mainey tumhari kabra par ek dhoop jalai

mainey tumhari kabra par ek dhoop jalai

aur phir bina poochhey , ek yaad chali aayi

bahut kheltey they bachpan mein, miljul kar jahan

aaj jara dekho,

us maidan mein, khar patwar ug aayi

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tooney jikra kiya tha, aksar akeley mein, is baat ka

ki sach ka daman thamey rakhna,

mushkil to hai, lekin namumkin nahin,

par jab kisee daag ka dar, chand ko amawas ki god mein sula jayey

to kya, koi sach kisee muh se, aasaan se nikal payey

i will now erase the marks of mist sticking to my glassses

i will now erase the marks of mist sticking to my glassses

i had not cleaned these for a long time

but then dust of a desire

to help all those who had a lot of fire

in their  eyes

had stuck my glasses

i could ooly see every thing through thes emarks

now that glasses are clean

will i stop seeing the foot prints

of my hopes

on the path

that paases through  the lands

which  had crops

of conscience

that will emerge now and then

liek a breeze, taking away my glasses from my hand

for a while

The little drops of dew have dried up now

The little drops of dew have dried up now

do not wait for the dawn,

the smell of dried dew

has told the birds
not to make nests  in my garden

but you insist O!myna

to perch on the desolate lemon tree

full of flowers

fruits and thorns

but not sure

where to shed these, when

tumney yeh jikra phir kyun chhed diya

tumney yeh jikra phir kyun chhed diya

koi baat na ki, bas ek dard phir se bikher diya

shayad yahi hai dastoor is jamaney ka

jinhoney phul chadhayey they kabhi meri kabra par

unhoney merey angan mein kaanto ko yun bikher diya

chalo abhi waqt hai, koi justuju kar ley unse mil kar

Maa kaali ka kya kahun, usney meri jholi mein

jab diya , to sneha dher diya

jindagi ko kisi udhaar ke taraju mein na taulo

jindagi ko kisi udhaar ke taraju mein na taulo

jo dil ko sahi lagey,

jamana kuchh bhi kahey

bas wahi bolo, bas wahi bolo

sachhai ek syahi to nahi

ki jo achha na lagey, us par pot di

yeh ek ehsaas hai,

iski gaanth ko yun na kholo

kai baar socha hai, ki bata du

is jamaney ko ek khwab dikha dun

lekin jab kho jayaye kisee ka manjar

to uskey dard ka hisab na lo, uskey saath holo

the yellow amaltas, red palash

the yellow amaltas
red palash
when did one need
to end one’s talaash
keep walking and smiling
hand in hand
you both need each other
till there is no end
of hopes, faith and some reason
but do not bother,
if on the way, there is some treason
time does not offer
the same fate
some friends do not respect,
no matter, what,
abandon your boat
when the river of life is in spate

efforts dont go in vain

efforts dont
go in vain
no matter whether we make them
or some one else
but then does a road complain?
how many people walk on it for what purpose,
do they pause and repair the groves made by the spears
that fell  down from the chariots
which passed by this way yesterday
smile, do not grudge
those who passed by,

before the road became rough

they missed meeting you
since their vehicles drove pass the place fast
where you took rest and paused
rather late now
i wish, i had been walking
still

the venue has changed but drama is on

the venue has changed but drama is on

no matter what you may say
but the dreams are born
every day when i do not find

towel in place

or my kerchief hanging

and button broken

with no axe to grind

i ask myself

is this the way you show your presence

in my life and path, all the time

without a moment to spare

asking me, what is hence

kisne kaha yeh

kisney kaha yeh

kya hai sach

kyun stabdh hai,

toota sa kyun lagta hai

samaya ka kawach

kyun khul gaya

rahasya nahin yeh,

sahaj bhav hai

jisney bhi bhoga hai isko

wo sneha dhara mein bah gaya

baaki to kuchh khaas nahin hai

kehney ko

aur sunaney ko

lekin jid hai tumhari

is liye na chahtey huey bhi

sab kuchh kah gaya

holding my hand

holding my hand

u drew me into the garden

where  flowers were feeing unsettled

the breeze had abandoned

it usual caution

and the trees were reluctant

to let the nests of the birds stay longer

with an ally in strong wind

did they care where will go the young

dreams

of the birds