EK SAPNA USHE PAANE KA

18.6.11 11.30

ek sapna ushe paane ka in aankhon mein,
who jo sapne mein aaye baar baar,

kyun nhi aaye kabhi mere bahoon mein,

ek lamha pyar ka mere saath gujare woh,
kyun nhi samjhe ki wahi hai mere har rahoon mein,

dil jo dhadke ushke liye bar bar har lamha,
toh fir basati kyun nhi mujhe woh apne katil nigahoon mein,

dil to bachcca hai jo ushe yun hi itna pyar kar baitha,
wahi hai mere jism ko chumti har lahar hawaoon mein,

woh kare ya na kare pyar mujhe koi gum nhi,
par humesha dekhta hun ushe mein apni har duaoon mein....

WHEN I TURNED FROM CHILDHOOD TO EIGHTEEN

7.6.11 12.pm

When i turned from childhood to eighteen,

regretting to be older and next was mocking nineteen,

All through my childhood i had played in my mothers arms,

not attracted by worldly possessions nor any charms,

All i needed was a little space to play with whatever i got,

chewing almost everthing, softly smiling, sometimes crying a lot...

The puzzled faces that i made when i heard new words,

a cute smile spreading across my face when i heard singing bird's,

I wanted to grow up fast and feel what it is to be eighteen,

but never thought growing up to it will bring sadness unseen...

Now when i am eighteen; the world seems so ungleemy and fake,

seems from childhood into an adult, i am straightly awake,

All synonyms of life have the same spelled words,

faces all soft but with same sharp edged swords,

Here friends and foes have the same actual meaning,

as if once clothes used then throw it away for cleaning,

The books that we carry now are more than termed as books,

if failed, have to face parents ever bad looks...

Now when i turned from childhood to eighteen,

bring my days back when i was happy and gay being preteen....

LOST ON A DIVERSION

6.4.2011 12 am

( A feeling of disgust and agony due to exam results made me to write this poem.

Often in life we feel that we are pushed into an unknown place by our parents

and by our known people.This poem is all about the feelings of pain and frustration.)

I found myslf lost on a diversion leading to two narrow lanes,

lost, tired, struggling and left hurted marks on unwanted panes,

half a mind i was on one way and half on other,

lyf is so simple yet the jumbled roads do make us bother...

roads to success and road to failure are the two ways,

but where is the way to freedom; nobody says,

the smooth looking roads leads us to a place unknown,

the destination; a dark endless tunnel just to moan...

beneath the beds of my tear glands,

there lies a sweet unheard dream,

the broken ambition says look at it,

its so so tender and like a soft flowing gleam...

the redish tears that flowed from my hopeful eyes,

in the bond of worldly words i only dead cried,

bleeding, paining n shouting my heart out,

gradually my nerve to heart totally cut out...

someone do try to understand my dreemy needs,

do me a favour and listen to my unheard pleads,

today my limbs are just like couple of unwanted burnt canes,

i found myslf lost on a diversion leading to two narrow lanes....

DIL DENE AAYI HO YA DIL CHURANE AAYI HO

19.5.11

koi fariyaad hai jo aankhon se bhi na kahi jaye,

dil kaise kahe, dil toh khud bhi na jane ki ishko kaise ishq ho jaye,

rah mein chalte dil ki aahat ajib hai,

khawish hazaroon aur manzil ek ho jaye,

kabhi socha bhi na tha ki zindigi ek pal aise badal jayegi,

aur dil toh patthar si thi, aaj who phool ban jayegi,

dil ke samundar mein khoon toh hai hi nhi aaj,

tum jo chahat bankar nasoon mein chaai ho,

bata bhi do ajj, dil dene aayi ho ya dil churane aayi ho…