Wednesday, February 15, 2012

askho ki baate..






Aansu.o ke dharm-o-imaa.n bhi ajeeb hote hain,
Jab koi nazar me na ho tab ye kareeb hote hain...

Jo insaa.n zindagi ko roshan kar jaate hain,
Wo khud bade betarteeb hote hain...

Insaano ki aadat na ho toh hi achha hai,
Bichadke na Milne waale bade badnaseeb hote hain...

Rula ke chale gaye, bas Aansu hi na chalak aate,
Palko me ruke hue ansu.on ke dard ab sahe nahi jaate..

Dil ko Aabaad rakhte Hai Ek Shehar-E-Khamoshan Ki Tarah,
Har Taraf Log To Hain Magar Phir Bhi Tanhai piye jaate hain..

Tanhaiyo me Jaan Jalaye jaate hain Saari Raat...!!
Khud Hi dar Pe dastak deke phir Khud Hi kaun puchhe jaate hain...!!

Wednesday, December 28, 2011

Main Nahin Aaunga....



Main nahi aaunga

Main nahi aaunga..

Un bheege gaalo me, rukhe baalo me,
Chand sawalo me, jhukti daalo me..
Main nahi aaunga..

Dosto ki thitholi me, mohalle ki holi me,
Behna ki doli me, koyal ki boli me..
Main nahi aaunga...

Un lehraate pardo me, unsune fardo me,
Raat se bhi kaale dardo me...
Main nahi aaunga..

Maa ke aanchal me, kaare Kajal me,
Bin barse badal me, gungunati aukhal me...
Main nahi aaunga...

Main nahi aaunga..

Main kyu aau, jab dana-pani uth gaya..
Panchi akela, apno se rooth gaya..

Main kyu aau, jab koi naamleva nahi..
Maut bhi zindagi si jaanleva nahi..

Main kyu aau, jab dukh bhi haar gaya..
Bar baar uthe kadam, par aham maar gaya..

Main kyu aau,jab tum mujhe nahi pukarte..
Main kyu aau, jab tum mujhe nahi niharte..

Main nahi aaunga..

Main nahi aaunga..

Ab jeete ji marr jaunga, par main nahi aaunga,
Apni saanso ko apne me hi dafnaunga..

Apni hi mayyat pe khushi ki mausiqi gaunga,
Haar kar toot jaunga, bikhar jaunga..

Par main nahi aaunga..

Main nahi aaunga.. Main nahi aaunga...

Saturday, October 29, 2011

I died Yesterday..

*Conversation with God*


Raaste naapta, bhatakta sa, aaya tere dar par,
Sookhi aankhe, dil me gubaar, saanse bezaar..

Lakho sawaalo ke baadal liye, chaahto ke saanp liye,
Chala aaya hoo.n, chehre pe shikano.n ke Chenaab liye..

Hazaro khwahishie.n, laakho arziyaan, an'ginat shikayate,
Zindagi ki andhi daud me bhool gaya, teri aa'yatei.n..

Tere dar ki garm seedhiyo.n pe mila woh thanda sukoo.n,
Har badhte kadam ke saath, kam hote gaye mere zunoo.n..

Mit gaya ranz-o-gam, mit gayi meri hasti,
Tera noor barasta raha, mera wajood-- bas masti..

Jab teri nazar aaya, kho gaya ehsaas, kho gaya fareb,
Iss kadar beparda hua tere saamne, ki ban gaya naseeb..

Shikayato.n ke karavaa.n liye aaya tha tere darr,
Bas, jhuki si aankhe.n hi kar paya tere nazar..

Ro padi banzar aankhe, gamo ka Sota(geyser)beh gaya,
Dard, dar-b-dar hua, mujhe alvida keh gaya..

Arziyoo.n ke band lifafe, khul na sake tere saamne,
Aaankhe band hui khud-b-khud, mann laga khudko naapne..

Dil-e-veera.n bhar gaya, teri mehr ke noor se,
Manzil ko paa liya, kho gaya raasta, aaya tha door se..

Sunte the teri baadshahat-e-dil ke kisse,
Tere roo-b-roo, bikhar gaye meri MAIN(I) ke hisse

Tere darr ki khushboo me khud ko paaya,
Phir jaha.n nazar gayi, bas TU hi TU nazar aaya..

Jaltarang bajj utthe, saaz-o-saazinde kho gaye,
Mujhe Tu, Tujhme Main, banda-khuda ek ho gaye..

Monday, October 10, 2011

Main roya pardes....



Main roya pardes mein bheega maa ka pyaar, Dukh ne dukh se baat ki bin chitthi bin taar

Chota karke dekhiye jiwan ka vistaar, Aankhon bhar aakash hai baahon bhar sansaar

Leke tan ke naap ko ghoome basti gaanv, Har chaadar ke gher se baahar nikle paanv

Sabki pooja ek si alag alag har reet, masjid jaaye maulvi koyal gaaye geet

Pooja ghar mein moorti mira ke sang shyaam Jiski jitni chaakri utne uske daam

Saaton din bhagawaan ke kya mangal kya pir Jis din soye der tak bhookha rahe fakir

Achhi sangat baitha kar sangi badle roop Jaise milkar aam se meethi ho gai dhoop

Sapna jharna neend ka jaagi aankhein pyaas Pana khona khojna saanson ka itihaas

Chaahe geeta vaachiye ya padhiye quraan Mera tera pyaar hi har pustak ka Gyaan------

Thursday, September 29, 2011

Surile Aansu

Surile aansu

Surile aansu, palko pe baithe hain..
Surile aansu, gam ko samete hai..

Gar tera gam, mera ho jaye..
Bas yuhi dil tera ho jaye..
Ek sapna bas, yuhi kho jaye.
Dil ki dua, pyar ho jaye...
Hmmmmm..hmmmmm....

Surile aansu, palko pe baithe hain..
Surile aansu gum ko samete hai...

Ye aansu kyu lagte yu apne hain..
In aankho me tere hi sapne hain..
Chandni bhi, laage kyu tapne hain..

Surile aansu palko pe baithe hain...
Surile aansu, gam ko samete hain...

Sooni sooni, aankho ki basti hai...
Bewajah  kyu aankhe barasti hai..
Tere naam se kyu, dhadkan larajti hai..

Surile aansu palko pe baithe hai..
Surile aansu gam ko samete hai...

Tanhayi me, kyu muskuraate hai..
Bheegi agni me jalte jaate hain..
Aansu mere, kyu jhilmilate hai..

Surile aansu, palko pe baithe hain..
Surile aansu gam ko samete hain...
Surile aansu.... Surile aansu.. 

kya tumhe yaad hai.....?

Kya tumhe yaad hai..

Un bheegi palko se ghar ko niharna..
Aadhi raat ko neend me maa ko pukarna..

Chote haatho me maa ko bhinchna..
Bundi k laddu ko dekh aankhe meechna..

Chhoti ki kohni ko bebaat marodna..
Mitti k gharonde bana bana kar todna..

Chuttiyo me mausi ke ghar jaane ko machalna..
Woh patte k done me rasgulle ka ras tapakna..

nanhe nahe pairo se galiyo ko maapna..
Kutto ko pathhar mar k tez bhagna..

Homework k liye madam se roz jhooth bolna..
Naani ki kahani me pariyo sang dolna..

Choti choti baat par muh fula lena..
Choti si chaddi me amrood chupa lena..

Yuhi bewajah hansna
Phir yuhi udaas ho jaana..

Class ki bench par filmo ke naam likna..
Dost k tiffin me sandwich k tukde k liye ladna..

Maa k paas sone k liye bhai se jhagadna..
Nayi t-shirt milne par dosto k saamne akadna..

Woh makki ki roti par ghee ka tir aana..
Kheer-puri kha kha k wahi gir jaana..

Narangi ki goliyo me bachpan ko choosna..
Woh galti karne par mann ka kachotna..

Papa k razor ko gaalo pe ghisna..
Woh inshirt na hone se PT sir se pitna...

Roz doodh pee kar tang aa jaana..
Roz maa se maggi ka promise paana..

Woh exams k naam se hi darr jaana..
Aur result k naam pe jeete jee mar jaana..

Woh papa ki daant khana..
Woh mummy ka laad ladana..

Kya tumhe yaad hai..
Ab toh ye sab yaadien hain.

Unsuni fariyaade hain..
Ab khudse hi jujhta hu..

Haar kar .. Khudse hi puchta hu   ..

Kya tumhe yaad hai..?

Kya tumhe yaad hai....?

kya tumhe yaad hai.....?

Thursday, March 17, 2011

How sleep the brave, who sink to rest,
By all their country's wishes blest !
When Spring , with dewy fingers cold ,
Returns to deck their hallowed mould,
She there shall dress a sweeter sod
Than Fancy's feet have ever trod.
By fairy hands their knell is rung;
By forms unseen their dirge is sung;
There Honour comes , a pilgrim grey ,
To bless the turf that wraps their clay;
And Freedom shall awhile repair
To dwell a weeping hermit there !




How sleep the brave..

Analysis is here:
help me if it is bad.
The whole theme of the poem is a
prais to the courageous
soldiers. Whho sacrificed their lives in
the name of their country.Poet created
a beautiful image of their
funeral ,done by nature .
In the first stanza, there is a beautiful
image of spring, which is decoratng
the grave of resting soldier . Nature is
giving him honour by more glorifying
its traits. Poet emphasises by sayin
" Fancys have ever trod" . By using this
abstract figure poet valued nature' s
natural decoration of that land which
is done for those men who dared for
its protection.
In second stanza, poet is illustrating
the status of courageous soldiers, that
they are not treated as normal peole
who come to death ,they are the
special ones for whome the knell is
rung by unseen hnds or angelic
hands. Their funeral song celebrated
by angels and other special unseen
ones .Honoure 's H written in capital
shows emphasises that their honour
is hightend with natural blessings . For
the out standing doer who provided
peace, comfort and freedom to the
land in the cost of their lives.
Poem consist lots of personifications
spring, freedom, honour are the
subjects. Rhyme sheme is regular
AABBCC. All the use of visual images
are for displaying the praise the pride
of bave soldiers .