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Wednesday, February 23, 2011

on their being anarchs

this time i won't say "bhola bhola,dekho anarchy"
sounds strange but true,
where did the guys put their morals through,
life becomes insanitary with your powers abuse,
the youth of nation now live by their own rules,
illegal is everything,and legal is something screwed,
the violence  seems to wreck the homes,
naked dance of violence,there is no moment of silence,
the definition of peace is now renewed ,
the civil wars of race,is that what, have become of our youth,
nation of bandits is better than nation of bandhs,
kill the bandits within you o youths,
u will find a better place to dwell,
else,
there's no better definition for hell,

Monday, February 14, 2011

rhyme of a single.

sorrow was never in my mind,
but all that was happy had declined,
i had no other place to go,
then to the wilderness of my thoughts,
manipulated with weeds,
possesed with anger,
the emptiness stirred upon it,
i feared how long the journey would last on single pair,
when my heart wanted to share the burdens i bear,

.......... with another pair,..............

Thursday, February 10, 2011

आखिरी सिग्रेट


एक वीरान सड़क किनारे,
गली की आखिरी गुमटी से एक दुकान पहले,
आज फिर नौजवानों का सैलाब चला है,
"ऐ भाई एक चिन्ना और दो किंग्स देना"
आम सा वार्तालाप है ये हर शाम पांच बजे,
लेकिन आज फिर एक नया वर्तमान खड़ा है,
उसी वीरान सड़क पर एक नौजवान रोता है,
छल्ले के हर धुंए पे वो कहता है ,
क्या करूँ यार?
कब बुझेगी ये आखिरी सिग्रेट,
बढ़ गया लो अब चिन्ना का रेट,
क्या अब बुझेगी ये मेरी आखिरी सिग्रेट
फिर वही शाम लाती है यादें सुबह की,
और वो याद बन जाती है उसकी आख्रिरी सिग्रेट,
और ये सिग्रेट,तो जैसे,
हो ज्योति अमर जवान की,
जो बुझी नही है सालों  से,
जैसे मन की तपस,जवानी की आग हो,
जो बुझ नही सकती बुजुर्गों के  नेक ख्यालों से,

हौले हौले से बुझ रही है सांसे,
हर साँस की उस छोर पे खड़ी है,
एक आखिरी सिग्रेट,
अमर है इसकी प्यास,
जुडी है इससे हजारों काश!,
जज्बे की आग से भी,बुझाये नही बुझती,
ये आखिरी सिग्रेट.
जाने कब,कैसे बुझेगी,
ये मेरी जिंदगी की आखिरी सिग्रेट.

Monday, February 7, 2011

echo the beauty


pearl in the sky faded,
clouds of the rain frustrated 
mirrors of river felt shy,
birds of the love paused their flight,
and the nasty cricket couldn't cry,
the mighty river eden ceased to flow,

to welcome the arrival ,
and to check their survival,
before the  beauty surreal,

every youth under the sun,
could merely stand stunned,
their eyes neither blinked,nor believed
coz they had seen the beauty unseen,

the wise men and pharaoh,
the philosophers and prophets ,
questioned her beauty before Jehovah,

is she a spring of life ?
or the glimpse of full moon light?
is she fountains of riddle?
arising from a fabulous cradle,
or is she the enigma unexplained?
which made us insane,
or is she tornado in the sky,
ebbing tides so high,
or is she that glimpse of heaven,
more beautifuler than sleep of seven,

witnesses defined the beauty on and on,
they kept composing endless rhythmic songs,
still the answers were never found,
to the beauty they were bound,
hark! for the sky broke its silence,
trembled the earth,the voice of heaven,

it said.......
strange is the one who ever defined her,
she is one, and will be never,
the enigma of her beauty will go on forever,
this world would pass you by some day
but her beauty will remain forever,
it follows jinx of unbroken line,
and share the beauty of blue moon shine...


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