Saudebaazi

Us Meherbaa sham ko kya yaad karein,
Us dilkash kadardaan ko kya yaad karein.

Jin aankhon me doob kar hum jee gaye,
Un aankhon ki maikashi ko kya yaad karein.

Jis hasee ke kaayal ho hum fanaa ho gaye,
Us hasee ki mausiki  ko kya yaad karein.

Wo shaam kya le ke gayi, kya de ke gayi,
Us khoobsurat saudebaazi ko kya yaad karein.

Paigaam

In fiazaaon ka rang badla sa kyu hai?
Kya unki khushboo ka qalaam mil gaya?

In charaagon ke ujaale  behke se kyu hai?
Kya unki rangat ka saamaan mil gaya?

Ye hawaaein kyu lehraa rahi hain jhoom ke aakhir?
Kya unke aane ka paigaam mil Gaya?

Majboori

Takalluf ki majboori jo na hoti,
To deedaar-e-husn bhi ho jata.

Wo nazrein jo sharm se jhuk jati,
To khursheed bhi abr me chup jata.

Aur un lafzo ko kya ilzaam doon,
Jo mere hottho se dafatan fisal jate hain,
Kafir bhi keh na saka, Del-a-man me kohram mach jata.

The God's gift

She came in like the first ray of morning,
Like a white cloud with a silver lining.

Undettered like a fresh gust of wind,
She thursted into my life as if destined.

She inspires me with learnings truly rife,
The laughter that adds to the life,
The giggle that can diffuse any strife.

The voice that puts you in bind,
The words that cast a spell on the mind.

Everything about her makes me entwined,
A step closer to have her enshrined.

Today was a day among the rare few,
When the God smiled and gifted me, you.

Survive? Why Just Survive?

They say I'm weak and out of place.
Just like my luck, my life's on a dive.
But I'm gonna push my elbows hard and thrive.
I'll show them all, that I'll survive.

They take a jibe at me,
Make fun of me calling me naive.
They don't know they are up for a surprise,
I'll show them all, that i'll survive.

They write me off in one voice,
To prove their point they even contrive.
Would they be perplexed when they see I  still jive?
I'll show them all, that I'll survive.

But why should I 'just' survive?
I feel much more than alive.

And why do I need someone to attest,
Don't I know I'm better than the best.

I believe I have it in me and I believe it all,
You'd see me standing tall,
When they all crumble and fall.

The River's Flow

Ever tried to hear what the river had to say?
In the calm of night, not in the cacophony of day.

If you ever did, you would know.
The river loves and hates the flow.
Amusing as it is, but is true.
She has both, cheer of red and gloom of blue.

The river yearns for calm, beneath the layer.
She falls in love with a forest here, a mountain there.
She wants to hold hands and some times hug a tree,
Often she wants the flow to set her free.

The flow unperturbed, never seems to care,
For he has a bigger purpose, never laid it bare.
The flow gives a reason to the wandering river,
Of 'change being the constant', he is an unwavering believer.

The river may be impulsive but she knows better.
What the flow does today, will help her later.
She looks at the last jungle, with her eyes full and mind with daze,
And then embraces the flow, to move on, towards her new phase.

The 'Thought' and the 'Dream'

The Thought and the Dream tussled hard,
"Who is more dear, who is closer to the heart?"

The thought derided the dream as a dole.
"A mind's senseless wander to a black hole,
A dream is nothing but a hopeless rigmarole"

"You don't have a beginning, the end is unknown,
Your hocus-pocus self, has no reign of its own"

"You just get lucky, you are not a conscious instance,
In my world you would be jeered at for self-indulgence"

The dream stood firm, unperturbed by the thought's sound.
Ethereal as it may be, it held its belief and itself to the ground.

The dream smiled at the thought,
"I respect  you and  your  thought, the thought.
But let's look at it differently".
"While you restrict one's imagination,
I prefer breaking the boundaries bluntly"

"Prejudiced to core, you consciously ignore some bit,
Fortunately i am not blacked out by such an erroneous wit"

"And truly while you encourage the mind to ponder,
I enliven it beyond it's grasp, to imagine much grander"

"Finally, a thought may be much dearer to the mind,
Only because a dream can never be entwined"