Freedom

If it takes a date to make you realize of your freedom then you are not free.

If it takes sacrifice to sustain your freedom then you are not free.

You are not free if it takes others to take a stand for you.

If you are able to embrace thy wind with open arms then you are free.

If you have your heart filled with love and joy then you are free.

If you are able to laugh unconditionally then you are free.

If you celebrate life daily then you are free.

Freedom is not a date or an occasion, it’s the celebration of life every single day.

Celebrate life celebrate freedom.

दौड़

जंग रोटी की कब दौड़ नोटों की बन गई तुझे पता भी ना चला,

ये ज़िन्दगी तो सपनो की थी कब मंज़िलो की बन गई तुझे पता भी ना चला।।

 

यूँ तो ख्वाबो की होली जलाते कितनो को देखा है हमने, कब ये तेरी फितरत ही बन गई तुझे पता भी ना चला,

ज़िन्दगी मिली थी तुझे मुस्कराने के लिए कब ये तेरी उदासी बन गई तुझे पता भी ना चला।।

 

यारो की भीड़ बढ़ते बढ़ते कब दुश्मनों की बन गई तुझे पता भी ना चला,

मोह्ब्बत वो तुझ से दूर होते होते कब बेगानी हो गई तुझे पता भी ना चला।।

 

इस ज़िन्दगी के सफर में कब तेरी मंज़िल तुझ से बिछड़ गई तुझे पता भी ना चला,

कहानी जो प्यार से शुरू हुई कब तक़रार में बदल गई तुझे पता भी ना चला।।

 

तराना ज़िन्दगी का यूँ बेसुरा राग हुआ जिस का अंदाज़ा तुझे ना जाने कितने सालो बाद हुआ,

जवानी को फूँक कर बुढ़ापा जब तेरे साथ हुआ, तब जा कर तुझे अपने सूनेपन का अहसास हुआ।।

 

निन्यानवें के फ़ेर में ना जाने कब तेरा घर ही तुझ से बेज़ार हुआ,

कौड़ियाँ बटोरता रहा तःउम्र और यूँही जीवन तेरा बेकार हुआ।।

 

छोड़ कर वो प्यार का आँचल तूने उम्मीद करी कि आग ठंडक दे तो क़ुसूर तो तेरा था,

छोड़ कर वो आंगन अपना सोचा कि वो वीरानियाँ तुझे राहत दें तो क़ुसूर तो तेरा था।।

 

कब तेरी गलतियाँ तेरा ही हिज़ाब बन गई तुझे पता भी ना चला,

मौसम के बदलते रंग के जैसे कब तेरी फ़ितरत बदल गई तुझे पता भी ना चला।।

 

जंग रोटी की कब दौड़ नोटों की बन गई तुझे पता भी ना चला,

ये ज़िन्दगी तो सपनो की थी कब मंज़िलो की बन गई तुझे पता भी ना चला।।

Starry Night

When I walk on the road in a starry night,

Still there’s a darkness which lie hidden inside.

 

That shinning smile I still carry in my heart,

It still feels the same though it has been years since we are apart.

 

The chill of the wind shakes thy spine,

The memories are still afresh when you were all mine.

 

That shore still holds those immortal footprints,

Those moments of love went by in a blink.

 

I still miss those fingers entangled in thy hair strands,

Those eyes with oceanic depth and no end.

 

How can I forget thy majestic kiss,

which sucked all sorrows and gave thy sensual bliss.

 

The life has spun like the roulette wheel,

We still carry those wounds which will perhaps never heal.

 

We often walk thy forsaken ground,

But how hard you try doesn’t matter as it’s never going to come around.

 

Nobody knows but its the writer’s curse,

The words he pen down will never come out of those verse.

 

In the world of thought he might get the queen,

But in the real world he would just never win.

 

When I walk on the road in a starry night.

Hope

In the darkest of nights there’s hope for the light,

What matters in life is the will to go on and a hope to hold on tight.

 

Loneliness of the heart often deprives you of dreams,

Being lonely is painful but that doesn’t mean that you give in.

 

In the jungle of life there are challenges that you will face,

Loses will be there but you will always find hope to embrace.

 

You will find love and your heart will be broken,

Don’t lose hope as there will always be someone to mend the broken.

 

Failures will haunt you and hunger will break you inside,

Have a little faith as the sea there are little high and low tides.

 

Things will go haywire and you will have to take all the fire,

Stand your ground and for once fight like a King’s heir.

 

Never give up on your dreams whatever be the case,

You will gain memories that even time will not be able to erase.

 

Moments of sorrow will soon disappear,

There will be joy and life without fear.

 

In the darkest of nights there’s hope for the light,

What matters in life is the will to go on and a hope to hold on tight.

Memories

I close my eyes I see thy face,

it’s those memories I find hard to erase.

The shackles of time might have tied my hands,

But there is a hope in my heart that I will meet you in the end.

The beauty of your eyes I can not forget,

Those memories are still afresh when my fingers played with those hair strands.

Those memorable days and sleepless nights,

Still I remember thy love which reached incomparable heights.

Your love was like that soothing wind,

Which touched my soul and made my heart sing.

I Still remember those moments and everything,

That everyday which went by, I live daily in my dreams.

The time went cruel and did separated our paths,

Thy love got lost and we were set apart.

I could still see your eyes in the wake of the night,

I dreams of that love which once brought us to life.

I close my eyes I see thy face,

it’s those memories I find hard to erase.

Wind

Its the sound of the wind that unwinds the souls,

When all are busy in the humdrum forgetting where they actually belongs.

 

Momentary pleasures keeps drawing us down,

Its the morning breeze that uplifts that spirits and make us its own.

 

There’s a memory that we all try to erase,

Hiding it deep down under and never let it phase.

 

The glory of those old days which is forgotten in this rat race,

Its the beauty of the singing wind that just finds the lost treasure case.

 

It doesn’t discriminate either black or white,

What it says in those ears is that keep going on and put up a fight.

 

We all seek redemption on our different ways,

Being too harsh on ourselves isn’t going to help in this blind chase.

 

Learn to let go the things you hold on,

Life is like the wind it must keep moving on.

 

Spread your arms and let it embrace,

Stop sparing with yourself as its you who will be losing in every case.

 

Its a kid’s dream and a poet’s delight,

Bring out your pen or sporting shoes and play with all your might.

 

We all have to eyes for the beauty of the world,

All it takes is an effort to open up and look beyond this random goose chase.

 

Its the sound of the wind that unwinds the souls,

When all are busy in the humdrum forgetting where they actually belongs.

Inspiration

As the words remain hidden in the quilt of heart, The moments of life went unnoticed like a missed dart.

The experiences turned thy hairs grey, Time slipped out of the hands like the hunter’s prey.

The years of search never seems to end, Left behind is an old fort with no one to defend.

Realization struck hard as the time went by, No inspiration in the heart or the person for whom he could cry.

The adventurous journey came to an instant halt, The box of sweet memories when opened taste nothing but salt.

The dreams of thy fairyland faded in blink of an eye, All he could see that inspiration slowly die.

Tender wind turned into a vicious storm, Created havoc in thy life and broke the will to go on.

He fought hard with all his might, waiting for skys to shower a little bit of light.

Like Jason held on to his faith in the darkest of nights, He yielded his sword during the times when there was none to stand for the right.

Out of the darkness their comes the light, Remains of those dreams gave birth to new inspiring nights.

As the words remain hidden in the quilt of heart, The moments of life went unnoticed like a missed dart.