Showing posts with label Poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poem. Show all posts

Friday, March 06, 2015

Another forgotten poem from my scribbles

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Oh my God! It seems like my mail box is resurrecting all the forgotten scribbles.

I found another one yesterday and yes, I'm happy that I found it :)

I wrote this when I knew that one of my friends was missing us badly and was mentioning how we used to enjoy when we were together!

Here's it goes:
Courtesy: Google Images




Un lamhon ko kaise bhula payenge hum,
Jiske wajeh se bhul paaye hum bohat se ghum.

Bas faasle hi hain, jo thodi si badi hain,
Par tere yaadon se meri dil toh bhari hain.

Jab tak mujhe yaad aayegi tumhaari,
In aansuonse rahegi meri samjhouta jaari

Woh hasi mazaak tumne jo sabko baata hain,
Unke bina toh humaare zindagi mein sirf sannata hain

Un lamhon ko kaise bhulenge hum,
Jiske wajeh se bhul paaye hum bohat se ghum.

Monday, February 16, 2015

A forgotten poem from my scribbles!

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Was going through the drafts folder in my mail box and I happened to find this poem. I don't even remember when I wrote this but yeah, I'm happy that I found it :)

There you go!

Abhi aur tutne ki himmath nahi hain hum mein..

Jitna tutna tha, usse jyada hi tukde kiye hain..

Lagta hain kabhi apne bikhre tukdon ko reth na kardu..

Ab karen bhi toh kya, apne aap ko tabah na kardu..


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Poetic mood :)

Monday, September 22, 2014

Kabhi..!!

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Source: Google Images

Khade the kabhi hum is kinaare pe,
Sirf intzaar tha, tumhaare ik ishaare ke.

Sach aur galat k beech ki jo tanhaayi thi,
Bas wohi thi, jo mere dil pe chaayi thi.

Humko ab kisika intzaar nahi,
Aisa nahi ki mere dil mein tumhaare liye pyaar nahi,
Bas ab main tumhaara woh yaar nahi.

Kabhi khade the hum tere liye is kinaare pe!!

Saturday, September 13, 2014

Hatred turning to Love

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I went to Chennai with hatred, pure hatred it was. "New place, new people, new food, new culture. I've to manage anyhow for a month or two, till I get my training done and then I'm off to a different place", I said to my colleague sitting next me. "What do you think I'm gonna do?" he asked. I understood, we both travelling in the same boat.

In the next few days, while I was busy hating Chennai, God has made his moves to add some life to my life and introduced me to wonderful people whom I now call, friends! The hatred for Chennai was then replaced with friendship.


Early in the morning at The Rocky Beach, Pondicherry

I was so happy that the place where I lived did not matter, the sweat in the hot sun was no more a problem, the hunt for a flat to live after checking out from the office guest house seemed like fun and the best one is when my friend came to me and said, "Shinde! Mere hostel ke saamne aloo ke parathe milte hain yaar. Chal aaj office ke baad dinner wahi pe karenge". I felt like I was being awarded for some Godly task when I had the first bite of the paratha followed by the tang of the sour lemon pickle dished side to it. 

There were a lot of things which did not bother me anymore. Happiness was defined there for me.

Those long lasting gossips, those never ending waiting for a friend to come out of his cubicle to go home, those silly fights for a reason which doesn't even exist in this universe, those calls to a friend in the office, just to see how it would feel to talk for free of cost in the office intercom, those long, in fact very long and unnecessary chats just to check the new smileys on the office communicator, those crucial discussions, just to decide where are we going to eat that night, those sudden trips to the never seen places and boarding the wrong bus on return which resulted in six hours of extra travel, those silly names of the movies during dumb charades, those extra workouts in the gym and that moment when you realize that you lost your weight instead of gaining it ;) those excited moments after training gets finished and the smile on your face which says you are going to be in project for some real work, those unforgettable weekend plans, those unbelievable window shopping in the malls, those coincidental dinners, those evenings at the beaches, those birthday parties and the bike's breakdown in the middle of the night, those crazy stupid pillow fights, those unlimited photo sessions, those every weekend movie plans, those trails to learn swimming on our own, those calls to our homes and the emotional talks, those nicknames and the teasing when someones crush just walks by and what not! How can I forget the DJ night!!! That is when we knew, anybody can dance.

But, the day finally came. My transfer request to Pune got approved and I suddenly realized, what I'm going to miss. Three more days left and I felt like I'm going away from my home, again. It's like it was yesterday when all these things happened and today I'm here, writing this post on my blog. I got what I wanted, but it came with a cost.


Me in Chennai with my Friends :)

I managed to write few lines while the emotions played with my tears at the railway station and slowly I saw my friends waving hands disappear with the increasing speed of the train. Dedicated to the Chennai and the friends who made the Chennai possible!

Jab aaye the hum yaha,
Toh nafrat hi tha tumse, aur kuch nahi. 

Jab aaye the hum yaha,
Toh nafrat hi tha tumse, aur kuch nahi.

Ab jaa rahe hain hum, tumse door,
Toh palko mein hain aansu, aur bichadne ka ghum.

Ab khush toh hum hain nahi,
Kyu ki, ab hum, toh hum nahi.


I'll miss you Chennai, I'll miss you guys!

P.S : Chennai is a wonderful city, you just have to give some time to settle down. Once you're settled, trust me, you'll like it :)

Monday, September 08, 2014

Aaj Mujhe Kuch Kehna Tha....!!!!

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We'll find very fewer people in this world with whom we wish to sit and spend time. Even though we sit in silence for a long time, we later realize that those moments spent with him/her belong to most wonderful chapters of your life. Those chapters, which you can remember as just a day before today, even when you story them to your grand children.

It all starts with, Aaj Mujhe Kuch Kehna Tha....!!!!


Aaj mujhe kuch kehna tha,
Magar kya karu!
Is beraham duniya k aage, sharam ka naqaab jo pehna tha,
Shayad khuda ki yehi marzi hain, is dard ko ab mujhe hi sehna tha.

Shaayad woh ek hi mahina tha,
Jo mujhe tumhaare sang, tumhaare palko ke saaye mein rehna tha.
Sach kahu, us mahine ke har din mujhe tumse kuch kehna tha,
Bas tumhaare sang, tumhaare palko ke saaye mein rehna tha.

Tum dekhti reh gayi,
Main sochta reh gaya,
Pal beet te reh gaye.

Zara sa ishaara toh kar deti,
Ik muskaan toh hoton par laa deti,
Tab woh Chandini bhi maanjaati,
Aur apne saare taare tumhare sajawat k liye bhej deti.

Aaj mujhe dil se kuch kehna tha,
Magar kya karu!
Is beraham duniya k aage, sharam ka naqaab jo pehna tha
Shayad khuda ki yehi marzi hain, is dard ko ab mujhe hi sehna tha.

Wednesday, August 27, 2014

Zindagi

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Source: Google Images

Zindagi mein kuch galtiya, Sabhi ko maaf hote hain,

Kuch dil ke khaas, Toh kuch khilaaf hote hain,

Zara ghour se suno, Arey zara ghour se suno,

Ghum k mausam mein, Khaamoshi ke bhi alfaaz hote hain.

Thursday, July 31, 2014

Bounded Life

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Got bored working at office and also got some inspiration from the compliments received from people who read my previous posts. Life has a lot of things to unfold everyday. It completely depends on us that we identify the unfolded part.

We are bound by destinies,
We are bound by fate.

I’m waiting for the date,
On which my future opens the Golden Gate.

I want to climb the tower,
So that I can happily shower,
My love and power,
And be an icon in history ever.

I wanna fly,
I wanna try,
I wanna cry,
Fulfill all the above before I die.

It’s just because,
We are bound by destinies,
We are bound by fate.

--xx--
 

Tuesday, July 29, 2014

My First Poem - India is one of the greatest countries in the world

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I never thought that I'll be writing a poem in my life. After listening to the 2012 Delhi gang rape that took place in Delhi, the capital of our Mother land. I wish if there were no bus came at that time to give her lift, I wish if those people in the bus were not drunk, I wish if she did not come out of her house on that day, I wish if someone could have saved her, I wish, I wish, I wish and I just wish one thing!!!! If something or the other change in time on December 16, 2012 saved her life.


My Poem:


India is one of the greatest countries in the world.
I guess our future generations will only read it but not believe it. 

People think 100 times before assembling their personal computer.
But not at times, when they go for electing the people in the assembly. 

Everybody wants no one to comment on their sisters.
But, they keep their sisters in space when they comment on someone else’s. 

They neither change, nor keep quite.
But, they always say that, what we do is not right! 

A country is never made up of states.
But, can always be built by public’s mind’s state. 

People never buy, or keep it because it’s a newspaper.
But, it’s always in their mind that someday, it can be used as a wrapper. 

Nobody knows what is the tax to be paid this annual.
But, most know, what is the bribe to be paid at which signal. 

Politics has become a weapon. 
Religion became bullets.
But, innocents became targets. 

India is one of the greatest countries in the world.
I guess our future generations will only read it but not believe it.

P.S: This post does not mean to offend anyone or any organization in anyway. It is just my personal opinion.


Tuesday, July 15, 2014

Woh Pal, Bas Guzre Hue Kal..

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Memories

Guzre hue kal ko phir se jee nahi sakte,
In yaadon ko toh dil se mita nahi sakte.

Yeh tasveer hi hain, jo kal ko kal bhi dikhayegi,
Jise dekhte hi is pathar k dil pe ik nami si cha jaygi.

Magar karen bhi toh kya..!!

Guzre hue kal ko phir se jee nahi sakte,
In yaadon ko toh dil se mita nahi sakte. 

Thank You Mom..!! :)

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Mom and the child

You gave me birth,
Brought me into this earth,
Saved me from this world's dirt,
Helped me travel longer than Perth.

Thank you is a very small word Mom.
But still, thank you. 
Thank you for everything.