Tuesday, September 10, 2013

You still last somewhere inside...


I did it once and for the last,


People might call you my past.
But when you bring tears to my eyes now,
people can call you my past but I don't’ know how.

You  gave me joy,
Because of which I’m happy till now,
You gave me love,
On which we both were bow..

You gave me a life,
Which was just wow..
When you’re my past,
Why inside me you still last...


Saturday, July 13, 2013

मेरे देश को गाली मत देना ...




ना नारी ही सुरक्षित है ,
ना बच्चो को ही शिक्षा मिल रही है,
कही ख़्वाब पलकों से छीन रहें हैं,
खुदखुशी की यूँ होड़ लगी है .

हर गली में चोर रहते हैं,
हर गली में बैमानी बोल रही है,
फिर क्यूँ लोग मेरे देश को गाली देते,
जब भ्रष्टता तो घर घर में खेल रही है .

कोई बिना पढ़े घर डिग्री ले आता,
कहीं करो की चोरी मुह खोल रही है,
कोई रिश्वत, मिलावट में मर जाता,
कहीं बिजली की चोरी हो रही है. 

खुद को रोक लो बिकने से चाँद सिक्को के लिए,
अब तो सिक्को की कीमत भी गिर रही है,
मेरे देश के युवाओं बचा लो इस देश को  ,
इसकी हस्ती काली परछाइयों से घिर गयी है .


अगर खुद न किया हो कुछ कम ऐसा तुमने ,
तो बेशक मेरे देश को कोस लेना ,
पर अगर जो खाया है इस धरती का नमक तो,
खुद करके चोरी मेरे देश को गाली  मत देना ...
खुद करके चोरी मेरे देश को गाली मत देना ...



Friday, July 12, 2013

:(

Dil hi dil mein jo mehsoos kiya kerte the,
Wo baat zahir na ker sake kabhi bhi sareaam.

Na doori hi thi humare beech, na hi hum kareeb the,
Bas fasla kam hone ke intezar mein guzarti thi her sham.

Na Nafrat hi ker sake, na de paye mohobbat ko hi anjam,
Toot ke jo choor ho gaya, wo dil ab aayega bhala kis kam
.

Mujhe ishq hogaya tha bhale se ek insaan se,
Bas mera naam judne se pehle, kisi aur se jhud gaya tha unka naam.

Sunday, July 7, 2013

I'll not die



Sitting in this lonely place thinking about you,
Seems like my life is halted, breathes are just few.

For you my love I shouldn't have cried,
I would have a bit less broken if you wouldn't have lied.


I decided not to love you more,
And to move on in life for sure.


Being the only thing that life is still there in me,
What should I do, when I assumed that my life is with thee.

Its proven that love is blind,
Because heart just feels, its not like mind.

You touched my soul, and made it yours,
I'll survive some how, I know it of course.

Although I know, it feels as if a needle speared by,
I'll still be on earth,may be not alive, but I wouldn't die.







Devastated I'm





I cried in my heart,
I died in my heart,
I'm broken deep in my soul,
My life is crawling with a hole,
Even then I smile,
You couldn't wait for a while,
Wherever you want,I'll let you go,
Devastated I'm, I would never show.

Tuesday, February 5, 2013

Teri Meri Kahani Hai...

Chhoti Chhoti badmashiyon me hi
 jeewan ki rawani hai,
Jo naa ki shararat to fir
 Ye bekar jawani hai,
Zindagi jo itni khoobsoorat hai,
Wo bas kambakhat dosto ki meherbani hai…

Na kisi ke liye rona hai,
Na kisi ki bewafai ki pareshani hai,
Meri kalpana ko chhavi mil gayi to theek warna,
Samjhenge aisi hi apni kahani hai…

Muskutare in honthon ke peeche,
Na koi bair na aankhon mein pani hai
Dard halka sa hai kahin per,
ye dastan hume nahi sunani hai,
Kyunki hame apna banana hai duniya ko
Aur ye duniya khusiyon ki diwani hai…


Saturday, February 2, 2013

Faasle


Kabhi Khoobsoorat hua kerte the,
Humare beech ke ye fasle,
Nazro se tay kiya kerte the hum,
Do kadmo ke ye fasle,
Gaal gulabi ho jaya kerte the,
Jo mil jati thi unki nazron se ye nazar,
Tab honthon ki shararti muskan ,
Mitati thi ye fasle,
Khoobsoorat na sahi
Per ab bhi hain ye fasle,
Dilon ko cheer jate hain,
Dard itna dete fasle.
Na muskan pohochti hai un tak na,
Nazrein mita pati hain ye fasle…..

मुझे कविता लिखना पसंद है… इन्हें कविता पढ़ना बिलकुल पसंद नहीं…. इसलिए अक्सर इनसे नाराज़ होकर इन्हीं की शिकायत… पन्नों में उतार देती हूँ… जान...