Tuesday, October 2, 2012


(Published in the "Patrika - Jabalpur Edition" Newspaper on 07/06/2012)

दो आँखों में लेके सपने हज़ार लौटा
 पथ्झादों  को  पीछे छोड के बहार लौटा
बदल गया है किस कदर ये समां देखो
आज एक फौजी लेके खुशियाँ घर बार लौटा

अंधेरों को मिटाकर जला दिया उम्मीदों का चिराग
सर्दी हो या सावन भुजने नहीं दिया बदले की आग
दुश्मनों ने उसको कुछ इस कदर लूटा
की तारे टूट गए मगर हिम्मत नहीं टूटा
इतिहास के पन्नों में ने नयी दास्ताँ  लीखकर लौटा
आज एक फौजी लेके खुशियाँ घर बार लौटा

अपनों से  तोडके जाता है वो हर रिश्ता रिश्ता
 मिलता है बिछड़े हुए लोगों को बनके फ़रिश्ता
खुद से  पहले देश को सजाता है
आजादी की अनुराग में हसरतों को  मिटाता है
तोड़ के तूफानों का गुरूर,किनारे लौटा
आज एक फौजी लेके खुशियाँ घर बार लौटा

अब करदो दो  हिसाब जगी हुयी रातों का
जवाब दो उस शख्स के अन्जिनत सवालो का
इनायत है वो खुदा की,करो उसे सलाम
सिर्फ उसकी बदौलत है इस देश की ऐशो आराम
कुर्बानियों को भूल कामयाबी लेकर लौटा
आज एक फौजी लेके खुशियाँ घर बार लौटा

Friday, April 27, 2012

इस देश में सब कुछ है मगर ज़िन्दगी नहीं

(Published In The "Patrika-Jabalpur Edition" Newspaper on 29/04/2012)

ये एक जलता हुआ चिराग है..
इस चिराग के नीचे अँधेरा है..
काश ये अँधेरा रात का होता,
तो उम्मीद फिर सुबह की होती.
ये वो अँधेरा है जिसकी किस्मत में रौशनी नहीं..
है ये वो देश जहा सब कुछ है मगर ज़िन्दगी नहीं..

साँसे चलती है मगर दिल बेजान है.,
कायनात हासिल है लेकिन आदमी मुक्कम्मल नहीं..
बदला हुआ संसार देखना है थो खुद को बदल डालो,
फिर देखना हर एक शय कितना चमक उठता है..
शिकायतें हजारो है और मन कभी भरता नहीं..
है ये वो देश जिसमे सब कुछ है मगर ज़िन्दगी नहीं..

फलक पे देखो तो तारे हजारों है..
ज़मीन पे न जाने फसल इतना कम क्यों है..
अमीरी की महफ़िल में प्यास शहद से भुजती है..
गरीब की थाली सूनी है और सूनी ही रहती है..
क्या कसूर है उन बच्चों का जो हाथ बढ़ाते है सिक्कों के लिए..
भूख में इंसान मीटटी को भी रोटी समज लेता है..
ये वो आलम है जिसमे नफरत है मोहब्बत नहीं..
है ये वो देश जिस में सब कुछ है मगर ज़िन्दगी नहीं..

गुरुर को सुलाकर नजाकत को जगा दो..
शाम हो चुकी है संसार में एक शम्मा जला हो..
इसकी रौशनी से जहाँ का अँधेरा मीटा दो.

फिर आएगी चरागों के नीचे भी रौशनी..
फिर दोहरा जायेगा यहाँ खुशियों की अमर कहानी..
सपनो को हकीकत में बदल दो अब सिर्फ बातें नहीं..
क्यों की इस देश में सब कुछ है मगर ज़िन्दगी नहीं..

Friday, March 30, 2012

Lucid Avenue

When the supreme Apollo shines in the cosmos
The sacred soul at once wake up in mirth
Cryptic mistakes are vanished in the darkness
A promised day begins to create history.

Horde of people are scattered in the soil
To run in the marathon of being a pioneer
Pleasures are in abundance yet none is satisfied
Fulfillment of desire becomes the ultimate aim.

This world is a coin having two faces
Unfortunately, only one part is noticed.
What about the other side soaked in tears?
Where the feeble is starving for the milk and bread.

When a life is taken out of the womb
Many are killed and dug deep inside the crust.
Some lips are wide with a beam of glory
Where as many eye lashes are wet in failure.

Some hands are filled with presents of sea pearl
Where as some are shivering without a shirt in winter
Depression of the celebs are deliberately focused
But the screaming voice of the needy is often unheard.

Light a lamp in a poor man's hut
Then the smell of incense will surely reach god.
Deliverance is achieved by loving each other,
Live for the needy and the almighty will stay together.

Human is a tourist to this planet earth,
One day for sure he will be taken away by death.
Now you are alive do some good deeds,
Or else the lord will never fulfill your needs.

Ferocious Emotions

Sleep is entering in the clock's eye
Within seconds it will escape into dreamland
I fail to restore my calmness, but why?
Am I a slave of ferocious emotions?

Laughter breaks in this love realm
Where miles are covered with tendered times
Soul turns passive by the fearful living
We act barbaric in the life we own.

Evanescent relations are countless in number
No affection is fixed like a city's beacon
The artistry of fake deed is a wonder
Truth of life is easily marked as a blunder

For joy, night is a gift, for sorrow it is a curse
To elude this anguish is against the nature's rule
Past is forsaken but still we weep
Some tears, I think, are never meant to be wiped.

Thursday, February 16, 2012

Take Me Away

Every morning I wake up with a bundle of worries
Chores of my day are often finished in a hurry.
My heart is beating but I'm almost dead inside
I wish the sun would take me away to his side.

Screaming silence is present in every crowd
Noise in abundance still people go unheard
I breathe with a feeling of painful regression
I wish the wind would take me to its love session.

Evil eye lives in every sight
So the innocent eyes suffers in plight
Everything is done here with a wrong intention
Many commit mistakes in the name of superstitions

Why are we here and what is our aim?
No one finds this because for us life is a game
I'm tired of compromises and broken promises
Take me to a world where emotions are considered precious.

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Dear Valentine

Your romantic smile and the cuddling of lashes
I'm in love with you even after thousands of clashes
Here is my proposal with a promise of lifelong love
I want you for ever, Will you be my valentine?

I was the snow which made the sun wear sweater
But your one touch made me a thin flowing river
My heart was a igloo far away hidden
You knocked it once and now the doors are wide open.

Come in my arms and feel the lucid realm
Kiss my lips and take away the sweet xylem
I surrender myself never give me tears
Love me or hate me, I am all yours.

True love doesn't need a day to celebrate,
Every sunrise and sunset is a perfect time to date
I have a gift apart from candles and roses,
Here is my heart, Will you be my valentine?

Sunday, January 15, 2012

Screaming Silence

When the doors and windows get closed at night
I can hear the silence screaming in plight
Everywhere I see a fading shadow
And the memories make my sleep another sorrow.

The happiness I dream for is lost somewhere
But I still wait for your comeback, even though you don't care.
Love was the game that you played
But I was honest and so the relationship was made.

You had promised me a life of joys
And gifted me some weeping broken toys
My heart has forgotten the art of beating
I would never have loved you if I knew you were cheating.

The rotation of earth changes the thoughts of people
What they speak now is not what they do later
This world is like a colorful chameleon
It changes its color each and every moment.