Monday 30 May 2011

जीवन एक दौड़



ज़िन्दगी की पटरियों पर,
दौड़ रहे हैं हम रेल ही तरह,
अपनी अपनी मंजिलों को,
पाने की तलाश में..

कभी ख़ुशी, कभी गम,
ये हैं वो पड़ाव,
जहाँ जहाँ रुकते हैं,
हम इस जीवन की राह में..

मिल जाते है लोग अनेक,
कुछ आम, कुछ ख़ास,
कुछ छोड़ जाते हैं,
कुछ साथ निभाते धूप-छाओं में..

जब रूकती है ये रेल गाड़ी,
अपनी मंजिल पर,
और मुड़कर पीछे देखते हैं हम,
कि क्या खोया, क्या पाया इस राह में..

रह जाती हैं सिर्फ यादें,
उन हसीं पलों की,
जिन्हें जी न पाए हम पूरी तरह,
उस मंजिल को पाने कि दौड़ में..



Tuesday 24 May 2011

Before I die!

There are things to do, 
Before I die.
There are milestones to cover,
Before I die.


There are memories to make,
Before I die.
There are rules to break,
Before I die.


There will be the dusk of an awful day,
Before I die.
The dawn of a fresh new day will break,
Before I die.


I'll traverse all the man-made boundaries,
Before I die.
I'll seek the most in every meandering,
Before I die.


I'll quench my thirst for knowledge,
Before I die.
I'll satiate my hunger for travel,
Before I die.


There are places to go,
Before I die
There are endeavours to make,
Before I die.




There are mysteries to solve,
Before I die.
There are thoughts to scribble,
BEFORE I DIE. 













Tuesday 3 May 2011

The DAWN



On the threshold of night,
lies the dawn of a fresh day,
which leaves all those desperate souls,
Delirious and gay.

A sigh of relief,
a sparkle in the eyes,
when the fresh dew drops kiss,
Their cheeks and their eyes.

A spark of new hopes,
a lease of new life,
the subdued pleasures,
Had come to a new life!

The cold and heartless night,
which had left the souls forlorn,
Perished for the dawn of a virginal morning.

Chirping birds,
with feathers blue and green,
The Sun shining bright,
Gleamed from within the clouds.

Those zombies were now souls,
with emotions thronging on their faces,
The ruthless night,
Didn't even leave its traces. 

While the mortals danced around,
the chirping birds made a merry sound,
the dark and solemn gray had gone forever,
The nature had done its endeavor!


The GRAY



Everything dies,
So does the day,
Then comes the night,
With all its gray.


The night of endless wanderings,
of owls, insomniacs and shrieks,
Of Zombies and Vampires,
And dreams and despair.


When desperate souls,
wail in solitude,
And the creatures of night,
Search for their mates.


The dogs bark and snarl,
The wolves howl,
And the monsters take a stroll,
In the midnight, to prowl.


The stoned eyes await,
the fall of Dawn,
the first ray of light,
That leaves them astound.