Bhool mat ae dost

Bhool mat ae dost
Ki sabse pehle tu ek insan hai
Maani tere ishwar ki mahanta maine
Manta hoon ki tera mulk pak hai
Par usse pehle tera mulk, tera majhab insaaniyat hai

Gar tera majhab yahi sikhata hai
Ki maar daal use jo tera gair majhabi hai
To sun ek baar us maa ki guhaar
Jiske god mein padi uske bete ki laash hai

Gar tera dharm yahi kehta hai
Ki baha de lahu uska jo tere dharm ki puja na karta hai
To sun ek baar us bachche ki cheekhon ko
Jo apne baap k deh k chithde dhundta hai

Kyun ladta hai tu Ram aur Rahim k naam pe
Jab naaz hai tujhe Sachin aur Kalaam pe
Kya milega tujhe us begunah ko karke barbaad
Jiski jindagi karti hai
Chaar aur jindigiyaan abaad?

Tu nadaan hai
Ilm nahi tujhe khud apne apne wajood ka
Kya haq hai tujhe
Kisi dusre k jeene ka haq chhenne ka??

Mirage

mirage

In this desert town
A mirage looms
A mirage of happiness
Of blessings and boons

Failures and hardships
Are parts of being
The sight of green pastures
Demand suffering

Thou shalt not be disheartened
For thou art not at par
Remember, a mirage is nothing,
But an illusion of something far

…..

Like a tramp of a tire
I walk round this gyre
I keep coming back
and still I feel I lack
I feel like I want something
But what I’ve done,
Makes me feel m losing
My legs are tied to lead
And feel heavy
My brain has drained out
It makes me feel shaky
My past keeps haunting
Some words keep buzzing
22 years are whirling
But I ain’t back turning
I know how to fight, I know how to struggle
I ain’t any coward, nor a duck to wobble
I’m an eagle and love to sore high
With my eyes on my prey and pride in my eye……

My Desires.

I desire no more
Than your sparkling smile
To dive into
Your watery eyes.

To hold your hand
And walk through life

To grow old
By your side
To hold your hand
Through time and tide
To stand against
The rising tide.

I’d rather perish myself
Than let your eyes
Hold a tear

We may never
Actually be together
I’d still, forever,
Love you, my dear.

Chandrashekhar Azaad ko Unke punyatithi pe Shraddhanjali

Aaj azadi hamari hai, par kya hum azad hain?
hamare vichaar toh aaj bhi kisi pardeshi k ghulam hain.
Azad toh woh the jinke rag rag mein azadi ka junoon tha,
lahu k har boond mein kuchh kar guzarne ka josh tha.

Ek deewangi thi mulk pe sab lutane ki
Ek nainsaafi ko mitaane ki
Maa ki azaadi k liye ar hamein sar katan pade
Aa jao kaafiron, seena taane hamare veer hain khade

Bharat Maa k veer putra Chandrashekhar Azad ko aaj, unke punyatithi pe ahroopurn Shraddhanjali.

Jai Hind!!!

Ek Maa ki Khud kalami…

Bhejein hain maine kuchh labz tujhe
In Fizaon ki siskiyon k saath
Pee leyein hain maine dard apne
In baarishon ki boondon k saath

Chaukhat pe baithi teri raah taakti hoon
Meri Maa ki sewa kar rha hai tu
Is baat se main waaqif hoon

120 crore logon ki raat ki neend k liye
Tuney apni jaan bandook ki nok pe sanjoyi hai
Par kya unmein se 20 crore ko bhi is is ka ilm hai,
ki unki chain ki neend k liye,
Aaj ek hazar sipahiyon ne apni jaan gavayi hai?

Is desh mein phatta ghumanein pe caroron k inaam miltein hain
Aur 120 crore jaanon k liye khud ko nyochhavar karne pe
Bhrashtachar k aarop lagtein hain.

Abhi manavadhikaar valey mujhse puchhtein hain,
“Aapka beta sarhad pe maasoomon ko jaan le rha hai
Aur aap yahaan kehti hain ki aapko garv hai?”

Maine kaha, “aap kis bete ki baat karti hain?
Ek nahi, lakhon bete hain mere
Aaj jo aap yahaan mujhse yeh sawaal puchh rahi hain
Aaj jo aap yahaan zinda khadi hain,
Is azaadi ki keemat mere beton ne apni jaan se chukayi hai.”

abheekgupta:

Nilanjana Roy superbly displays how we are, at every moment, surrounded by things and people as beautiful as a poetry, but we fail to recognize them for their marvelous subtlety.

Originally posted on nilanjana roy:

Photograph copyright K Hari Krishnan (Wikipedia)

Photograph copyright K Hari Krishnan (Wikipedia)

(Disclaimer: I am not a poet and don’t write poems. This was an accident from 2006; Peter Griffin reminded me yesterday of its existence. It does not scan, and it has ellipses, but it was written when Pete sent several of us James Tate’s Dream On. Keeping it here as a reminder that even bad verse can sometimes make me smile.)

And some people
Write poems every day of their lives
But not on the page, not on the screen…

In the kitchen for friends
Who dropped by just like that
They slice green limes open
And squeeze the heart of summer
Into tall glasses (add sugar, and mint,
Crushed lightly
For the scent, and stir)
In those cool heavy glasses, inherited from
Their mothers or bought at a crafts sale
From the man with the mole on his face,
they carry out…

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Dasht-e-tanhaayi mein
Nahi dikh rahe saahil pe
Mohabbat k saraab
Nahi khil rahe qurbat mein
Koi gulab

Kyun bik rahi hai insaniyat
Maati k bhaav?
Kyun hai har rooh mein, har jism pe
Itne ghaav

Dekh raeth pe rengte jinda laash
Jashn banata hai haivaan
Aur kahin jindagi k mayne dhundhta hua
Apne aap se lad raha hai insaan

Dafn hai kahin
Khas-o-khaak tale
Pyar ki ek aanch
Pad rahi hai sunai
Sufiyani koi awaaz

-Abheek

Paa k Khoya

Jindagi ne har kadam pe dhoke kiyein hain,
Wafadar toh haar hai meri,
Chahe koi bhi raasta chuna ho maine,
har pal saath rahi, yeh haar meri.

Ab toh mohabbat ho gayi hai mujhe haar se,
ek jazba hai sab lutane ka
Jis raah mein na ho humraahi koi,
matlab hi kya aisi manzil ko paane ka?

Khushi toh woh hoti hai,
jo kisi ki muskaan ki wajah bane,
Kamyaabi toh tab hai,
jab hum kisi aur ki jindagi roshan karein

us paane ko bhi kya paana kahein,
gar paa k akele honge
do pal ki liye jaroor muskayenge
phir har pal, ek humrahi ko tarsenge

aise paane se toh khona sahi,
paa k bhi roya,
kho k bhi roya.