Zindagi ek kitaab...

Zindagi…

Ek ajeeb si kitaab hai ye zindagi

Har din ek naya panna jud jata hai

Har din kuch likhta hai to kuch mit jata hai

Anginat pal hai likhne k liye

Magar na jane kyu syahi hi kam pad jati hai

Har panne pe ek nayi daastan likhi jati hai

Har panne ko ek naya rang diya jata hai

Kabhi khushiyo k rang se ranga jata hai

To kabhi dukho k kaalikh bhi likhna padta hai

Ginti ki ek hi kitaab hoti hai

Magar na jane kyu aur kitaabo ki khwahish rehti hai

Khushi ki ek choti si boond se bhi poora panna rang sakta hai

Magar na jane kyu anek rango ki chah mein kuch panne khali reh jate hai

Sabhi panne ek hi samaan hai

Sabhi rang ek hi samaan hai

To fir kyu is kitaab ko dene wale se hum yahi chahte hai

Ki sirf rangeen panne hi dena, kaale kisi aur ko dena

Har kisi ko apni syahi kaali aur dusro ki rangeen lagti hai

Magar kabhi unki kitaab kholo

To utne hi kale aur rangeen panne dikhte hai

Kis panne pe kaunsi syahi se likha jayega

Ye sirf kitaab banane wale ko pata hai

Lekin agar har panne ko samaan drishti se dekhe

To kya pata kab kaalikh halki ho jaye aur rang aur gehre ho jaye

Is syahi ka bhi ajeeb hisaab hai

Baatane se kaalikh kam hoti hai to rangeen aur badh jati hai

Yeh kitaab har us kitaab ki tarah hai jo aage padhi jati hai

Panne piche palatne se kaalikh kam nahi ho jati

Magar aage bhadne se ek khali panne ko rangeen banaya ja sakta hai

Jab Kitaab ka ant bhi wahi hona hai jaha se shuruat hui thi

To kyu na har panne ko ek alag rang se ilkha jaye

To kyu na adhik rango ki khoj mein panne khali rakhne se achha

Ek hi rang se us panne pe kuch to likhe

Jisne bhi syahi rehte hue ise nahi samjha

Uski kitab adhoori reh jati hai

Magar jise ye kahani samajh mein aa gayi

Uski kitab band hone k baad bhi padhi jati hai 

LIFE.....

Life is too short to give life another chance,

Life's a music, on which we can sing and dance.

Nothing is impossible to accomplish and you're not old enough to rest,

even if its the depth of Pacific or height of the mighty Everest.

Give your try another try, give everything everything you can,

Don't think about falling but think about rising, because if there is no IF then there is no THEN.

Make mistakes, to not miss the takes next time,

Don't follow the people, but follow the path and sing your own rhyme.

Success is more sweet and failure is less bitter with friends around,

so never be too proud about anything, coz at the end you are just a meat of few pounds.

Never forget the ground from where you took off,

Because even the sound has crest and trough.

Save enough for your parents to not work and your children to work,

Work enough to succeed more rather than fearing from failures and lurk.

Build you own future and start take stance,

Because life is too short to give life another chance.

My Choice...

My Choice

I don't want to do this,I want to do that,

I don't care if I am not thin, or I am fat.

For you, blue means sky or it can be sea,

but for me, I choose to colour the things,whatever I see.

I may not be the brightest on this Earth,

but surely I know,I am something, with some worth.

I want to make my choices,for myself,

I am happy to be a hero for someone,or to someone,an elf.

HE has carved each of us different and special,

but we are busy in wearing masks and doing faux facial.

How hard it is to know, what makes one happy and gay,

and how easy it is to say your say.

Don't let your voice drown in the waves of other's noises,

But sail in the boat of confidence and feel good about your choices.

World will stop you at every step and will pull you in a quagmire,

But the universe,will present you a rope of hope to come out of situation,so dire.

Its our duty to follow our heart and pursue our dreams,

Don't let others decide if you are hay or a cream.

After the sun-set,the sun doesn't mourn,

because it knows,the next day,it will be re-born.

One day,someone will be proud of me and give me a pat,

because I did not do this,I did that.

Zindagi...

Zindagi ke podhe ko zindagi bhar seecha hai,
kabhi aansuon k paani se to kabhi khushiyon ki dhoop se
Kabhi tapti dhoop mein chaanv di is zindagi ne,
to kabhi kehrati thand mein khud hi patjhad si bikhar gayi zindagi
Par ek cheez seekha rahi hai zindagi,
har patjhad k baad basant bhi ata hai
Bas jazba chahiye patjhad k guzarne ka,
kyunki fir se gulzar hogi zindagi,fir se chaanv degi zindagi...

Free..the word and the meaning...

Fly high for the sky is yours,but remember your nest

Free is a word often cherished by many,
Its not something you can buy from a penny.
I look at the sky filled with envious clouds,
for they can move anywhere without any doubts.
The waves are free to touch the shore and stroll back,
giving it a serene pleasure to the inhabitants of shack.
Countries become free from countries and celebrate,
For they broke all shackles to script their own fate.
I wonder if birds are the most free and happy,
as if they are their own mommy and daddy.
They have complete sky to fly and whole land to see,
however tiny they are,they could see us from the sky,like a moving bee.
But their definition of free is different from us,
for they have to return home on their winged bus.
We want to be free and live our own lives,
without thinking of others and ringing our own chimes.
Do we look back,what we made free when we became free,
because you may free the branch but you are killing the tree.
A tree would never hold back the branch and its growth,
as without it its a piece of wood which attracts everyone's loathe.
No matter where the branch grows and moves,
it will fall down and become "free" with just a groove.
The branch is now free and dreams of becoming a tree,
but the tree knows,it could never become a tree and this is not "free".
The waves move back to the ocean and the birds to their nest,
but they still enjoy their freedom and live their life the best.
I want to become a bird and traverse the whole sky,
to see the new world without any whats and why.
But I know my nest and my tree,
as it is my home and the reason I am free.
A branch is nothing without a tree,a bird is nothing without a nest,
no matter how free I may be,its the only place to rest.
I promise I will grow free and sane,
and our definition of "free" will be same.

 Your Loving son...

Peace and serenity

The best and only way to speak to God is to speak to nature..alone..Then u find God everywhere...:)

A beautiful journey..

Here's a small token of thanks to all my friends(called The ROAMERS) with whom i had spent many wonderful moments which I will cherish whole my life.
This poem is about our trip to beautiful hill station in India i.e. Lansdowne.

Just can't forget those two days,
which i'll cherish in many ways.
Learned a new meaning of a bond, called FRIENDSHIP,
as with them, any journey will be an awwesome trip.
Until that day, life's been a rookie,skating on an icy track,
but now, i try to find a ray,even from a crack.
The air had been calm and serene,
and every particle was shining to the fullest of its sheen.
Mountains wore a blanket,half melted half iced,
speaking volumes of themselves, that left me enticed.
Then came the evening which i liked the most,
the nature with her arms spread, proved to be a perfect host.
Walked up the road, with a cool breeze in a dim moon-light,
just made me realize a dream, in which i dreamt such a sight.
Came the next day, when we headed for another journey,
singing,chanting,walking up the roads,some curvey some turney.
Then came the God's house,which people call temple,
and we showed him by our recitations, that we are not that bad sample. (  )
Now was the time for some adventure,
without worrying for single fixture and denture.
Climbed down the hill, with utter zeal,
forgetting that we hadn't had even a single meal.
Then was the time to say goodbye to the hills,
but we were yet to show our watery drills.
Sat quietly there for hours, and learned a lesson from the river,
no matter what comes the way,never stop,never shiver.
At last, came the end of it,
but i had collected memories & moments,most precious in my kit.
Still don't know how to thank my kiths,and in what ways,
but i can't forget those two days.

With Best Compliments,
one of the ROAMER.