apart is that i could say “Poetry is something” and yet i could go on and on writing about it

Ek dil tha mere paas bhi…

I can’t tell you guys how much i missed blogging and Indiblogger(exams were on 🙁 and then my computer was in a mess)

But I am back now and no prizes for guessing

I am back with another of my “broken heart” poems

Now on a serious note ..

Heart is something that i am not able to define, its nature has somehow , always deluded me.

Sometimes you just know that something is wrong with your heart…yearning for someone can lead to a state of mess and interestingly enough if you try to describe that state ,,,it gives you a poetic feeling,,

Here is one such attempt……….

Ek dil tha mere paas bhi

dhadkta tha …

behkta tha…..

khush tha bin pyaar ke hi,

Ek dil tha mere paas bhi

*****

fir ek din jo dekha unhein,

mera na raha ye mera dil.

Kambhakt,unka ho gaya,

Kho gaya vo mera dil..

ke naam likh diya khud pe bas unka hi…

Ek dil tha mere paas bhi

*****

subah thi unki baaton se..

raaton (nights) main unki baahein thi..

dhup main aanchal rang bikherta,,

kya rangeen hamari shaamein thi

Ke unke bin,

mera din…

tha din nahi…

ek dil tha mere paas bhi

*****

Ke khush the hum,thode hairan bhi

kaise humpe thi yun kismat fida bhi…

ke yun toh suna tha zaalim hota hai pyaar bada

fir kaise tha ishk hum pe mehrbaan hi…

Par …fir…

Par fir ishk ne,us pyaar ne,us mere dildaar ne

di aisi rusvai

hum the bas aur hamari tanhai…

hmm bewafa the vo..

kar di bewafai

(pause)

ke dil ek reh gaya tuta hi,,,,,,,,,

Ek dil tha mere paas bhi

dhadkta tha …

behkta tha…..

khush tha bin pyaar ke hi,

Ek dil tha mere paas bhi

*****

Ahhh…feels so good to be back

Plz let me know if you like it,,,,waiting for ur comments 🙂

and yes missed out on one point ..just changed the theme of this blog too..kindly review this too…

cheers

Main, meri patni aur woh

(THIS ISN’T A REVIEW OF THE MOVIE so don’t get disheartened (as if this is the only thing u are meant to do) )

For those who don’t know this is a name of a movie starring Rajpal Yadav( the funny short man of hindi film industry) who plays the short heighted ,not so good looking husband of his attractive,charming wife.

Thats the cue from the movie that i want to share here.

I am also not that tall when compared to most of the boys of my class or say peer group.Right from my childhood I had this feeling of being inferior to others because of this.

I used to worry about making girlfriends,About my marriage,And yes will she have a affair//(Main Meri Patni aur Woh..u see the connection)

I used to dream about me being tall(though I rate myself cutest )

I was pleasently naughty and cynosure of all eyes but yes somewhere inside i always yearned to be taller.I used to imagine about being a tall guy.

Some of my relatives used to say “Thoda aur lamba ho jata ,..tohkya persona hota”

I hated them,,

I condoled myself and tried to reply themselves by thinking about Sachin who is short in height but tall in stature.

There was a Doha by Kabir

Bada hua toh kya hua jaise paid(tree) khajur,

Panthi ko chaya nahi fal lage ati dur.

I hummed this one whenever someone commented about my height,just going by its word to word meaning.

(I am not that short guys ,,its just that others were taller than me)

But deep inside i knew ,,these were just a kind of excuse,,

Used to ask God it was like this ,,why?

And yes i got the answer that has satisfied me ,not like those excuses

The FACT is that “I AM A SOUL,I AM NOT THIS BODY”

So how does it matter whether my body is tall or short ,,its just temporary.

Due to my previous deeds i Got this body,,thats all.

So no more Worries about My body,My wife and yes the person with whom she will have her first affair..:) 😀

My Wage

I mentioned about 2 poems in my last post in this category ..

this is the 2nd poem which i got from magazine..

Thought of sharing it here on my blog….

Really a beautiful one…………..

MY WAGE

I bargained with Life for a penny

And life would pay no more,

However I begged at evening

When I counted my scanty store;

For Life is a just employer,

He gives you what you ask,

But once you have set the wages,

Why ,you must bear the task.

I worked for a menial’s hire,

Only to learn ,dismayed,

That any wage i had asked of life

Life would have paid.

—Jessie B. Rittenhouse—

My cool orkut Display names

Its hard to beleive for my friends but I was an Orkut addict sometime back.

I had this uncanny nack of changing my display name EVERYDAY. Infact some people told me that they SIGNED IN daily just to see my display names.

they felt that they were really cool

haha 😉 :)…

ahhh..well maybe not cool…but yaar these names are worth millions to me…joking….acha i will also be giving the hidden meaning behind them……..
the material is copy right protected…….(i had them on my other blog too)

here are some of my favourites:::

1.Meri shirt ke button band hain.hm
my shirt sorts of not allow my heart to spill out the beans…….kitne raaj chupe hain is dil main….
2.Ud ja makhi,zinda hoon main
i m reeeaaallly that much lazy….ahh(the inspiration was from one of the movie)
3.Sadak ke gadde main pani bhra hai
sadak ke gadde main pani bhra hai mere aasaon(tears) se……niceee
4.Street light jal bujh rahi hai.
hmmm nice……street light jal bujh rahi hai,,,,,,,means i m confused

5.Pencil,sharpner,pen,scale,eraser..hm
it is one of the best,
u see it has two point of views
a) a pencil box consists of all the small little things…..similarly our life is based upon the little things ……..
b) in our childhood we are like pencils ,sort of can make mistakes at a much frequent rate,we are at our learning stages than our parents and teachers sort of act as sharpners and sharpens our skills,we become like pen then ,,,,,more confident,than life goes on and in end just erased……
6.mere jug main pani nahi..hmmm
mera jag(world) suna suna lage……..its lonely out there

7.RANG BHAR DE IN KORE KAGZO PAR
read my poem….rang bhar de in kore kagzo par

8.Kaise dhoya Kapde sukhte hi nahi,,,
have u seen a wet cloth..kaise pani tip tip karke girta hai…..to usi tarah ye aanso aate rehte hain…rukte hi nahi kambhakt….
so just asking kaisa dhoya ,,,ye kapde sukhte hi nahi……

9.between 12:00 noon to 6:00 p.m…..aisa relationship

at 12:00 noon the hour hand and minute hand are together,hands in hand ..that is relationship is strong and at 6 :00 pm they are poles apart .So my relationship status is between them.

10.Mera cell fir charge hoga kya……..
arey saw one of my friends,,,,pyaar ka maara………..pooch raha tha……..ki fir paar hota hai kya……

11.Is deewar mein ek ched ho gaya
that same friend………mujhse bola……..ki ab to bas only one motto “No Love”………but fir bhi nahi yaar…….nahi bhulti usse…..bahut samjhaya……..but yaar ………..koi mere friend ke liye prayer karo……..

Cost of Lessons Learned

Was just reading some Magazines and i came across two beautiful poems..so thought of putting up them here.So now “my poems” category also includes the poems i like.

Cost Of Lessons Learned

The lessons of life are hard-earned

when you find a love that doesn’t return

Yet,this lesson of this week

of the soulmate I would seek…

I knew from the beginning

that it would go nowhere

so does it really matter

that I knew he didn’t care?

A day or so ago my heart would have cried out,

from wounds of pain that I would shout .

Yet,somehow that’s not the case

and there’s no pain to erase.

The sun it shines so bright;

now no more petty fights.

When there is thought of loss

make experience the cost.

S.D.Tulley

A meeting with a Child labourer

This is a fictional story ,presented here in more or less as a dialogue between me and a child labourer .The idea is to present the views of the effected child from my perspective.

It was another of the typical lunch breaks as me and my friends geared ourselves to go to college mess.However Aparna had different plans.She informed us all about her new found ,the “Khoka da Dhaba” an eating place at the other end of our college.We all decided to give it a try.

So there were we ,in about 15 min,sitting at The Khoka and waiting for the menu card. I just moved out for a couple of minutes to get some fresh air when suddenly a little boy maybe of age 8 or so approached me and said,”Sahab ,Chai lena kya, 3 rupee ki hai,garm taja chai”

I had always heard about child labour but never seen someone so closely.I was just looking him ,,seeing his tattered sweater,,clumsy hair when suddnely he again said”Chai wala,,,chai garm taja”.

I was thinking about it when Aparna called me for the meal.We had a nice one there but i couldn’t stop thinking about the child .I don’t know why but I wanted to talk to him ,help him if i could.So I stayed back and after some exploring here and there i were directed by the locals to “Chunni Chai ka Stall”

I got the boy there.He enthusiastically came running to me,”Kya Sahab chai peena hai kya”.I said to him Main chai nahi peeta”

Sahab chai nahi peeta,,arey thand ka maheena hai babu peelo na”

I again abstained from it but with little effort i got the small one to indulge in a talk.

ME:: Kya naam hai tumhara chote miyan..

Boy:: Sahab,,Mai(mother) mujhko Rajkumar kehti hai magar yahan par sab Chotu bulate hain

ME:: Kab se kaam kar rahe ho yahan par

Boy::Sahab,,2-3 hafta ho gaya..acha pagar hai 45 rupya har din ka..

ME :: bas ,tum yahan kaam kyun karte ho ,,sirf itne paiso ke liye……

I was just stood awestruck after he replied to this one.

Boy::

Apni toh zindagi hi aisi hai Sahab,

Ghar pe baap marta hai aur yahan maalik,

Kam se kam ghar pe mai ka aanchal to tha

yahan par toh vo bhi nahi hai

Baap peeta rehta hai,

Mai logo ke ghar ,kaam karti hai

Main yahan kaam karta hoon,,

taki Shanti ,meri choti behen ,ki shaadi ho jaye..

Raju mere bhai ko hospital bhi toh le jana hai

vahan Doctor apne clinic main bulata hia na..

Aur haan Main Ranu ko padana chahta hoon

Pata hia Sahab ,,main bhi padna chahata tha..

Magar main padunga toh Ghar kaise chalega

Roj ek ek rupya bachata hoon

Baapu ki nazar se chupata hoon

Har ek kaam ke liye

Main sabse bada hoon na..

Toh kya hua iske liye baapu thoda maar deta hai toh

Itna toh chalta hai na Sahab ..

Pata hia Sahab,kabhi kabhi khelne ka man karta hai

Tab main Maalik se chupke ,,

yeh glass ke saath khelta hoon ..

ek baar ek tut gaya ,,badi maar padi thi

Koi chai peeta hai toh meri rozi roti chalti hai

Tum Chai lelo na Sahab,Maalik Khush hoga

I took 10 glasses of chai and threw each one ,paud him and saw him running to other customer.I don’t know it was right to do or not .I don’t know how to help him.Just started the long walk back to college ,,,thinking , feeling ashamed of myself,and reflecting MY MEETING WITH A CHILD LABOURER

Note ::(This is the first or maybe second time I am writing something like this

Please share your views and help me to be a better writer)

Shuruaat Toh Karo Badlega Bharat

This is not exactly a poem but have a poetic feeling trying to raise
ourselves from our present condition of utter carelessness for the country
I wrote this one after reading the line ~शुरुआत तोह करो बदलेगा भारत~
a signature used by my brother Aditya Kumar Nayak

(he is one of founding members of Youth for India Movement)

offcourse the first line is taken from there ….

Shuruaat toh karo badlega bharat
chalo ik baar pooch ke dekhe khud se
Bharat hai kya
1st answer:
Arey Bharat ,,,kis bharat ki baat kar rahein hai aap
vo mera Delhi vala Padosi
ya Banglore vala Dost
arey ek bharat aur hai vo…
haan college main

NAHI
2nd answer
arey acha apna Bharat
Main nahi bhula Bharat ko
arey India Ka har cricket match dekhta hoon
har 4 pe taali maarta hoon
har 6 pe uchalta hoon
yehi hai na bharat
yehi hai na bharat dekha mujhe yaad hai

NAHI
3rd answer
shayad maine suna hai toh kahin par …..
arey haan yaad aaya
teacher ne padaya tha
“Hum sab bhartiy(indian) hain hum ,Bharat desh main rehte hain
humein apni matrabhoomi ka karz chukana chaiye”
yehi hai na Bharat ..
yehi hai na Bharat ..
dekha mujhe yaad hai,,,,

haan ab thoda paas pahunche Bharat ke ….
fir bhi yeh Bharat hai kya..
hamare aaj ka ek hissa hai ya nahi…
ya kitaabo main basa koi kissa hai bas
kyun nazre chura lete hain iski aaj ki halat se
kyun yun chup chap gavah ban jaate hain iske rone(crying) ka
kyun uth kar ise sahara nahi dete hum
kyun dusro ke bharose chod dete hain APNE BHARAT KO
Shuruaat toh Karo Badlega Bharat

O maggi.!!

This is a nothing of a poem,,maybe one of the most ridiculuous one i have ever written but i can’t help myself but posting it.It was written on the spot during a conversation with a friend (roughly 1 year back).
I did some changes in 1 -2 lines only,,now
.(Maggi wale maar denge,,,lol)
Here it goes::

o maggi ,,o maggi
do minute main ban hai jati
un do minuto(minutes) main de deti khushiyaan
apno ke saath hone ki
tera ek ek ansh
jaise un palo ka hisaab rakhta hai
jo mujh ko mujh se jodte hain
mujh ko apno se jodte hain
tujh ko hum sab se
jodte hain
toh aaja maggi
aaj fir jod de……
.apne peele dhago se
humko
o maggi o maggi…
o maggi o maggi

koi bana ke khila do boss…lol

Uski Talaash main ,ek safar

This is a short poem reflecting on a stage of a man searching for his love.He has taken on this journey searching for her but its a long journey and doubts are coming in his mind but heart at once gives him the answer and as such the direction

“In rahon se guzrate hue,

kuch tanha sa tha lag raha,

yun toh chale ja raha tha,,

kuch thaka hua tha laga raha”

“dekha jidhar bhi tab maine,

dikha nahi koi mujhe,,

kya soch liya tha maine yun hi,

kya mila tha mujhe”

“jeene ki pyaas main,

zindagi ki aas main,

bas yun hi chal pada tha,

uski talaash main”

“fir socha maine,

ke jisko dhundh raha hoon main,

kya vo bhi kar rahi hogi mera intzaar kahin,

yeh raasta hai jahan le ja raha,

uski manzil hai vo ya nahin”

ek hi jawaab aaya tab

is dil ke aayne (mirror) se:::

“yeh raaste chahe lagte tanha hain

par ye tanha nahi,,

har lamha un yaadon ka saath hai,

ye un par chod diya humne ke

hum galat the ya sahi,

humein to bas unhi se pyaar hai….”

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Bas Tu hi tu hai aaj toh…

Well I am a self proclaimed Poet and as such i make a point to write Poems for my friends on their birthdays but interestingly those poems never turn out to be birthday poems ,instead they give a feeling of celebration ,,,making the birthday girl(in this case) feel that she is special .The poem focuses on how the last year was and wishes best for the coming year .The poem revolves around her family and last but not he least her life,,interestingly still their is no mention of a birthday/…..Here it goes

bas tu hi tu hai aaj toh ,
tham gaye hain baaki sabhi .
ki tera hi ahsaas hai bas,
chu rahi tujhko roshni..

ki aaj aasman hai paas lage..
jamin par pair(feet) tikte nahi …
ki kho jaane ka man hai kar raha,,,
apno ke beech main kahin

hai apno ki yaadon se bana ,
kal (p)ke yaadon ka apnapan..
hai ummedon ke rang se judi hui,
kal(f) ke sapno ki taajgi..

hai chal rahi jis aur tu..
hai raasta jo tune chuna..
aage bada hai ye safar..
kehte hain isko jindagi

Note :: The kal(p) refers to past and kal (f) refers to future.