मज़बूरी बेवफा तेरी

अपना मतलब साधने का नाम मज़बूरी नहीं होता है,
मगर हर बेवफा के पास बस यही एक बहाना होता है।
                      अपने बच्चों को खाकर भी मगर मच्छ रोता है ,
                      आंसुओं पर मत जाओ इनकी,ये दिखावा होता है।
नजर एक पर, दिल में एक और होता है,
जुबान पर कुछ  और दिमाग मे  कुछ और होता है।
                    होठों  पर मुस्कान मगर बगल  में खंजर होता है ,
            हाथी का दाँत है ये खाने का और दिखाने  का और होता है।

THE PARTY

Memorizing all the even days of their duo life,
Forgetting and forgiving each other for the odds,
Both of them wanted to commemorate the most significant day ,
Of their life, the silver wedding,
With their family, friends, colleagues and neighbors.

A large tent was illuminated with colored lights and flowers,
An orchestra group was playing instrumental music,
Whisper, smile and satisfaction all faces bore,
Nodding head in admiration, tapping feet on floor,
Meanwhile coffee, cold drinks and other starters passing hands.

Ladies came here returning from beauty parlors,
Gentlemen were dressed with their best party wears,
As if not of their friend's, that was their own occasion,
Or as if they were here to look for new partners on dates,
Evidently were in mood to enjoy each second of this party time.

Eyes of bachelors were searching for their counterpart's,
Among the crowd with, 'Hai', 'wow', 'woh' like sounds inaudible,
Could only be read from the changing expressions of their faces,
When they were trying to hide the feeling from their elders but failing,
Not known whether their signals were reaching the destinations or not.

Table decorated separately for vegetarians,
Utensils filled with matar-paneer, dal-tadka, mixed-vegetables were on gas burners,
Fried-rice, chapati, puri, papad, salad and dahi-raita,
Rasagola, gulabjamun, mawabati, gajar-halwa all sorts of sweets,
Were waiting for the hands of the first person to initiate.

Chicken-butter-masala, rogan-josh, chilly chicken,
Fried fish with mustard powder, and omelets,
Were placed on gas burners on the opposite side,
Fried rice, tandoori-roti and some sweets for change of taste,
Were there for those who might prefer as suitable for them.

I saw various dishes were taken into the plates in haste,
Tasted and thrown away into the used utensil's basket,
That much were thrown away,  as were eaten,
They were totally indifferent towards wastage and utilization,
I got irritated, dejected witnessing their silly approach towards food.

The party was in full swing when I got out of the tent for home,
After shaking hands with the host and some of the guests,
It was dread dark outside the over-illuminated tent,
I saw some eyes glittering in dark in each sides of the pavement,
Beggars hopefully waiting for their turn with empty stomachs.

I heard the untold complaint of their heart reaching my ear,
"So arrogantly, foolishly they are wasting it away ,
The most precious gift of the Almighty, our life saving food,
Will they ever think about the pain of hunger that we go through everyday ?
Will they ever have a little merciful place in their hearts for us ?"

They were of course our fellow human beings,
Expecting of their bi-footed gods left out something,
Poverty, destiny or for some other compulsions they were waiting outside,
By the Omnipresent's grace we the fortunate ones were privileged inside,
Shamelessly kicking away those that they were waiting so eagerly !

To be in sympathy and to remain considerate is human,
God made us human and bestowed us for all these a brain,
A heart conscience as well to use it for them,
One day all of us will live in the darkness of grave leaving these parties,
With the lights of our deeds, if done properly, satisfied and in peace.    

THE OBSESSION

I missed you ,as you went away,
And blocked the door on my face,
Without uttering a single word,
Or hearing anything from me.

You left having all your pains buried in your heart.
May be you did not held me in confidence,
Or maybe you never think me worth sharing them,
Or perhaps you are ignorant of my concern for you,
It's my fault I never showed my obsession for you.

Each day, each night, each hour, each minute,
I searched here, there, everywhere,
Waited with wet eyes, anguished but expectant heart,
As I knew you were not gone forever,
You would be back to me I was sure.

I went to you and be your friend,
Moved by your truthfulness, honesty and simplicity,
And I knew you too were fed up of them,
Their treachery, tricky and hideous moves,
And were in the same circumstances as I was.

No one else we should be so serious about,
As none else is so keen in or concerned about  us,
Hence we must care and share our emotions,
Why you preferred to cry behind the closed doors ?
 You should know you are mine and I am your asylum.

You came back to my world today,
You gave me the peace and pleasure I was craving for,
You opened up the door of your heart in front of me,
I have no more wish left unfulfilled,
I have forgotten my pain and grief of being deserted,
Be assured you will get the pleasure of being with me,
And the significance and respect you always deserve.

I know you  returned to me because,
You missed Pradipta too.

YOU, ME AND WE.

You
How could your, " I can't live without you",
Be transferred in to, "Who are you ?"
I was stranded, stunned and confused,
Disbelieving my ears I paused and hushed.
Your "My king", "My Love", "My life" and "My Heaven"
Echoed repeatedly in my ear and drove me insane.
And all the sweet adjectives you used in past for me,
Fainted and vanished for a while, when I heard thee,
Words from one's tongue and bullets from a gun
Neither can get back to their origin nor can be forgotten..
Me
As per my definition of love, its blind,
A feeling for you spontaneous from my heart not from mind.
Terms and conditions are irrational,
And irrelevant in love when its pure and factual.
No pause and ponder about the out come,
No calculations or consideration of pros and cons.
Once it take off, no landing hence no retake,
No room for misunderstanding or mistake.
Hardship or pleasure  should be shared between us,
You taking care of my emotions and I yours.
You
You got back and begged pardon the next morning for that fault,
Humbly, honestly, and repentantly while crying a lot.
Me
You are my sweetheart though a bit capricious and coquettish, 
And my love for you overpowered my anger and anguish.
Hence I forgave you assuming it to be involuntary,
And erased your wrong words of my memory.
We
Even though our definition of love differ,
We are and will always remain together.
It should not be I-Mine or You-Your,
It should only be We, Us and Our.
As we are two physical entity but one mental unit,
A single soul in two bodies, you should remember it..

रिश्ता

लोग अक्सर मतलब से रिश्ता  रखते हें, 

मगर मैं  रिश्ते से मतलब रखता हूँ। 

People maintain relations with intentions,
But I prefer relations over intentions.

GOD WILL BACK US

I can not recall who He was,
I forgot to ask Him, His name,
He may be God, Jesus, Allah, Krishna,
Buddha, Mahabir or He can be anyone else
My eyes were closed, when He sent me to this earth,
Hence I did not see how He looked like,
People call Him in different  names,
So I call Him in one of them.

But I can recall Him comforting me,
From crying for being deserted from Him,
Or on the fear of getting in to the sufferings of life,
He consoled me with soft, sweet but clear words,
"My son, go and carry out your job,
Of spreading love unbiased among all of them,
Remember me when you are happy or in pain,
I will always be with you as you are from me."

"Can I see you father every evening, every morning ?
Will you guide me in carrying out my daily deals ?
Will you show me the difference between the right and the wrong ?
Will you keep me in virtue, away from vice ?"
"No, not that way but I will follow you like your shadow,
To take your own judgement I am making you wise,
To choose between the right and the wrong I give you conscience,
It will be up to you to remain my boy or go otherwise."

"Then I will be alone father, on that vast earth,
Crying blood each day fighting alone with vice."
"You not feel lonely my son, I have some arrangements for you,
There will be some people loving and living with you,
They will be yours but not yours as well,
Many people on the earth will not be connected to you,
They will not be yours but treat them as yours as well,
Think and do good indiscriminately for them all."

"Do not be a cause to harm anyone on earth,
Back him who seek your help if you can,
As per your capacity ,support people in strain,
If you live with a great heart you will be counted as a man,
Till you be with the truth, honesty and love,
Peace,non-violence and universal brotherhood,
Tolerance, patience and serve the mankind,
You will feel my presence behind you, all through out your life."

"But if you go otherwise on to greediness,
Selfishness, vanity and discrimination,
Misuse your power, position and might,
To oppress the weaker with money and muscle,
Heartlessly deal with people and situations,
I afraid you will go away from me,
Will dwell in sorrow, suffering and misery,
None but you will be responsible for that"
                                      

A RELIGION

My religion, the one showed to me by my parents,
And the one  that I saw  in my periphery,
When each knowledge was shared to me,
When the whole world was introduced to me,
When the blank hard disk of my brain was fed ,
With the files of informations and guidelines,
When the way suitable for my life was taught,
I learned to follow a belief that called my religion.

I forgot to ask Him, His name ,
God, Allah, Buddha,  Krishna or anything else,
He too forgot to tell me His name,
I forgot how He looked  like,
When He sent me to this earth,
Hence I regard all the beliefs, religions as equals,
And never get in to silly duals like some of them,
"Mine one is better, mine one is greater."

I know my span of life is too small, 
And I am ignorant and unwise enough,
To reach to any conclusion myself,
To assess His greatness and vastness,
Then who am I to say what is right and what is wrong ?
And argue over it or try to impose my judgement ?
May be they who fight for it do not know Him well,
Or may be they do not really believe Him at all.    

LOVE ALL

The earth is my home,the sky is my roof ,
All of them my fellow human beings,
Irrespective of colour, religion and nationality,
Despite being different in their food habits, costume ,life style,
Are my brothers and sisters, so I love them all.

The colours of  skin, food habits, costumes, life style ?
Depend up on the geography and nativity of the man,
Hence it is unwise to get  into any duals for these difference,
And unsettle  peace and destabilize process of life of others
And is undoubtedly an insult to God who created us all.

Nationality, its artificial lines we drew,
For the convenience of the society,
And as per certain geographical compulsions,
But the vibration of our heart, reaction of our emotions,
Are equal and not different by any means at all. 

Religion, I got to know of my parents,
And too from the society I live in,
They said this is the shape of God, I believed,
These are the ways to worship and trust, I did that,
They suggested a way and I followed them.

I forgot to ask Him who He is,  did you ask ?
He forgot to tell me His name, did He tell you ?
If one says yes, then is he/she not lying ?
All of you got it from home, just like me,
And too from the holy books we trust and care to read.

Unconfined to any I go through them all,
The holy books of knowledge that were available,
They teach us one and the same thing to all,
Love for our brethren, care of His creation,
Living as per conscience, respecting other's emotions. 

Life is too short to love and live in peace,
Do not understand when some find time to be in fight,
Neither God nor holy books advocate violence,
Its ignorance of  and distrust  on Him that opens this way,
A door to hell, away from God, away from  heaven.

THE RUN

Life is not just a catwalk for me,
Neither about slicing butter with a sharp knife,
Nor is a bed of roses for comfort,
Rather it is a series of hurdles and obstacles, 
And it is about  sweating and bleeding,
Shouldering huge stones of responsibilities,
Struggling to come out successful to the expectations,
Of those who depend,rely, trust on me.

I am running and crossing milestones after milestones,
Ceaselessly thinking that the coming one is the last one,
After which I will have the privilege to take rest,
Relax, enjoy my days and eat the fruit of my sweat,
But stunningly I see there is one more ahead,
Willingly or against my mind, my old-ageing body,
I required to cross past that too. 

I feel exhausted a bit running on the same track,
Tired and shaken in to some extent chasing the goals,
The body not cooperating and responding to mind as earlier,
But I will never pause or stop anywhere and leave the race,
Because I do not like to be beaten and I am a positive man,
I will never  lie low near the responsibilities I think God bestowed me.

I know one day I will cease to run any more,
The day my death will have the last laugh,
And some roads will still  remain uncovered,
Some pillars, goals will be left unachieved,
But not the death,  I will feel proud,
That I have the job done as per my capabilities,
And to my satisfactions, within my limitations.

ONENESS IN US

The moon from above our head,
Looks straight on to my face,
Your face as well at the same time,
Kisses my forehead with it's beam,
And does the same with you as well,
Making me feel your touch,your kiss,your lips,
With warmness,closeness and full of love,
And never allowing me to feel deserted,
Even though you are far off me.

The air comes touching your hair,
Your clothings, your breath,
Caring with her your fragrance,
And the news of your well-being,
Soothing my heart,taking away my worry,
 Answering to my anxiety about you,
And never allowing me to feel sad,
Even though I am unable to see you.

The oceans, the rivers, the ponds evaporate,
To take the shape of rain water,
Wets you and me may be at different times,
Cools my body and mind with your sweat in it,
Marginalising my thirst of getting you in my arms,
And never allowing me to feel broken,
Even though you are not in my lap.

The soil on which we both live now,
Even though away from each other physically,
Is and will remain one and the same,
Will make us united when we would mingle in to it,
As we were before we came to this earth,
Living together happily  in God's bosom,
The moon,the air,this water just carrying away His orders,
Of keeping us close and intimate as ever.

Future thoughts.

We owe to our earth, it's nature,
Our life ,our existence,
But never think about repaying the debts,
That we incur from the day we begin our journey,
As a seed in her womb, till the end of our lives.

We owe to the air,
The oxygen we inhale,
The carbon dioxide we exhale,
But never ponder about maintaining its purity,
Rather carelessly cause pollution,
For our growth, our comforts.

We owe to the water,
Each minute, each hour we live,
But what we pay back in return ?
Drain our dirt,  poisonous industrial wastes,
And our garbage in to it,
Waste water mindlessly.

We owe to the nature, it's treasure,
All the animate and inanimate objects,
Something or the other for our life style,
And every now and then we explore,
I  should say we devour them,
As our birth right of being a big brother,
But never consider our duties,
Towards preserving and keeping them in shape.

 We hoard weapons of mass destructions,
Chemical and biological to kill to ourselves,
Our nature, the habitation and its habitants,
For supremacy and for ego and vanity,
In the name of patriotism and nationality. 

We talk of universal brotherhood from above our throat,
Sadly but truly not  from inside of our heart,
Thus by deceiving to none but to ourselves,
And to God who had loved to create us.

Our such indifferent attitude, 
Silly and reckless behaviour,
Towards our great benefactors and even towards ourselves,
Would sure cause our end one day,
And we will be responsible for all that.

Hence let us wake up now,
Before it's too late, 
Control and guide our conduct,
Become serious about their well-being,
Which is in fact our own future !!!!

THE DUSTBIN

Its me on whom all of you leave,
Things wasted and worn out you have.
                              I accept the garbage to make the environment clear,
                              For that the words "Use me " on my body I bear.
But on anyone I become neither  annoyed nor sad,
For leaving  in my stomach all things dirty and bad.
                            As everyone on earth is assigned for different acts,
                            By God the creator, hence no shame to do that..
All on the earth are equals none big none  small,
Vital is how efficiently one carries out one's allotted role.
                             I want just some heart  to share,
                              I carry dirt for you  but you least care.
To regard me and understand my import,
I afflict witnessing your rude and reproachful conduct.
             But I  know well the significance and worth of my life,,
             For doing this petty job I  have no pain ,no grief..
Come ahead , give your hand ,let us make the whole world clean,
To make life  happy,  healthy and long for all human beings.
                    I love to  serve and make things bright and good,
                     As service to the mankind is service to God.

A SUMMER MORNING IN SINI

It's a summer morning in the mid of May,
Chilly night before a badly hot day.(1)
With rising sun in the Sini's sky ,
It's a distinct morning as I open eye (2)
Rain drops come from window aperture,
And too through half open wooden door(3)
I glance through the door while sitting on my bed
To the serpentine road and hostel ground(4)
I hear a sound of sim, sim, sim,
As with the the trees soft breeze play and sing.(5)
At times thunder makes roaring sound
With sparking of lightning all around.(6)
The sky is painted half dark and half gray,
With a beautiful rainbow in the western sky.(7)
I sat down near the door on an armed chair,
To sip a cup of tea amidst dash of rain water.(8)
It's nice experience and charming impact,
Where ever I would go I never forget.(7)

THE FIGHTER

As a result of some adolescent stirring of teen age,
Excessive intoxication,indisciplined food habits,
Ignorance,  careless and carried away life style,
Certain deficits and defects created in her physical mechanism,
Or one can say a monster entered in to and seized her body.

The monster wanted arbitrariness over her life,
To carry out its vicious acts and  mischievous intentions.
 It molested different stings of her inner organs,at different times,
At times hammering, or stinging  with hundred needles,
Or igniting fire even inside the bone marrow  or in the blood stream.

It did all efforts to strand her mind and soul ,
Inside her body and obstruct her thought process,
It wished to control the compass of her brain,
And to direct the flow of her thought focused only towards her body,
 Without leaving any time or mind for peace.

She was paying heavily for the blunders of her past,
Like everyone having casual approach towards life in early days,
Pays forcefully and definitely in an after age.

But her soul revolted and forced it to lie low,
With her raised will power and positive outlook,
And she succeeded to make her soul roam outside her body,
Among this beautiful world, love, happiness, her bearings, her friends
Undermining the pain she was going through the great lady,
She marched ahead to collect small patches of pleasures among pain,
And created poetries with the combination.

THE ONLY TRUTH

We have born here , here we will die one day ,
Whatsoever actions we make in our way.
                          We will live as long as our life line stress,
                           With approaching happiness or distress.
Whatsoever social status may have you ,
Will you be able to baffle death which is true ?
                           We for the beauty and youth become proud,
                            Will not it cease one day by the hint of God ?
Worldly wealth that we people posses,
Will never prevent us from death sentences.
                            Wife , son, daughter, brother,sister or any other,
                             Would never hold our hand and make us immortal forever.
We may become proud that so famous are we,
Will this popularity make us from death's clutches free
                           Warriors,dictators and  mighty rulers of this earth,
                           Were they able to avoid and survived from death's wrath.
We have seen Prophet Jesus, Muhammad, Buddha on this earth,
Were these pious souls did not face death ?
                          Whatever power or position or wealth may you have,
                           Will not be able to buy for you a permanent life.
We at the end of our life sure will meet death,
Which is of-course the first and only truth. 

THE UNIQUE

Not necessitous of extol,
You are the queen of beauty ,
Lively and plentiful of youth and exuberance
A conoclast of modesty like sixteenth century women,
Self-respecting in nature,
Thus hesitant to confront me ,
Feel shy and go away on being praised,
Though I do not ever admire unworthy,
And you do not need to be flattered.

Hard  from outside like coconut,
But soft and sweet in your heart,
Your voice melodious like a cuckoo,
Singing in spring time from a distance,
Praying and begging attention of her lover.
Cautious, careful and miser to talk,
But open out your heart when you speak,
A smile hangs  on your lips,
In reply to many of my words,
As many of me often replied by a few.

Anger comes explosively,unprovoked but I know,
It is always fake, superficial and showy,
Due to deep love for me in you ,
And huge belief in my love for you,
When you want a bit coaxing from me,
Or may be just for some fun.
I  do not hesitate to butter you,
You too it seems stays mentally prepared,
 To surrender to my supplication.

To search a compare of you
Would be imbecility on my part,
Only you are the match of yourself,
As you are the only one and unique under the sun.

THE DARLING OF DARKNESS

The evening is approaching,
The sun is going to finish its journey of the day in the western horizon,
The sky is blazing in scarlet tinge.

The sun light pinches her body and eyes,
Therefore she waits for the approach of night so eagerly,
At the day end she shuns laziness and prepares for her quest of a new victim.

She is in fact a darling of darkness, a devotee of the Satan,
A blood thirsty Dracula follower,
She is a beautiful blunder, an attractive destruction,
She is a cup of poison, a layer of honey on  surface.

She is here with her camouflage beauty and supple youth,
And is confident of her ingénue face and sweet voice,
Knows someone will definitely fall to her trap of phantasmagoria,
And then she would satisfy her biological needs.

She is a lesson to those who take in to superficial appearance,
And eloquently spoken words ,
Experience is a good school but the fees are high,
But here the fee is as high as death.

Sometimes things are not like that as they appear to be,
But some people see them the way they wish them to see,
They see with their eyes and feel with their heart,
And do not wish to use brain before they leap,
She is waiting for one man of such type.

A mountain looks splendid from a distance,
A trumpet sounds sweet  from a distance,
The reality is realized from privity,
Beauty lies in our eyes,
I sympathize the probable poor victim,
But it is his destiny, I pray for him.

Step up to the mic

Its not vital to be on the mic,
Not significant to perform on a stage,
But it  matters what one want to say,
How big way and new one's words ,
Opinions, benefit,inspire,awake the world.
Just singing a song ,delivering a speech
Or reading out a poem,
Without affecting  the course of time,
May gather claps of encouragement,
But a permanent impact matters most.
The claps before the performance,
Or the applaud after the delivery,
Matters when one becomes talk of the town.
Its not great to be important,
But it is important to be  great.

MY QUEEN

My queen,
The ruler of my soul,
The best woman I ever see,
The numero uno person of my life.
I need no praise, nor flatter,
To narrate how you are,
The simple truths about you ,
Would be sufficient to prove,
You to be the unparalleled and the unique,
Woman ever born on the earth.
God carefully crafted you,done all hard works
Keeping in mind to make one the best,
In all regards,beauty and youth,
Wisdom,cleverness and smartness.
My life, my existence,my entity,
Would be unfulfilled,half and unimaginable without you,
As you are the vibration of my heart,
The bits of my pulse,the inspiration of life,
The rhythm of my poems,theme of my story.
My life, my crown, my kingdom,
Owe your gracious presence in them,
No doubt I am the king around here,
But you are an uncrowned ruler,my queen.

THE STRUGGLER

A struggler by birth,
She born to a family,
That had a hand to mouth earning,
With counted loaf of bread,
And measured cups of milk,
Not to think about fish or meat,
Forget about festivity and celebrations,
Or about a save for the rainy days.(1)
In her childhood days,
She stayed cool and assured,
To get better next time, next month,next year,
That was never to come,
But made her learned to manage,to compromise,
With food, cloths, books, shoes everything,
And was forcefully satisfied.(2)
Everyday  sabre rattling between her parents,
Due to poverty, scarcity and his addiction to alcohol,
Nurtured a frightened childhood,
Matured her early for the responsibilities,
Of the younger ones,their hunger,their tears.(3)
As a dreamer by birth,
She was hopeful and expectant,
Of changing the world around her periphery,
Her household, younger brothers and sisters,
With her education, determination and dedication.(4)
With a mission in her mind,
She joined an affordable government school,
Not so reputed but close to her house,
And obtained a certificate of distinction,
Gold medals for extraordinary performances.(5)
Her dreams shattered,
By the corruption,nepotism,favouritism rampant in the society,
Each time she faced an interview for a government job.
Her hopes tattered,
As she did not have extra qualification as such,
A minister's letter or a phone call from a high official,
And lacked vitamin 'M' ,
To support her certificates and gold medals.(6)
When she was over-aged for the government jobs,
She joined a private hospital,
To work as a nurse and assured herself,
"Service to mankind is a service to God,
I am serving God, it is great in itself".(7)
For love, romance and marriage,
She had neither time nor mind to spare,
They remained fantasies for her,
Her responsibilities as the eldest,
Towards  younger ones after the early departure of her parents,
Their bread, butter,milk,oil, rice flour,
Books,copies, school fees, medicine,
Never allowed her instincts, personal desires,
To top her priority list.(8)
May you count her to be,
An unfortunate loser,
But as per me she never lost,
Her hopes, confidence or patience,
Or battered her character,dignity or self respect,
To have a better life for herself only,
And willingly remained answerable,
But never she questioned anyone.
Definitely she is a struggler,
Undoubtedly a winner as well.(9)
  

Disloyal

Nothing was here for me before your arrival,
I was wandering bewildered in a vacuum,
In search of oxygen of happiness and peace,
To breath in and live on as a balanced man.
                          You rushed into my life like a storm,
                           Uninvited,unwarranted but desired,
                           With a shower of hope,future and dream,
                           Of settlement,stability and good fortune.
I greeted and trusted you with all my heart,
Cried near you my condition my grief,
Showed you my sufferings, my wound,
Everything I shared frankly and honestly.
                           You took pity on me or may be got impressed,
                            By my truth,simplicity and openness,
                            Caressed my head,"I am with you",
                             "To love and live for you." you assured.
I still was hesitant, not knew why,
Warned you of this emotional bond,
"Not an act of a child, think and rethink over it"
 "Its an ocean of fire, that you called love."
                           " Once you commit would never be able to omit,
                             Be confident of what you said and I heard."
                             "Its an unchangeable, once in a life time act,
                             There is still for you time you can go back."
You nod in affirmation listening to all my words,
Confidence and character reflected in your deeds.
Face and smile hanging on it confirmed your love,
That as I believe for me  in your heart you have.
                          I began regarding each of your emotions,
                          Fulfilling your demands willingly or otherwise,
                           Bowed to your coquettish whims in the name of love
                          Gave you  much attention that you never deserve.
But you,may be had for love your own definition,
Gifts,parties,enjoyments, for you are the features of relation
You believe love to be a bond of body, I a blend of mind.
Hence I stay away than to be despite such a huge gap in opinion
                       You know I can not bow to do against my will any further
                        And wished to be physically away but mentally together,
                        I do not have any petty,sensual or material  expectation,
                       May you call me disloyal but God knows of my decision.


                          

LIFE AND DEATH

When life comes,
               Blows  it's great guns,
                       Cries while coming,
                                But let others happy.
When death comes,
            Comes stealthy,unnoticed,
                     Bearing smiles on its face,
                                     But makes all cry. 
Life is very disloyal,
       Can not be trusted to come,
                       Goes back at its will,
                           Even after knocking.
But death is not disloyal,
          Its smart and punctual,
                    Reaches in its time,
                           Any how every where.
when a child comes we became happy but when someone our near and dear goes we cry out.But this is a naked truth that we came here to go away one day.

फ़िक्र-ए-इश्क़

फ़िक्र-ए-इश्क़ के ऊपर फ़िक्र-ए रोजगार हावी  हो जाता  है ,
वर्ना   हम भी आशिक  थे अव्वल  दर्जे के ।

ख्याल-ए- माशुका से पहले फ़िक्र-ए-रोजगार आ  जाता  है ,
वर्ना  हम तो दीवाने थे तेरी  मुश्कान के । 

लाल परी

तेरी बेवफाई ने तो मेरी जान निकाल ही ली थी ,
लाल परी ने फिर से मेरी जान में जान डाल दी। 

सरीक-ए-गम

सरीक-ए-गम आप  न हो सके ,
                   रफ़ीक -ए-हयात आप क्या होते ?
अगर हम दिल की लगी आपसे कर लेते ,
                        जिंदगी काटे नहीं कटती रोते रोते। 

SEDUCTION

She does all possible efforts to seduce him,
With her wild beauty,youth and feminine fragrance.
Anticipates him to react to her erotic message,
And surrender to her untold ,unuttered desire.
But he never bowed to beastly instincts,
Never pay attention to such temporary things. 
Worships heart not body as she expects,
And is always against publicising private aspects.
Hence he preferred to run away from here, 
And remain safe, pious behind his closed door. 

BLESSED

I feel deserted,restless and lonely,
Like a solitary, helpless soul,
Among the shouting, fighting crowd,
Of  this busy for nothing world.
                                        I feel the urge to share my mind,
                                        My solitude, wish,hope and my heart,
                                        My feelings,expectations, sorrow,  pain
                                        With you, her , him and Him.
But you, her and him,
Surrounding me and my life
Are all on your own track,
That never seems touching mine.
                                         Living an egocentric,materialistic life,
                                         I knew none would like to hear me,
                                         And believe me,my facts, my truth.
                                         Unrelated to them on this fast moving earth.
Hence I preferred the last option Him,
And confide Him my words, my pain,
But He neither replied nor assured me,
I went away very sad,dejected to sleep.
                                        In dream, I feel a tap on my back,
                                        And heard someone said to me,"Son,
                                         I am with you, never be worried,
                                         I will despatch as per your deed."
A current went through my vein,
I got up bold,confident with my pen,
To believe ,trust and rely on Him
And work,write, live or die for Him. 

COME BACK

Every day,I go that way,
Where we first  saw each other,
Our eyes met,hearts vibrated speedily, simultaneously,
We exchanged smiles,introduced ourself ,
Recognised and acknowledged the feelings we had,
Hidden in our heart for each other.
The germinated new powerful emotion,
Forced both of us to go there,
Everyday, same time, without fail,
Punctually like the loudspeaker of a Mosque or the Church bell,
To feel a new unseen pleasure,sensation,
That we both intended to part with.
Our venue changed as the time progressed,
The shopping mall,the first day movie cinema hall,
Cushions of ice-cream parlours,
Neon lights of hotel banquet hall,sensuous parks,
Moonlit dread-lonely roads and my pillion,
Witnessed hours of whispers,fake cry and laughters.
All on a sudden I do not know what happened to you,
You disappeared uninformed from the scene, 
Or may be from the city,
As if you have promised to yourself,
Not to be among them any day,
Those were our favourites,
Just in order to test my patience,
Or to make my thirst more intense.
But I know,believe it is temporary from you ,
Or may be you are under some compulsion.
As you can not be wrong,unfaithful or deceiver,
More over you are not a passed time,
Which could never come back again,
You know I am your present and I am confident,
To be your future,hence you must come back,
Today,  tomorrow or day after,
Before its too late and before I leave the earth,
With a shy in my mind, with a cry in my heart
I am waiting for you,you must take note of that.  

I MISS YOU MUCH

Without the echo of your voice,the morning air goes dumb,
Or may be due to reason unknown, my heart goes numb.
               The blazing heat and killing humid of the summer noon,
               Ineffective for me as your presence  provide me cool sensation.
But without you, through out this hot day from dawn to dusk,
I feel restless,lonely, harassed,undone,bewildered  and hurt.
               In the evening, the moon light soft and cool,
               In your absence pinch my body mind and soul.
Night without you unimaginable, I can not picture the scene.
Long,unending, sleepless, boring, horrible like a bad dream.
              Without you  my life, my youth,my entity is such,
              Come to me,hold me hard and close., I miss you much.

जिन्दगी और मौत

जिन्दगी जब भी आती है ,
                बडा  शोर मचाती है,
                               खुद तो रोती है
                                       पर सबको हँसाती है।
और मौत जबभी आती है ,
                  दबे पाऊँ बेआवाज़ आती है
                               खुद मुस्कुराती है
                                                पर सब को रुलाती   है।
जिंदगी बड़ी बेवफा है ,
        आने का भरोसा नहीं   हैं ,
                             दस्तक  देकर  भी
                                           वापस चली जाती  है।
मगर  मौत तो  बावफा  है ,
                       बडी  तेज तर्रार है
                                     अपने वक्त पर कहीं भी ,
                                             कैसे भी पहुँच ही जाती है।