Kaise Kahu

Tere aane se behtar aur kucch to nahi hai,
Par aaj barish se gujarish kaise karu,
Maksood hai ye dil-E-tamanna kab se,
Par labon par ruke alfaz main kaise kahu.

Kehne ke khayal se hi sanse tham jati hai,
Fir tasveer-E-jhalak dhadkan chura leti hai,
Par mere hi jazbaat ka zuban par zor na ho,
To unki aankhon ko main apna mujhrim kaise kahu.

Aatish hai dil ke har kone main ik taraf,
Aur gum hai zehen apne hi ghar main kahi,
Hai uunchi uthti lapte bhi unki lagai hui,
Par kyun julas raha hai dil unse main kaise kahu.

apne aap ko us bakhsh ke aage sochta hu,
Jab main bhi kisi dargah main teri rah dekhu ga,
Tab bhi khush dikhu ga teri ibadat main ae khuda,
Aur tab bhi mera khuda bas tu hi rahe ga,
par jo aakhri azaan ka din mukarrar ho chuka hai
us din tak gehra dard main kaise sahu,
han ghar to mera sabz chader ke neeche hoga,
par intezaar hoga kabra pe bhi unse kaise kahu....

Unke aane se behtar aur kucch to nahi hai,
Par aaj barish se gujarish kaise karu.....

Zindagi…....(song)

Zindagi ki daud lagi hai
Main nikal pada kis aur hu
Jaane kahan hai manzil meri
Main Is bheed mai kahi kho gaya hu.

Ik sawaal hai har parcchai se mera
Tu meri ya main tera wajood hu
kamine, masoom sab Ehsaas hai dil main
Par fir bhi mere sab jazbaat paraye kyun .

Kitni kahaniyan ban chuki hai meri
Kitne fasane beet chuke zindagi ke
Sochta hu ke shayad jo bhi mila kafi nahi
Par kya pata tujhe kya chahiye zindagi.

Kitne chehre hai aur unke aks bhi
Aur anginat kahaniya hai har shakhs ki
Par Ek baar main bhi khud se rubaroo ho lu
Fir shayad main bhi daudhna seekh lu.

ae zindagi tu bas mujhe itna bata,
ke tu kab tak yu hi gum sum rahe gi.
Kab tak chup chaap mere aasma ki tarha,
is safar main mere sath chale gi
Teri har saan jis ke liye zinda hai,
bata vo aakhri saans kaha ruke gi.
Main bhi sath chalta rahu ga,
aur guzarta jaun ga har beed se
ek anjaan raahgiir ki tarha,
manzil tak pahunchne ki umeed se
jaha tujhe gale laga saku ga
aakhri saans se pehle zindagi.

Zindagi ki daud lagi hai
Main nikal pada kis aur hu
Jaane kahan hai manzil ab meri
Is bheed mai main kho gaya hu.

dad i m not gonna make it home....

I have taken such a long stride,
from where I cant see no one no more.
I wonder if I know the reason,
but this aint ur fault for sure.
I know that u will miss me like crazy, but dad I m not gonna make it home.
Dad I m not gonna make it home…..

I kept running through the way I found,
and I killed every enemy I could see,
then I found comarades crying for my hand
and cried till their last breath ceased to be.
But today friends and foes are no different. Coz like them I m not gonna make it home.
Dad I m not gonna make it home…….

100th smile(song)

I M WALKING THROUGH THE ROAD SIDE,
KICKING SOME CAN AGAIN,
THIS IS THE SAME OLD ENNUI STORY,
YELLING ALL MY ENDEAVOR IN VAIN.


I DEEPLY SIGH AND STAND, TO COLLECT A HANDFUL OF WET SAND,
AND MOVE ALONG WITH MY STORIES AGAIN.
ALL MY ROADS CROSSED, ALL IN CONFUSION ENGROSSED,
TO FIGURE OUT THE WAY, WAY TO FAME.

AINT NO HEIGHT FOR ME NO WHERE,
I CANT, FOR NUTS, GIVE A SIGNIFICANT STARE,
COZ A CLUMSY LOOKING AWKWARD STYLE
AND 100TH DISAPPOINTMENT SMILE
AND STILL I DON’T HAVE ROCK BAND……

GOT ANOTHER INCIDENT TO SHARE WITH YOU,
THERE IS ANOTHER REASON FOR ME FEELING BLUE,
HER DAINTY STYLE AND HER PRETTY SMILE,
BUT LOVE STORY OF MINE IS AINT NO NEW.


I STAND ALONE AND CRY, FOR HER CONSENT BEFORE I DIE,
AND I M STRIVING FOR THE MOMENT OF LIFE SO HARD,
ALL MY ROADS SO LONG, WHICH WONT END WITH THIS SONG,
AND ROCK BAND IS GONNA BE MY LAST CARD.


BUT AINT NO LOVE FOR ME NOWHERE,
AND I CANT, FOR NUTS, TAKE A CHANCE TO DARE,
COZ A CLUMSY LOOKING AWKWARD STYLE,
AND 100TH DISAGREEMENT SMILE,
AND I STILL DON’T HAVE HER HAND.

thoda sa (song)

Kucch nahi bas pyar hai, thoda sa,
Aaj bhi vo ehsaas hai, thoda sa,
Teri tishnagi ka aalam zinda hai is kadar,
Ke aaj bhi vo rukhsaar hai, thoda sa.

Mile the jab tey kar, cchoda tha bar aur ghar,
Rukta bhi kaise jab mili zindagi.,

Vo kaisa aalam tha, vo waqt zalim tha,
Dikhta tha aankho ko aur kucch nahi.

Kucch nahi bas pyar tha, thoda sa,
sirf tere liye vo ehsaas tha, thoda sa,
tere husn ka suroor cchaya tha is kadar,
ke sirf jazbaat-e-deedaar tha, thoda sa.

kucch aur bada drishtikon (hindi)

Is prithvi sunder mitti par,
chubte kaante bhi bikhre hai!
Jeevan ke anokhe chand par,
kale dhabbhe bhi ubhare hai!
Saanso ke chamakte chirag tale,
mrityu ki kaali cchaya hai!
Hai duur talak sab andekha,
sab andhere main samaya hai!
Ab kon kise kaise dekhe,
har roz sambhalti maya hai!
Kho gaya hai lakshya is jeevan ka,
aankho pe namm palko ka saaya hai!

Par dekhu kucch bade drishtikon se,
mann main ek nav vichaar hai!
andere kitne gehre ho
chamakta din hi aaya hai!
Yu cchat jaye gi kalima,
naya suraj bhi ik din dhamke ga!
Is neeras rote jeevan main,
kabhi beej naya bhi phute ga!
Us naye ankur ka sama hai ab,
us lakshya ko bhar bhas dhundhu ga!
Khoye hue us abhisht ko,
shram-rashmi se main seenchu ga!
Jo takraye gir jayega,
vo bas haara bechara hai;
Jo ghir kar uthkar fir sambhle,
vahi kahe ye samay hamara hai!
jo gir kar uthkar fir sambhale,
vahi kahe ye samay hamara hai!!!!

the mile of life

The day I met her was the day enlightened by moon and stars. I was fast asleep, and
just exactly at mid night I figured out a problem. The problem was or rather the problem is I am an idiot. This flower has grown just in front of me and I am scared of thorns. The way is like a rose altar and if I walk through it, the whole heaven will greet me. But still I don’t want to. I don’t want to enjoy the charm, the blessing of god. The girl, I tell you, is an incarnation of mother Mary and if I am slave to a situation or if I am being tossed by fortune bumps and pits, she will run her hand through my hair and treat me like a child. If I am in tears, she will kiss me on my forehead and the life will be normal again. If I am lost in the dark she will find me and hug around me and I will be alive again.
One thing is clear that I like her but do I love her? I don’t know. I would love to spend time with her; I would like to know her completely. I may be in love with her also. But we haven’t met as yet to decide on that and I am not even sure that I will meet her ever. All I know right now is I have a strong feeling for her and if I lose her I will stop eating food for a weak or two. Dark circles will surround my eyes because of the regular crying on the commode in lavatory. I may grow beard also. God, my monthly expenditure is definitely gonna dip, so an oppertunity in adversity.
But no. If it is love, I won’t do anything of that sort. I think I will just smile and accept it. Profit and loss is not important. This ain’t any business. If I, kind of, react in such a way then I have already lost all hopes. And if I don’t I am respecting my belief. Love is not a destiny; its not even sacrifice. Love is just a belief. And the power lies in how many years you keep this belief alive. And the best love is when you die with this belief. Remember Paulo Coelho’s –“the whole world conspires……..” and finally if it has to occur like this to me, this loss, I will simply turn around, walk with hands in pocket and head down, kick a can or stone or something. I will walk a mile thinking over it and then will stop to look up into the sky, then a deep sigh and a smile and finally I will utter the same old line of mine, the guru mantra, “chalta hai yaar”. Try and imagine how this scene will be. This is how all my losses have been. Only occasions have been different but the reaction has always been the same.
I believe in one thing that nothing is right and nothing is wrong in this world, every moment is just great Coz the whole story is about this bloody moment which drives you to react in a certain way. Right and wrong is not this moment but it is our approach at that particular moment. And my approach is belief. Being happy or sad is a different thing. That is why I accept every thing, win or lose. I always acknowledge the power of moment but at the same time I never stop respecting my belief. This strange belief has been the fuel for my life which keeps me moving with time even when I am down on my knees. That is why “chalta hai yaar” is my final reaction and it will always be my final reaction.
If I love her then my love for her is one truth and her choice, yes or no, me or somebody else, is another truth. But out of both, first is more important for me. And the other truth is completely her choice. And if her choice is ‘no’, I may feel shattered, I may shed some tears also but I won’t mind. I will just accept it by saying “chalta hai yaar”. Some times I feel that if not all at least god is happy with my attitude. And why should he not be. I respect every decision of his. I believe in god and for me belief is above all. So if this time also he does not favour me, I won’t mind. I am ready to walk another thoughtful mile. This time The mile of life………