Saturday 19 May 2012

We Owe You.....



Bachpan mein jin hone chalna sikhaya tha....
Badappan mein jinki daat ne humey sambhala tha.......

Zindegi ki har khushi humari unhi ki
wajah se hai...
Unki dunia humsey aur humari Dunia ki
Shuruwat unhe se hai.....

Jab Jab dard kay badal chaaye....
Aankho mein koi bhi aansu tairr kar kay
aaye.....
Maa ne humey Samjhaya...
Pitaji ne humarey dukho ko baahar ka raasta hai dikhaya.....

Jeena humein Aapne hai Seekhaya.....
Khushi kya hoti hai iska har Ehsaas....
Humein Aapne hai karwaya......
Aur Bhagwan uper hotey hain....
mata-pita mein nahi yeh juth bhi aap
he ne humein bolna hai Sikhayaa.......

'A small dedication to all the Parents across the world from thier children......'

Saturday 12 May 2012

The Fire Still Burns......!!

When i came here

People didn't had the eyes to Dream.....
They just didn't believed in having a
Winning Stream.......

Big names were in this
Great Nation's list......still we lacked Behind.....
Wat was that which we missed
Was it our heart full of fear...or this blocked mind...

Brick by brick....I made the Wall.....
With my ambition and the vision.......The master went on
to set up records so Tall.......
The team which used to give up so easily
now started fighting so Hard....
Each Match Was a War of Fire on that
Land called the Twenty Second Yard.......

Well..all I did.......had to be paid off one day.........
My spirit had to be swiped off one day.....
Was cheated..n thrown out of my own Legacy
Had so many frnds but all of them
showed me the exit door....My life turned out to b completely Messy....

Years passed by....I came back again.......
....Was Back wid a Bang.......
That White skin of his now had a Shame
Fearless was i.....Fighting this Battle........
Time was over now....... as the skies of end Came...

Still the anger resides in me......
The same old field...the same Sword....
and that Twenty Second Yard.....
A day will  come...when people would
say......
We miss you DADA....
please come back and Play.....

P.S.-Sourav Ganguly...The Bengal Tiger...The Dada....wat to say about him.....
        Indian cricket team had many players....but none of them
        was a Tiger.....he was not a match winner...but a great leader
        and a game changer...........He made the Indian team to realize
        and understand the depth of the words like Passion....Agression....
        never say die attitude came along wid the beginning of the 'Gangulian ERA'
        Yes he was a good player...and the agression in his scream..in his eyes...
        still shows how passionate he is still for the game.....
        A small tribute for the man who cant be described by words and whose role
        for the indian cricket history and future is always overshadowed by other
        surrounding happenings......
        A Chappel can make a Ganguly reitre from the Team....
        But a Chappel can never have thousands of fans who will cry for him though he so Clean...
        And as the Crictics say-
        'Dhoni is the captain of Best Indian Cricket Team
        Ganguly was the Best Captain of the Indian Cricket Team'

         Yea one more thing........
         Greg Chappel.....Go Fuck Yourself.........

Friday 4 May 2012

Suttaaa Revisited.....


Dunia jahaan ko samjhata chala gaya...
Yeh Dhuaa Tumhe andarr se khaa jaaegaa
saath iska chodd do....
Warna iska nasha tumhey sachh aur juth ka faasla
bhulwaa jaayega....

Faaida kya hua dusro ko samjhane ka....
jab khud he suttey ki baahon mein
Khota chala gaya.....
Durr bhaagta tha jis sey
ussey ab aapne seene se lagata chala gaya.......

Jab Jab dil yeh toota
uss saali ka khayaal mere dil se 
iss suttey ne ek jhatkey mein jalayaa.......
sutta meri zindegi mein khushiyan
kai Saaray Packet Bharr ke laaya........

Ab kya kahun yaaro....
Suttey ne mujhe phir se Be-Fikrr jeena
hai seekhaya......
Suttey ne mujhe Apne Dushmano ki
Tasalli se maarna hai seekhaya.........

Fir jab jab kash main leta hun
Ab bhe dil-o-demag mein ek socha aajati hai.....
Dunia itni kamini hai.....
Firr akhir iss suttey mein aisi kya khasiyat hai
jo isne mujhe Jannat phir se dikhaii hai......

P.S.-As I said earlier....a cigerette never helps you in any thought process....
        or helps you to overcome any depression.....any sadness.......or any
        mental stress
        Fuck it.......jinko peena hai wo toh peyengay hee.......
        so smoke free and live heavenly.......as zindegi na milegi dobara....

Post P.S.-I never did....nor I am.nor I will be smoking ever....coz I am happy
                wid my life alot....and I dont need smoke to hinder my vision....:)
                CHEERS........

Suttaaa...


Peene ke baad har kash
Dil ko chain sa melne laga...
Udaas hua jab jab yeh dil
sutte ka sahara isko bepanaah mila....

Raakh giratey giratey
Aansu girana bhul gaya....
Dil ke tukde itne ho chuke the
ki unhe dubara jodne ka khayal
dil se gayab sa hone laga...

Andhere mein roshni dikhane 
wala chirag sa ban gaya tha
mera sutta....
Sutte ke pyaar mein ban chuka tha 
main ankho pe bina patti wala  ek laachaar andhaa...

Na jaane kaunse rakh kaun se gumm
ko bahar lejati thi...
Farsh pe gir ke mere gumm ko kaanch
ki tootne wali awaaz se hamesha wo
bacchha he  lete thi...

Phoonk Phoonk kar main akela sa hogya...
sutte ki rakh mein kab apno ko kho dea
abhi bhe pata nahe chala...

Anchahe raho par nikal chala
sutte ke dhuein meiun main bikhre
rastey pe agay badta chala gya...

Kohre ki tarah dhuaa mere dil-o-demag
pe chaa gya...
Jo paya tha usko apne hatho se hi gawa baitha...

Ab kitne bhi koshish karlun hatho mein sutte
ko na rakhne ki
Kambakkt apna aap laboo ko chuu leta hai..

Dhua aisa ho chala hai jo har saans ke sath
bina izazzat bahar nikal chalta hai...

Kahani hai yeh meri aur merey sutte ki...
par zindegi hai yeh teri jisne mere sutte
ki aadat ko gehra bana dea
Khaae pe khade hokar bhi khud koodne
se pehle sutta jalakar rakh ko khus se
pehle baha dea....

Cigarette smoking is injurious to health
and it never ever helps you in any way in any thought process
or any decision making or in overcoming any sadness....

Thursday 12 April 2012

Paul's ka Ladka....Raphaels ki Ladki



Tha woh din sardii ka....
jaa raha tha main apni cycle pe.....
Nazrein thi mere patto pe aur phoolo pe...
par kuch kame zarur thi unmein...

Jaise ho woh Lalit bhiyaa ke pohe
bina unn garma-garma chhollo key...

Achanak se wo mere samne se guzrii
Ek thandi se hawa mere dil ko
uski cycle ke bhe agay tak le uddii.....

Chehra dekh na paya uska thik se..
Peecha karne laga uska teezi se...
Aakhir the mere khayal bhi kuch
DHEET se...

Wo agay badti gae...Main peeche jata gaya...
Wo agay badti gae....Main peche jata gaya...
Uske baal hawa se udtey chaley gaye...
Kuch mauko pe uske gulabi gulabi
gaal bhi saaley mujhe dikh gaye....

Thand kaafi thi aur pehna tha usne bhi
Sweater.....
dil keh raha tha mera..........baaawaaaaa....
Romance hai aj toh Forecast of
Today's Weather......

Chaltey Chaltey hum manzil ke kareeb 
pahuchh rahe the...
Ankho mein toh uski bhe sholay se
bhadak rahe the

thoda pass kya gaya main.....
Dil dea zor se Dhadak...
Wo awaaz sunke uske kaan gaye 
Bhadak..
Awaaz de maine usko on the 
kullam-khulla Sadak...
sath ja rahe uski dost boli foot le yaha se
warna gaal pe tamachey khayegaa aj toh tu
Kadak-Kadak...

Main bhi veer bahadur ladko ke school se tha.....
Kabhi haar na maan ne wala aisa mera
SHOOL tha...

Kaha maine uske pass jaake....
Tumhare ankho mein NASHA hai
Tumahre dost bhaga rahe hai mujhko...
Kya Tumahre TAREEF  karne ki
itne badi SAZAA hai

Chupke se muskurayee wo
Palke jhapkaee woo...
Hastey-Hastey wo agay nikal gae....

Par saali isharo hi isharo mein
chutti ke wakt wapas melne ka bahana degae......

Rumaal girakar apna usne...
mera balance dia begaad
Has Has ke peeche aa rahe saatwi class ke 
ladko ne kardea mere image ka
bura haal...

Agay ki kahani zarur hai sunani....
Thoda sa karo intezaar.....
Kyunki mere dosto...yeh nahi hai
Filmo ki tarah Adhoora reh jaane wala pyaar....

To Be Continued

Tuesday 10 April 2012

The Sex...


I was nourished as a seed of love.....
I didnt know that people will hate me like a black dove

Times have changed...hearts have not
Minds have changed but thoughts have not....

They kill me,
They kill me even before i start to breathe......

I have equal right to be here
I have equal right to be free like a flying eagle........

I shed tears............I even shed blood
Books are for boys
For me there are always used toys...

I have been thrown away in rivers
I have been hung on trees
I have no woolen clothes 
To save myself from the winter freeze

What i have done
I dont understand
Being myself has become such a curse

Its just my existence which hurts you so much
Its just my life that makes you brutal so much

I was a muse for some
I was an inspiration for everyone

I was the prime ministr
I am the president
I was an IPS
Still answer to having a girl child is not a  YES

I doubt my fate every day
Just dont kill me thats what i pray the whole day

Today in indian villages and in cities
the girl child is still taken as a curse
Some are killed....many are not born...
Some are sold and some have terrible 
stories which are still untold......
Everyone has a right to live
                       SAVE THE GIRL CHILD