Some of my recent hindi writing...

रूह की गहराई मे तुम झांक कर मे देखो, किसी कोने मे क्या दर्द दबा रखा है, लफ्जों मे क्या बयां करे जालिम, हमने तो हर ज़ख्म हरा रखा है...
वो पूछते है नाम मुझसे मेरे इश्क का और पूछते है हमसे इजहारे इश्क भी हाल क्या बताये अपने दर्देदिल का दो ओस की वो बूंदे बेहाल कर गयी चांदनी रात मे चुपके से आकर हमसे हमारा दिल लूट ले गयी कर दिया बदनाम हमको हमने लूटा है वो हमसे हमारी नींद चैन ले गयी कुछ न बचा वो बस एक नाम रह गया और मश्क़ मे ओस की वो दो बूँदें रह गयी और मश्क़ मे ओस की वो दो बूँदें रह गयी...

Salty Water...

water comes down
still from the eye
thinking or wandering
of all that "high"


the love the pain
it still remains
walking slowly
down that lane

looking at the moon
which bright the sky
oh lord i wonder
when shall I

the darkness in heart
breath thats still apart
in the cage that lights
it holds the life

its full moon's night
which makes me remind
the girl i loved
and when it rhymed

its all not end
but i still rewind
to play it again
with script all mine

the happy notes
camera and light
singing and cheering
chorus and chimes...

Image Courtesy: Corbis

A Tribute~~~

A small tribute to a tall man.... Gandhi (its his anniversary today)!!!

Hindi

English

कैसा वो समय था इंसान मर रहा था खून की थी बारिश हर कतरा डर रहा था खड़ा रहा अटल वो लेकर के एक लाठी डिगा न सकी उसको तो फिर गोलियों की आंधी सच्चाई और अहिंसा यही था उसका नारा एक धोती मे जिसने हम सबका जीवन सँवारा गाँधी था या महात्मा ये उसको ना पता था दिल मे तो उसके खाली देशभक्ति ही भरा था सोचा था उसने भारत एक देश ऐसा होगा इंसान ही रहेंगे ना भेद कोई होगा हिंदू हो या हो मुस्लिम वो प्यार ही करेंगे ईद के आने पर भी दीए भी जलेंगे क्या ऐसा था वो भारत जो उसने भी बुना था प्राणों की देके आहुति हर ईंट को चुना था गोली ना मर सकी जिसको... ना मार सके हिंदू मुस्लिम हर वक्त मर रहा है वो आपने ही आदर्शो के साथ रोता होगा वो भी आज देख कर ये नंगा नाच आदर्शो का तिरस्कार और इंसानियत का बलात्कार दो माला फिर चढ़ जायेगी समाधी भी पुत जायेगी गाँधी के नाम पर फिर एक भाषण भी दे दिया जाएगा मगर क्या याद रखोगे तुम उसके आदर्शो की धुन सच्चाई और अहिंसा ये है गाँधीगिरी के गुन ये है गाँधीगिरी के गुन....

how was the time humans were dying blood was raining every bit was scared he stand still then with his Stick he wasnt scared the with the storm of bullets Truth and Ahimsa those were his principles in one piece of cloth he changed the life of us all Gandi or Mahatma he didnt know it in his heart only patriotism was there he think of India will be a country where people will live without any differences hindu or muslim they will only love on the Eid too there will be Diyas(lighting) was this this India he wove with others sacrificing his life he put every piece together bullet couldnt kill him nor did the riots but he is dying every moment with his principles he must be crying looking at this ruined state principles being demolished and rape of humanity flowers will again be showered memorial will again be painted on the name of Gandhi one more speech will be given But are you going to remember the motto of his principals Truth and Ahimsa(non-voilence) are the features of Gadhigiri are the features of Gadhigiri...

And Happy Eid to everyone... time to celebrate!!! :)
Have fun... Cheers!!!!

एक टूटी हुई खूबसूरत तस्वीर हूँ

This poem is written by a very dear friend of mine, and I took the permission from her to post it here on my blog simply because I loved it!!!


कहते हैं की खुदा ने मुझे बड़ी फुर्सत में बनाया है,

मेरे हर अंग को उसने अपने हाथों से तराशा है।

दुनिया मेरी खूबसूरती की उपमाएं देती है,

मेरे हुस्न पर ताकतें लड़ उठती हैं।

पर मुझे मेरे अपनों ने लूट लिया है,

मुझे छलनी कर तन्हा छोड़ दिया है।

मेरे आँसू, मेरे दर्द को कोई समझता नही है,

मेरी गमगीन हालत पर कोई तरस नहीं खाता

हर रोज़ मेरी नुमाइश होती है,

पर कोई खरीददार नहीं आता।

प्यार का वादा सब करते हैं लेकिन,

उसे निभा कोई नहीं पता।

मैं दुसरो के लिए ख्वाइश हूँ, जन्नत हूँ,

अपनों के लिए गर्त हूँ।

सालों से लड़ रहीं हूँ अपनी खुशी के लिए,

पर अब टूट चुकी हूँ।

इंतज़ार है ऐसे रकीब का, जो अपना बना ले, गले से लगा ले।

मैं इंतजार में हूँ...

मैं एक टूटी हुई खूबसूरत तस्वीर हूँ,

मैं काशमीर हूँ।

She writes here --> Happy Soul

Note: - Havent taken her permission yet for the hindi translation, as she approves it will be up!!! :)

No Title!!!

A Small poem written by me recently...

ये जो एहसास है
वो बहुत खास है
दिल की हर धड़कन पर
अब तुम्हारा नाम है
आंखो में तुम
लबो पर तुम
ख्वाबो में तुम
साँसों में तुम
फिर भी नही जानते है हम
क्या यही प्यार है!!!

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English Translation

This feeling
is something special
on every heart beat
theres ur name
u r in sight
u r in talks
u r in dreams
u r in breath
but i dont know really
Whether this is Love!!!
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This is an old one written by me some time back...

इंसानियत ही है मजहब और है ईमान भी
इंसान भी है तू और है मुस्लमान भी
खु का रंग नही बदलता है मज्हबे पाक से
न ही बदलती है शिक्षा पंडित या इस्लाम से
कुराने पाक हो या गीता सिखाती है सब यही
इंसानियत बड़ी है मजहब और हर इंसान से
मुक्कमल होने की तो बस तासीर होनी चाहिए
इंसान बन गया तो फिर और क्या चाहिए

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English Translation

Humanity is religion and practice
Human you are so are you Muslim
The color of blood doesnt change with religion
neither the education with Pandit or Islam
Quaran or Geeta they preach this
Humanity is greater every religion and individual
U just need the flavor to be complete
If you become a human then wat else u need!!!

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None of these 2 poems here has anything to do with any person living or dead currently...
I dont know how much sense these 2 here will make to you, but then they make a lot of sense to me! :)

Also, Making a lot of mistakes these days while commenting, so forgive me if I dont comment on your blogs for sometime!
I think I am out of my mind these days!!! lolzzz


Have fun.. Cheers!!!

Day of My Death

When i got up in the morning,
There was no sunrise...
There was no Sun,
There was no sunshine...
Dark Clouds, Sorrounding the earth,
Lightning & Thunderstorms shouting a lot...
I felt like dreaming,
So closed my eyes...
Pinched myself,
twice n thrice...
but this is 2030,
the day of my death...
when i met God,
then i realised...

A New Day...Updated

No suprises... happy days are back again

I have decided on a new camera, Canon EOS 400D costing me a moolah, but i have taken suggestions from a friend and he said its a very good one. This one is a SLR (Single reflex lens), and i can also use extra lenses to enhance the capacity... :D

I talked to my jaan, my bro, my cousin, he was happy though he initially said that he wants me to be there in his birthday party, but later we settled with his long list of demands (read Farmaish :P). Still I am very very happy that he is on talking terms with me. :D
Love You Cutie boy!!! :D

The fight with the friend is over, though I had to pay a huge price for it, but cleared differences(if we may call it).

In the morning i saw a comment out of a cold war. It made me more happy at 7am in the morning because it wasnt expected ever. :D

I forgot to mention one thing, went to FC Road in the evening, from office, had no work today, with friends, to eat Jalebi and Rabri (both are delicacies in sweets) at Manmeet restaurant. It was yummy.

I am Happy!!! :D

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This is one I scribbled long time back but didnt put it up... but here it goes, though it doesnt suits my happy mood... still i m happy to post it :D

आंधियां कितनी भी चले
फूल फिर भी महकेंगे
तेरे आने की आहट से
मगर अब हम न चौकेंगे

गूंजती है आँगन मैं
तेरी किलकारियाँ अब भी
वो हँसी के कहकशे तेरे
कभी भी हम न भूलेंगे

वो जरा धीरे से
बालो को झटकाना तेरा
तेरी आंखों का महकाना हमे
कभी भी हम न भूलेंगे

करते हैं याद तुझे हम
अपनी धडकनों से ज्यादा
मगर जीने के लिए
साँस लेना हम न भूलेंगे

Cheers!!!

Hope!!!

Am I in midst of some hope
thinking someone will help me
a star falling from the sky
giving me everything i wish for!

Am i too confused
thinking wat to do with life
shd i sleep or shld i eat
or i shld say bbye

Am i making friends
or losin them too often
thinkin all this time
that this is all so human

Am i making mistakes
but not knowing them
or is it the feeling of
all the loneliness

i think i need someone
someone looking at me
i think i need someone
someone talking to me

But in this virtual world
ppl are selfish
doin wat they want to
forgettin the rest

i think m obsessed
with ppl arnd me
i think m distressed
with the way they react

i think i have given
too much to ppl i dont know
or may be it was hope
that they r all so human

Dont know wat to do
to live or to die
to go to Himalyas
or some Pub HiFi

but i know i will survive
all of this somehow
i m hoping m gonna win all
all of them one day

I think m gonna live
all for me myself
forgetting wat others
doing with d rest

I challenged myself to write a poem based on hope, cudnt think of better :D
As they say, Chill Madi!!! :P

And my best friend and my sis tells me, its her who is inspiring me to write, she says, every end has a new beginning :P
"That relation ended giving u're personality a new dimension!!!"
She is true though, may be its all coz of u, my lost world :P

Happily Friends!!!

Well, this poem is a dedication for a friend of mine, whom was uncertain about few things, over some issues, but guess, everything has been sorted out now, all for friendship, Thank you friend, thanks a lot...

When the sun shines
and the birds start flying
i look at the trees
and think of you

When i travel
in the daytime
I look at people
and think of you

When the moon lights
and the starts twinkle
I listen to the silence
and think of you

All the time
the best i do
my dear friend is
i think of you

think of you
and your words
filled with silence
and versicles

i think of you
and feel happy
to have you
as my friend...

Wish U luck
all this life
and may we rock
as true FRIENDS!!!!

Cheers!!!

Into the Wild

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more...

-Lord Byron

Inspired from the movie "Into the Wild"

Ek Masoom ki Biography

Beethe the kuch ladke
Mandir ki sarhad par
Barrish ki boonde tapki
Par naam laga kisi par...

laga ki unko mano
ki thuka ho kisi ne
jaa rahe the Muslim ladke
naam aya phir unhi par...

Pakde gaye jo who
To pucha gaya ki “Kyon?”
Sawaloon ke kathghare main
Peeta gaya unhe phir...

Tha ek neta regional
Who tha pura communal
Usko laga ki hai yeh
Vote batorne ka waqt...

bulaye usne supporter
bhashan diya unhe phir
kyon dekh rahe ko tum
mandir ko khada rehte...

logo ka kya tha
teyyar the woh to
jaise hi suna jo bhasan
gira diya mandir ko...

mandir ka girna th ki
mano aag lagi jungle main
feli sab taraf khabar yeh
aur much gaya bawandar...

Raat ke andhre main
Ek Ladk Nikla Ghar Se
Apni beemar maan ki,
Dawa lene ke liye...

Ladke ki this kismet kharab
Maa ko hona tha tabhi beemar
Par usse bhi kya pata tha
Ki maut to hai bahar...

Ladka chala ja raha tha
Bas apni hi dhun main
samne aa gaya ki
kuch “Dharmo” ka samundar...

Poochne lage ladke se
Ki tera naam kya hai
Ladka ne bola naam
To sab reh gaye herran...

Ram Mohammad naam th auska
Aur jaat hinndustani
poocha gaya ki sach bola
jeene nahi denge nahi to aaj...

Garib ko lag gaya ki
Marna hai use aaj
To kyon na jaane se pehle
Sikha do insaniayat ka path...

Bola who ki tum log
Ho kis jat ke???
Agar ho hindu to main Ram
Agar ho muslim to mohammad...

tum mujhe kymaroge
maroge to us ko
mar kar bhi jo to
rahega insaan hi...

khuda ho ya bhagwan
banata hai dono insaan
warq to karta hai woh
jo insane ban beetha hai shaitan...

Itna sunna tha ki
“Dharmo” ko gussa aya
aur maro maro saale ko
unme se ek chillaya...

kisi ne haath
kissi ne paav
to kisi ne
Chaku bhi chalaya...

mara gaya woh ladka
lekin nahi akela
badel main le gaya who
un sub ki insaniyat...

Tabhi hua ghanghor andhera
Aur badal chaye
Aisa laga ki mano
Khud USKO bhi ansoo aye...