Tuesday, 28 November 2017

Khwabon ka pitara

Suna hai office me bahot naam hai tumhara ..
Har kaam me tez, tum ho manager ka pyara ..
promotion aur appreciation ne tumhe bhaagna sikhaya ..
Ghar aur gadi toh barson pehle hi khareed dala ..

Magar shayad is bhaag dour me kahin
bhool gaye ho ek khazana haseen ..
bachpan me jise bade shoukh se tha bhara ..
khazane ka naam - khwabon ka pitara ..

Sare sapne sare khwaab tumhe the bahot pyaare ..
pacchees ki umar me tumhe chhune the sitaare ..
Magar tumne toh waqt excel aur powerpoint me gawaya ..
Bhool gaye na tum, wo puarana khwabon ka pitara?

Ghar me tumhari huqumat khub chalti thi?
Ek ishare me ghora banna .. papa ko bahot bhata tha..
Man pasand khana banwana ma se, tumhe zarur ata tha ..
Toh phir ye gulami tumhe kisne sikhaya?

Uthao apni guitar, likho ek geet haseen ..
Bharo rang canvas pe, karo wo jo de khushi ..
Zindagi me shayad mauka mile na doobara ..
Dhundo apni koi purani jeans ..
wahin milegi chabi jisse khulega ..
Woh Bachpan ka khwabon ka pitara .. 

Tuesday, 17 May 2016

Not much is now left in me

Not much is now left in me ..
The man who moved around in glee ..
The man who played your favorite tunes ..
And promised to take you to the stars and the moon ..
Very little of that remains in me ..
The things I used to do, I used to be ..
The man who admired your beauty sublime ..
That old me has been consumed by time ..
Am left with a mind feeling weary and blue ..
But a heart .. that still beats for you ..

Together

The strong breeze gushed into her ears..
And her own words were lost in the air..
But when she failed to hear herself..
To him the pounding of her heart was clear ..
A stroke of love and a touch of care..
Joy and happiness of his share ..
With a smile .. he gave it all away ..
And a slow smile then worked its way ..
Across her face and into her eyes ..
And clinging to his love, she could rise ..
What before their love was 'the wicked weather'?
And the breeze and the tides gave away ..
Tied to each other they spent years together
as their hairs slowly turned grey ..

Wednesday, 23 March 2016

Jeena sikho

Mana zindagi ne dhokha diya..
Aur ek pyara sapna toot gaya..
Magar jo  chhut gaya, use jane do..
Khudko, jeene ke naye bahane do..
Phirse jine ki koshish karo..
In dono aakhon me naye sapne bharo..
Nakamiyon se darkar, mushkilon se ghabrakar..
kab tak aasoon piyoge yoon sir jhukakar..
Asman me pankh phaila kar to dekho..
Badalon ki bahon me khelna seekho..
Aankhein band.. to sab khatam..
Jab tak khuli hai ye aankhein..
Auur jab tak chalti hai ye saasein..
Jeena seekho.. tum phirse jeena seekho..

Friday, 4 March 2016

It's been so long

It's been so long.. since I wrote a song..
since last summer..when we sat by the river..
watching the streams whole day long..
I played with your curls and stroked your hair..
And I hummed a tune against the breeze so strong..
you filled in words into my empty tunes..
just like you filled the hollowness in me..
defining my life..completing my song..
And in that dusty summer noon I remember..
I played the guitar and we sang along..


It's been so long..since we sang along..
the dusty and rusty guitar refuses to play..
And my eyes too weary have given away..
They've wandered up and down the streams for too long..
Facing the gusty winds all alone
my voice now refuses to stay strong..
empty tunes now rule in my mind..
the song of my heart is forgotten for long..

Sing again the song to me..
Make me how I am meant to be..
I have chased shadows for way too long..
I now fail to judge the fake and the wrong..
but life can no longer elude me..
if you make me how I'm meant to be..
I'll play with your curls and you will grin..
I will restore the lost peace within..
my eyes though tired..refuse to close so soon..
Complete my song again .. give words to my tune..

Wednesday, 23 December 2015

Is it too Late

Is it too late to speak ..
Or is there still a way ..
Do I have a part of you ..
Or I gave it all away ..
The deepest of secrets about you ..
That my heart has in store ..
Are you still eager to hear them ..
Or you don't bother any more ..
I thought you read my mind ..
And the tale behind my untold stories ..
But silently my silence defined ..
The reason behind your pain and worries ..
The night when the moon and the stars shined
bright on your silken pillow ..
The same night the trickles from your eyes ..
Bore witness to your grief and sorrow ..
Are you too far to decide ..
The fate of my untold stories ..
Do I have a place to run away ..
From the countless memories ..

God vs Humans

300 mph
35,000 ft
Flying over countries.
"There are no borders like in the map dad". 
"God designed the world, Humans defined the maps"