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Success ka fail-proof formula

Aaj mujhe success ka mantra hai mila, Kabhi jo na fail ho, aisa tantra hai mila. Agar aapko chahiye, degree ya promotion, Bana lijiye ek Sugar Daddy, without inhibition. Lekin Sugar Daddy ko aap, zara dhyan se dhoondhiyega, Jo ho bada powerful and charming, mane sab usko khuda. Galtiyan toh woh karega, par fasega koi aur, Nobody will know, what happens behind his door. Bus uski aisi weaknesses ka, aapne fayda hai uthana, Badnami se na dariyega, apna kaam hai nikalwana. Log toh baatein kareinge, but unki memory hoti hai short, Jab mil jayegi degree, tab muh pe lag jayenge lock. Aur agar aap nahi hain, ek abla naari, Toh bana lijiye ek Godfather, ye salaah hai humari. Dekhiye fir success kaise, aapke kadam choomega, Officer ho ya peon, har koi aapke aas paas ghoomega. Aur agar aap hain woh bhaagyawaan insaan, Born with a silver spoon, in a famous clan. Fir toh nepotism, hai hi aapka yaar, Milenge aapko fan, aur kaam ki bharmaar. Lekin agar hain

The Song

Funny things, these songs, The ones you used to hum along, How they go deep somewhere, In places that should not be there, Bringing memories from crevices deep, Buried secrets from under the heap. One such song came my way, The one that made we sing and sway, He asked me if I was around, Was I lost or could I be found, He was looking for a person specific, He made it sound pretty terrific, Where was the girl with incessant chatter, Born to make the ceilings shatter, The one that took pride in mathematics, And everything that was scientific, The one that had a spine so strong, And she wouldn't always play along, The one who always sang her heart, And danced with a grace apart, You could hear her laughter from far away, She knew she could just seize the day. Where is she now, that song asked, Why is she quiet, her voice so masked? Why does she not dance anymore, And sing along the songs of yore, Why is she tired, why doe

एक हुनर ऐसा भी सीखें ...

जीवन के व्यापार में, दाम लगाकर बढ़ना सीखें, दर्द छुपा मुसकाना  सीखें, सर्प का दंश पी जाना सीखें, एक हुनर ऐसा भी सीखें । बिना वजह ही हँसना सीखें, बिन मदिरा के उड़ना सीखें , बिन साथी भी जीना सीखें, गिरकर आप संभलना सीखें, एक हुनर ऐसा भी सीखें। बिन आवाज़ भी लड़ना सीखें, परिस्तिथि को अनुकूल करना सीखें, कभी उसमें ढलना भी सीखें, बिन ढोल जश्न मनाना सीखें, एक हुनर ऐसा भी सीखें। मस्तिष्क और मन का द्वंद्व हो जब, मस्तिष्क को आप जिताना सीखें, मन में जो उठे तूफ़ान, उसमें ना बह जाना सीखें, एक हुनर ऐसा भी सीखें । क्रोध और विलाप में ना हों लुप्त, ऐसा धैर्य रखना भी सीखें, प्रतिशोध की ज्वाला से, खुद को आप बचाना सीखें, एक हुनर ऐसा भी सीखें। बिखरे हो जो रिश्तों के मोती, पिरोकर माला बनानी सीखें, यदि मिले शीश झुकाकर अमोल प्रेम, अहम् भुलाकर झुकना सीखें, एक हुनर ऐसा भी सीखें। अंत नही होती एक हार, आस्था ऐसी रखनी सीखें, हरी दर्शन हो सब में ही, ऐसी प्रीत लगाना सीखें, एक हुनर ऐसा भी सीखें।

The Bad Wife

Guess I must be a bad wife, For I don't know how to cook, But I can be quite a delight, With a coffee and a book. Guess I must be a bad wife, For I just don't like to dust, But if your folks are coming to town, I'll do it if I must. Guess I must be a bad wife, For I ain't got no sanskaar, But I can tell you the engine specs, Of our latest car. Guess I must be a bad wife, For I can't tie the perfect saree , But I can tell you that you won't get bored, If you come with me to a soiree. Guess I must be a bad wife, For I'm not always in the mood, I won't mind if you want to go instead, Bar hopping with your dudes. Guess I must be a bad wife, For I really like my wine, But it makes me all giggly and fun, You won't hear me whine. Guess I must be a bad wife, For I like to wake up late, But I can make an exception dear, If you will take me on a date. Guess I must be a bad wife, For I can't dress to the nines, But I&

I think I have lost my home...

I think I have lost my home... Laughing with my friends playing hide and seek, when love was pure and friendships sweet, Somewhere in those lanes, I think I have lost my home... When the days were gloomy and the nights were dark, and yet there was faith and hope in the heart, Somewhere in my grandma's stories, I think I have lost my home... Getting clean and dressed for the Sunday prayers, lining up to get my prasad's share, Somewhere on the way to the Gurudwara , I think I have lost my home... Taking to the stage to collect my prize, when I was proud and the apple of everyone's eyes, Somewhere among that adulation, I think I have lost my home... There were also days when I couldn't be consoled, when everything seemed dark and without hope, Hidden somewhere in my mother's lap, I think I have lost my home... The songs we sang and the tunes we grooved to, the ones that took you to a world so new, Somewhere in the

क़र्ज़

कुछ तो क़र्ज़ चुकाने थे ऐ ज़िंदगी, नम थी आँखें , हम रो भी ना पाए। कुछ तो क़र्ज़ चुकाने थे ऐ ज़िंदगी, हमने दुआ करी किसी अपने को मौत आए। कुछ तो क़र्ज़ चुकाने थे ऐ ज़िंदगी, लफ़्ज़ तो थे पर कुछ कह ना पाए। कुछ तो क़र्ज़ चुकाने थे ऐ ज़िंदगी, दूर हुए इतने कि कंधा ना दे पाए। कुछ तो क़र्ज़ चुकाने थे ऐ ज़िंदगी, दर्द हुआ पर महसूस ना कर पाए। कुछ तो क़र्ज़ चुकाने थे ऐ ज़िंदगी, जागे ना थे और सो भी ना पाए। कुछ तो क़र्ज़ चुकाने थे ऐ ज़िंदगी, हम चल ना सके पर ठहर भी ना पाए। कुछ तो क़र्ज़ चुकाने थे ऐ ज़िंदगी, पंख तो थे पर उड़ ना पाए। कुछ तो क़र्ज़ चुकाने थे ऐ ज़िंदगी , सब गँवा के भी उनसे कुछ हासिल ना कर पाए। कुछ तो क़र्ज़ चुकाने थे ऐ ज़िंदगी, माफ़ ना किया और भुला भी ना पाए। कुछ तो क़र्ज़ चुकाने थे ऐ ज़िंदगी, छलकी पलकें और लफ़्ज़ बह आए।

Thank You, With Love

This Teachers' Day, I take the opportunity to thank everyone who has taught me something in life. I must have left out something, so my apologies in advance.  And there's still a lot to learn - so bring it on life! To my mother who taught me how to hold a spoon, thank you, I will need your embrace till the end of time.  To my father who taught me manners, thank you, I will need your support and strength always.  To the sister who taught me companionship, thank you, It is because of you I've never been friendless.  To the brother who taught me to keep cool,  It's because of you I can smile when things get hot.  To the teacher who taught me how to read, thank you, It's because of you I discovered the joy of books.  To the teacher who taught me maths, thank you, It's because of you I know there's a solution to every problem.  To the teacher who taught me science, thank you, It's because of you that I question and learn.  To