Pehchan na ban payi...

Aaj phir se dil ke ander kuch tut gaya,

Aaj phir aankhon ka sabr chhoot gaya,

Kuch chahe thi pehchan apni bhi koi,

Apno ki icchhaun mein woh hai khoyi,

Jab humne kuch kiya tha ek dafa arz,

Unhone daba diya usko ki kuch aur hai aapka farz,

Socha tha shayad hum bhi izzat payenge,

Samajh aya ki yeh armaan reh jayenge,

Unhone na samjha humhe bhi koi insaan,

Kash hote hum bas kuch pal ke mehmaan,

Kisi ko na shiqwa hoti aur na he gela,

Bas ander se hamara he dil hai chhila,

Phir bhi kambakhat karta hai himakat,

Sochta hai milegi usko shayad kabhi izzat,

Ho jayega kafoor tera yeh khwaab nadaan,

Arey pehle koi samjhe toh tujhe insaan,

Pehchan shayad teri tab banjayegi,

Jab tere janaze mein yeh duniya aayegi...

Happy Mothers Day

When the world was small, you were tall,

When the sight was nee, you made me see,

When the lights went out, I used to shout,

You made me calm, taking my palm.

Things have changed, and so have times,

Looking for words but they do not rhyme,

Life had gone ahead and moving at a pace,

Less is communication and more of space,

Its hard to believe all that has changed,

When do my thoughts needed to be arranged,

But still the love for you will always stay,

Wishing you a very happy mothers day!!!

Just a broken self...

Everytime I feel the pain,

I come here to pour it out,

For me this is the place to be,

But I forget it in better times,

Not good times because you know,

That I had forgotten when times were good.

Its something within me that is the cause,

Why is that I am left stranded,

No one to talk to,

No one to share the feeling,

Just its I even Me and Myself leave me.

Whatever may be the cause,

I am worse than worst,

The day goes on like a slow end,

I wait for a single true friend.

Sometimes I fear my life a lot,

Whether I am really a big blot,

Whatever may be the reason,

The slow sad song is the tune of heart,

Its difficult to hold it as a part,

I am broken... my heart is falling apart...

It has lost the spark of joy...

All is gone... all is dark...

Same old story... bye old year.. welcome new year 2015 ...

The same way every year goes by,

Not a single 'hello' or 'hi',

I don't think how it was for me,

Coz in my life tension is free,

You don't live by chance or choice,

Its just commotion and noise,

You start to make life's music,

The tune comes out to be too rustic,

I don't really know whether I have a heart,

All I can see are thousand broken parts,

What new is a new date going to bring,

All the while that I do think,

Even tomorrow is a new day and date,

But tomorrow never comes thats called Fate,

Still I try to live up with everyone's hope,

Cling to hope with a very weak rope,

Welcome the year with a sweet positive smile,

May happiness abound you in awesome style...

Welcome 2015.... 

The first post of 2013 for me... to early or too late...

I saw the year going by,

It stopped by me to say "Hello" "Hi",

The youth of his had withered away,

Don't remember was it April or May.

A time well spent was everyone's dream,

But time is like a melting ice cream,

The more we plan for it to be well,

It does more shrink than swell.

Its just a matter of perception,

The feeling is there since inception,

People call me complacent,

Does "Me" really need a replacement.

The year still whispers in my ears,

You have waited for many years,

Let the one in you laugh and rejoice,

Serendipity is sometimes by choice.

Lets take a walk to a new realm,

Ushering where happiness is at helm,

Chose wisely for it affects your tomorrow,

Happiness is always incomplete without sorrow.

I think over it again and again,

Do I want to be happy or remain same,

As the new year is waving goodbye,

I am ready to welcome a newer one with a smile and big "Hi"...

अलविदा

क्यों हर बार हर तरफ अँधेरा छा जाता है 

क्यों मुझको आज फिर उसी बात पे रोना आता है

कुछ तो आज भी दिल में टूटता है

कुछ तो ज़ख्म आज भी हरे जातें हैं

अपने अंदर ऐसा सैलाब क्यों आया है

उस दर्द को सहेज कर मैंने क्या पाया है

वोह दर्द है मेरा या कोई दिल का हिस्सा

या बस उन हसींन दिनों का एक किस्सा

आज भी तेरी बातें मुझको सताती हैं 

आज भी तेरी हंसी मेरे होंठों पे मुस्कराहट लाती है

फिर क्या हो गया है ऐसा

क्यों नहीं है रिश्ता हम दोनों में पहेले जैसा

आज भी तेरी आवाज़ का दर्द मुझे दिखाई देता है

आज भी वोह दर्द मुझे दर्द देता है

लम्हों की जिंदगानी में क्या हम हो गए इतने जुदा

की अनकहे लफ़्ज़ों में कहाँ हमने एक दुसरे को

" अलविदा "

Too alone too lost...

Kahan jaa raha hun aaj yeh kisko hai pata,
Jaane humse ho gayi kaunsi yeh khata,
Kya socha tha aur kya hai asal mein zindagi meri,
Kaisi bataun woh baatein jo shayad kabhi na thi meri.
Ban kar aaj khud se main anjaan,
Bhatak raha dar badar yun har subah aur sham,
Kisi mehfil ki hua karte the hum kabhi shaan,
Aaj kahin nahi hai mera koi naamo nishan.
Ugte sooraj ko karta hai har parinda bhi salaam,
Socha tha karunga main bhi roshan apna naam,
Kisne socha tha aayega bhi ek din aisa mukaam,
Na rahi ab koi hasti na koi naam bas ek chehra jo hai gumnaam.
Aye khuda tune bhi accha yeh manzar dikhaya,
Har hansti soorat ne mujhe hai aaj rulaya,
Kyon meri kismat par tune grahan lagaya,
Hun toh tera he ansh, mujhe dukh deke tune kya paya.
Har aanson ke katre mein baha hai dard mera,
Har shaam ke baad mila na koi savera,
Jo sochi thi mere mann ne ek unchi udaan,
Maula mere ab lele meri jaan...

कॉलेज के वोह सुहाने पल...

क्या सोचा था मैंने, क्या मैंने है पाया,

जाऊं मैं कैसे छोड़ के तेरा साया,

वोह दिन मस्ती के दोस्तों के संग,

दिल में लाखों थे अरमान और उमंग,

हर ख्वाइश देखि तेरे आँचल तले,

जाने मेरे मन में हज़ारों ख्वाब पले,

तुझसे हर किसी को मिली ज़िन्दगी में नयी डगर,

किसी को मिले दोस्त तो किसी को हमसफ़र,

सोचा नहीं था तुझसे बिछडने का होगा इतना गम,

फिर क्यों हो गयी है आज मेरी आँखें नम,

छुट रहा है यह जहाँ प्यारा,

धुंधला हो रहा है आसमां सारा,

नयी डगर पे हम सबको अब है चलना,

फिर एक नए मोड़ पे तुझसे है मिलना,

अब अलविदा कहने का वक़्त है आया,

मेरे नाम में रहेगा हर दम तेरा साया,

भूलूंगा नहीं फिर लौट के आऊंगा,

सबके संग फिर वही वक़्त बिताऊंगा,

नम आँखों से कहता हूँ सबको मैं अलविदा,

फिर मिलेंगे हम यह वादा रहा...

Mohabbat ka Bazaar...

Aaj phir dil se ek nikli hai ek pukar,
Aaj phir pahunch gaya hun main bazaar,
Jahan har modh pe bikta hai jhoota pyar,
Jahan banti hai bas sacche pyar ki mazaar.

Har lafz kehta hai ek nayi dastan,
Oh! humsafar tujhme hai mera saara jahan,
Tere liye aaye hain hum yahan,
In farebiyon se bachke ab jaun kahan.

Kaun hai mera jo ab samjhe ja mujhe,
Kisko bataun ab zakhm is dil ke,
Samajha tha maine khuda tujhe,
tune he kar diye dil ke hazaar tukde.

Nahi hai chahat ab chahat pane ki,
Kimat lagti hai yahan mohabbat lagane ki,
Imaan ko bech kar daun hai paisa kamane ki,
Yahi sacchai hai iss naye zamane ki...

The Solitary Reaper - By William Wordsworth

This is one of those poems that comes back again and again to me. Although I had this when I was in primary school, but till date its crystal clear in my memory. I was thinking of penning down something but this poem came back again to me, thus I thought I would post the same here.
I love this because its filled with a certain kind of emotion that you can only feel but cannot tell someone. It comes out from deep within the heart and if you can connects directly to your heart. One of my favourite:

" The Solitary Reaper - by William Wordsworth"

"Behold her, single in the field,
Yon solitary Highland Lass!
Reaping and singing by herself;
Stop here, or gently pass!
Alone she cuts and binds the grain,
And sings a melancholy strain;
O listen! for the Vale profound
Is overflowing with the sound.

No Nightingale did ever chaunt
More welcome notes to weary bands
Of travellers in some shady haunt,
Among Arabian sands:
A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard
In spring-time from the Cuckoo-bird,
Breaking the silence of the seas
Among the farthest Hebrides.

Will no one tell me what she sings?--
Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow
For old, unhappy, far-off things,
And battles long ago:
Or is it some more humble lay,
Familiar matter of to-day?
Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain,
That has been, and may be again?

Whate'er the theme, the Maiden sang
As if her song could have no ending;
I saw her singing at her work,
And o'er the sickle bending;--
I listened, motionless and still;
And, as I mounted up the hill,
The music in my heart I bore,
Long after it was heard no more"