Friday, 30 September 2011

BAD IS THE NEW TREND.

Bad is the new trend,
they think its the strength.

Devil is the boss,
in the human gross.
They think its cool,
they don't know they are fool.
People hurt each other,
feel happy about this lumber.

Doctor's take out kidney,
only to make money.
Police flows flood of fine.
Everywhere green color shine.
It makes people blind.
Politicians deals with nation's pride.


Bad is the new trend,
they think its the strength.

Scam of charity,
Scam of humanity.
Values are in maze,
or lost in haze.
Good versus Bad is in,
Let's see who will win.

Success is not bad,
Way of achieving is sad.
Topic is of  worry.
With solution in hurry.
Hope is still there.
With mother fairy's care.


Bad is the new trend,
they think its the strength.

This strength is wrong,
doesn't make you strong.
Cowards choose this way,
in mud they stay.
Stand up from crowd,
feel yourself proud.

Then earth will be new,
with its pure dew.
Uncontaminated heart,
is the correct dart.
Be good, be nice.
Rest you are wise.


Bad is the new trend,
they think its the strength.

Wednesday, 28 September 2011

YARA VE...

यारा वे यारा वे
तू ही है जिसे पाया मैंने

यारा वे यारा वे
तू ही है जिसे चाहा मैंने

दिल ने तो कहा है दिल से
यही तो बस कहा है तुमसे
तुम ही तो हो दिल की तमन्ना 
तुम्हे अब नहीं है खोना
तूने किया इशारा कैसा
दीवाना हुआ हूँ लगता है मुझको ऐसा


तू ही है मेरी यादें
तू ही है मेरी बातें
तेरे बिन कैसे रहूँ
तू ही है मेरी साँसे


यारा वे 
तू ही है जिसे पाया मैंने
तू ही है जिसे चाहा मैंने
यारा वे

उड़ान में हाथ मेरा थामा 
गिरने पर मुझको सम्भाला 
अकेले में भी है तेरा साथ 
फूलों की खुशबु में है तेरी याद
तू रहेगी हमेशा मेरी ख़ास 
बस रहना सदा मेरे साथ
क्योंकि

तू ही है मेरी यादें
तू ही है मेरी बातें
तेरे बिन कैसे रहूँ
तू ही है मेरी साँसे

यारा वे  यारा वे
तू ही है जिसे पाया मैंने
यारा वे  यारा वे
तू ही है जिसे चाहा मैंने
 
धड़कन है मेरी तुझसे,
मैं हूँ तेरे ही दम से,
तू ही है मेरी कामना, 
अब तेरा ही है होना,
सच्चा है रिश्ता ऐसा,
अब तो बस यही लगता है खुदा के जैसा, 

 
तू ही है मेरी यादें
तू ही है मेरी बातें
तेरे बिन कैसे रहूँ
तू ही है मेरी साँसे

यारा वे यारा वे
तू ही है जिसे पाया मैंने
तू ही है जिसे चाहा मैंने
यारा वे..

Sunday, 25 September 2011

ढलता सूरज ....

ढलता  सूरज देखो मुझसे कह गया,
निराश मत हो, हताश मत हो |


मैं कल फिर आऊँगा,
अपना प्रकाश फिर फैलाऊँगा,
ह्रदय में नई उमंग भर कर,
अम्बर से धरा को छूकर,
निशा को हटा विभा लूँगा,
संसार से अंधकार को मिटाऊँगा,
मुकुल की पंखुरियाँ  खोलने,
मधुकर का आलस्य तोड़ने,
सो रहे प्राणियों को जगाऊँगा, 
नेत्रों से अंधकार की पट्टी हटाऊँगा ||


ढलता  सूरज देखो मुझसे कह गया,
निराश मत हो, हताश मत हो |


मैं कल फिर आऊँगा,
अपना प्रकाश फिर फैलाऊँगा,
प्रसन्नता के द्वार पर दस्तक देने,
सफलता की रह को नतमस्तक करने,
आशा की किरण लाऊँगा, 
निराशा को दूर भगाऊँगा,
चलता रहता हूँ निरंतर मैं अपने जीवन में,
उर्जा देता हूँ हर पल सभी के कण-कण में,
दृष्टि भ्रम करके छुपा सा मैं कभी लगता हूँ, 
पर कभी छुपता नहीं, विश्व में दिख जाऊँगा ||


ढलता  सूरज देखो मुझसे कह गया,
निराश मत हो, हताश मत हो |


मैं कल फिर आऊँगा,
अपना प्रकाश फिर फैलाऊँगा,
अपने कर्त्तव्य से ना मुँह मोड़ो,
जो है ध्येय उसे ना छोड़ो,
सच्चाई का पथ अपनाओ,
कर्म करो, सफल बन जाओ,
अंधियारे के बाद उजियारा आता है,
सूरज यही हमें सिखलाता जाता है,
इसी सिख को जीवन भर अपनाना है,
और जीवन को उन्नत मुझे बनाना है ||


ढलता  सूरज देखो मुझसे कह गया,
निराश मत हो, हताश मत हो ||




Tuesday, 20 September 2011

SCHOOL DAYS..

School days will never come back,
Time will follow its trend.

Packing bag in morning,
Driving scooty so fast,
Reaching to school late,
Sometimes standing outside the gate.

Missing the call of attendance,
Completing homework in activity period,
Making excuse on the days of test,
Helping buddies is always best.

Sleeping in physics class,
Enjoying the awesome blossom "mausam",
Maths has always been mystery,
But friends have great chemistry.

Pet dialogue of teachers,
"JUNGLE HO" and "MACHLI BAZAAR" one,
Bunking classes & being back benchers,
Eating lunch between the lectures.

Hanging out in canteen,
Choosing new "ADDAS" in detention,
Playing truth and dare,
OH! that's P.T.I. beware.

 Doing all kinds of "shararat",
Then putting blame on pals,
Passing comments on teacher,
Keeping names as per nature.

Breaking test tube in chemistry lab.
Mixing all compounds together,
Expecting for "dhamaal" creation,
but it proves wrong notion.

Sitting idle in exams,
Thinking about someone special,
On the day of result,
making our face innocent and dull.

Creating noise pollution,
running everywhere in corridors,
Our teachers are wonderful,
Being with them,we are grateful.

School days will never come back,
Time will follow its trend,
Study hard and beat the game plan,
Enjoy as much as you can.

But when I peep into my classroom,
I think..........
School days will never come back.

Monday, 12 September 2011

RAIN O' RAIN

Rain O' Rain
Rain is falling
Drip drop, drip drop
Pitter patter, pitter patter

Rain is falling
children chatter.
Above from the skies
on the land it lies.
Transform this world to new,
refresh earth with its dew.
Laundering the long trees
which are waving with breeze.
Consuming thirst of land and lives.
In the lake water rise.

Rain O' rain
Rain is falling
Drizzle drazzle, Drizzle drazzel
Splosh splash, splosh splash.
Rain is falling
in air hands clash.
Rain don't go away.
Rain hope you stay.
Wash away the pain.
Hide tears of shame.
Drain away the hate
then planet looks great.
Make us dance on your tune.
Fall heavily this monsoon.


Thursday, 8 September 2011

MONEY..MONEY..

Money Money Money,
everyone is addicted to money.
It gives birth to crime,
forces poet to make rhyme.

It makes people blind,
politician deals with nation's pride,
police flows flood of fine,
everywhere green color shine.

Principal needs charity,
pockets are heavy of celebrity,
doctors take out kidney,
all these only to make money.

Money Money Money
everyone is addicted to money.
Under its influence,
person looses all senses of discrimination,
they feel as if they are
superior among nation.

Hurry Up! please wake up
these greedy character,
who are engulfed my the
           MONEY MONSTER..

Wednesday, 7 September 2011

I AM LOST SOMEWHERE.....

I am lost somewhere,
my individuality is vanished,
between the mob here,
among my beloved.
Lost in search for delight.
then back with affliction.
Trying to create my own planet.
Hands full of omission.

I am lost somewhere,
As moon behind cloud,
no one standing near.
Restrictions are bound.
In winters like sunlight
lost in the haze.
Dreams are quiet,
as puzzled in maze.

I am lost somewhere,
in my own philosophy.
I will be honest forever,
keep distance from discrepancy.
One day I'll succeed,
will make myself strong
by doing good deed.
Not committing anything wrong.

Monday, 5 September 2011

TEACHER

 HAPPY TEACHER'S DAY!
Oh! my teacher,
you are my preacher,
I learn how to read and write from you,
How should I behave and spell too.
You are my God in my learning temple,
You taught me how to differentiate between right and wrong,
who are my well wishers..
Oh! my teacher
you are my preacher.
You will remain in my heart forever.

Saturday, 3 September 2011

MOTHER ANGEL

On one sunny day
I was walking on my way.
Searching for a person
who can share my emotion.
All alone in lane
sinking down with pain.
Asking from my God
why this world is so strange?
Looking for my well-wisher
who is my preacher.
If she would be younger
I would call her my sister.
Then suddenly he heard my voice
and send a person of my choice.
To hold my hand
walk with me as a friend.
She loves me a lot
miss me when I am not.
She made me go crazy.
She is fresh like daisy.
In all ways she helped me.
Gave her moral support to me.
Answered to all my questions
always without hesitation.
She trusted my soul
neglected rumors whole.
I feared to loose her.
But it was all lumber.
She calls me "PARI"
so, i need not worry
She is my "MOTHER ANGEL"
who made my life twinkle.
Till my last breathe
I can never forget.