The Lights went off and....

Ye ghar me andhera chaya..
garmi ke saath becheni laya...
ye dekh ke ek vichar bahar aaya...

Andhera toh he sabke jeevan me..
Becheni he yaha har kisike maan me..
Jo behti he dharti ,pawan aur gagan me...

Aao bhaga de iss bin bulaye mehman ko...
Likhte he apni himmat se wo pegam ko...

Jala deta he wo roshni bhagne uss haiwan ko...
Feela dete he apni baahane chune iss aasman ko.....

A Child

Few days back walking along the road i came across a little child couldn't resist myself from writing about it


Chal raha tha main par jam gayi thi ye ankhe...
Dekha maine uss masoom ko...aur behne lagi ye nighahe...
Maan kiya byan karu apne ankho ke jasbaat....
Par chehra uske karne laga mujse kuch baat....
Soo rahi thi ye duniya par nind ka pata usse na tha....
Footpath par rehne ki wajah se usse ghar ka pata na tha...
School bus ko roz dekhta par school ka matlab usse pata na tha...
Maa baap paye the usne par pyar ka pata usse na tha....
Khelne khudne ki umar main uss khilone ka pata na tha...
Halat ke iss daldal me faskar bhi uss ee zindgi ka pata na tha...
Uski masoomyat dekhar ye dil roo pada par uss bache ko apne halat pata na tha....
Jee kiya uss wo har chiz dilao jiska matlab uss ee pata na tha...
Par karmo aage kiski chalti he kahi sukh toh kahi shanti ka thikana na tha...

Truth isn't it?

Chanchal sa he ye maan...
Neela neela sa ye gagan...
Aur alag alag rango se bhara sabka ye jeevan....

Yahan daudte daudte fursat nikalni padti he...
Kabhi pedal chalke toh kabhi gadi chalani padti he..
Jahan sapno ki taraf badhne ko..kuch yaadien bhulani padti he...
Chote hokar bhi kabhi kuch zimedari nibhani padti he....
Yahan bina pyar ki roti bhi muskurakar khani padti he...
Pani na mile toh ansu se bhi pyas bujani padti he...
Ye safar ko itna chote bhi mat samjo....
Yahan dhire dhire dooriyan mitani padti he...
Kabhi khushiyan toh kabhi gham par sabko apne jeevan ki gadi khud hi chalni padti he...

Some sleepy lines

Bhag daud se thakna aam he..
Par sabke ke pass aana uska kam he..
Wo dhire se shelati he...
Ankhe mund jati he..
Wo dooriyon mita kar kahi door le jati he...
Chalte chalte hume wo aasman ki sher karati he...
Na dekhi huvi jagah wo kai baar dekhati he...
Inn mazedaar baato ke saath wo dhyan humse karvati he...
Wo bacha ho ya bada masoomyat sab me jagati he...
Iss pukaro ya nahi wo fir bhi chali aati he...
Ye "wo" aur koi nahi par nindiya he jo sab ko hi aati he...

Just a thought

I want to walk
I want to run
I want to be there high and make some fun....

I want the chance...
I want to give a charming glance...

I want to breathe...
I want to see...
I want set that little one free...

I want to climb...
I want to feel...
I want all that pain soon to heal....

I want everything..
I want nothing...
I want to end this feeling of something.....

I want to rise..
I want to rule ....
I want to shut the mouth of the fool...

I want to see..
I want to love...
All i want is this world to observe...

Few observations

Nikal padi he gadi..manzil ka bulawa aaya he...
Mere chote se iss safar me..wo har jagah nazar aata he...

Alag alag dekhti he inhe duniya par mujhe wo ek sa nazar aata he...
Lakho ki iss abadi me..wahi thokar khata he....

Jata hu kahi bhi..wo kadam se kadam milata he...
Jagah jagah wo apne alag roop dikhta he...

Muskilo ko bana ke apna hum safar...wo har dum muskurata he....
Apni jarurato ki pyas ko...mehnat se bujata he....

Wahi banata he wahi chalta he....
Ye "wo" aur koi nahi par wahi he jo
AAM AADMI khelata he....

An attempt to frame a life story

It all started with a dream...
When the world heared his first scream..
He didnt knew how to talk..
Neither does he knew to walk...

He took his very first steps...
Surroundings started to make claps..
Thats when he uttered a word..
And loves watching animal and birds...

Cars and games were his toys...
When the baby turned to boy..
From standard one he had the fun...
Slowly and steadily his age made a run...

Four year of golden rhyme...
Which made his memorable college time...
But then beginned the real race...
Mighty world he had to face...

He walked he ran...
He believed in himself that he surely can...
The boy turned to a man...
Experiences is all he claim..

Neither too early nor too late...
At the right time he got his soul mate....
Seeds of love in their farm...
Blessed them with their lucky charm..

Few more moments were meant to be add...
When the charm call him dad...
He walked he climbed...
Their he was on the cloud no nine..

He got the days of gold...
Which made him smile growing old...
He sat and thought of his very first scream..
making him wonder his life was a dream...