In the range of change

In the ignorance, I was born,

Smiles were cheap and thoughts were vague,

Life was random and so was I.

I held their hand with a motive to move,

They showed me a direction and ordered me to run,

The ignorant took a step and the observant made the push.

As an observant, now I am,

I observe a single game,

From season to days, hours to seconds,

I faced a change and change again.

In the game of changes, I run so fast,

Everything is so changing, how ignored I am?

Lives on the edge of an unknown leaf

Sometimes my mind boils,

filled with ideas to work on,

filled with criteria to comment on.

A thought might be a single dew falling from the sky,

resting on the edge of an unknown leaf,

But you never know,

there might be thousands following it,

liking the idea,

judged on rationale,

filling the surrounding like a fog and mist,

penetrating each corner,

settling on each edge,

wetting every surface.

Refresh, that's what it do,

Until it rots again,

and waits for another dew,

to rest on the edge of an unknown leaf.

युध की राख

युध प्रतिशोध का प्रमाण है और प्रतिशोध युध का |

शोला तो कभी भी सुलग सकता है, बस ये बोलो राख बनने को कौन तैयार है |

युध

युध -

कमजोरों की मजबूरियों का मज़ाक है |

वीरों की ताक़त का इंतहा है |

बुधीमानों के कौशलता का प्रचार है |

और !!!

चूतियों की मूर्खता का अविष्कार है |

At times, Sometimes

Sometimes when I feel it,
And sometimes when it revel it.

Say it imagination or world of exaggeration,
I live my passion with dreams in motion.

Some thoughts open up to smile and bloom,
Few truths are faced to cry and gloom.

They are felt, who never exist,
And those who exist, their feeling persist.

I don't know whether you feel it,
Or it ever reveal it,

At times, sometimes,
I love to have these feelings.

मुस्कान तेरी मेरे दोस्त

ये आदाब क़ुबूल केजिए, एक मुस्कान मुकंबल केजिए,

ये गम के बादल है कमजोर, माह सावन बाद ढल जाएगे एक रोज,

बौछार ये आई, आँसू बन जो,

धूल ना ले जाएँ, ये मुस्कान तेरी मेरे दोस्त |

खुशी

जब हसी थी धरती तब हरी थी घास,
ना छू पाई तब इनको हार.


अब पीली पड़ी सुखी है घास,
एक चिंगारी से जल गया संसार |