First Kiss! – On Fire Cultural Movement page on Facebook (Week 4 Poetry)

Halki hawa ka jhoka aaya,
Mohabbat ka toofan laaya,
Preet bano tum meri,
Honton se jo choo lo tum.

Udta hara dupatta tera,
Lipta neele aasman ko,
Khanakti kangan main thaam lu,
Honton se jo choo lo tum.

Reshami zulfein mahek laaye,
Rang isha ka yunhi lehraye,
Saaz koi chedu dil ke kone ka,
Honton se jo choo lo tum.

Bekarar dil ki awaaz sunn,
Sailaab jazbaaton ka behne do,
Ban jao tum wajah mere ehsaas ki,
Honton se jo choo lo tum.

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Bachpan:) – Childhood!

Nanhi ek kali,
Choti bani shararat,
Tim tim karta woh taara,
Main hoon bachpan ki asha.

Kore kagaz ki naav,
Le chalu dariya uss paar,
Badal mein base mera ghar,
Main hoon bachpan ki asha.

Pahadon ki choti par,
Rehti nagri sundar phoolon ki,
Pedon ki chaav mein ja lipti,
Main hoon bachpan ki asha.

Baarish ki basti aayi,
Masti ki woh subah chaayi,
Gile paton ki oss ko odhh lu,
Main hoon bachpan ki asha.

Kache dhaage dosti ke,
Wadein jhoomtein jhulon ke,
Gagan ke parindo se bhi aage,
Main hoon bachpan ki asha.

Umr ka koi hisab nahi,
Masoom mann ka jawab nahi,
Duniya ki nazaron se na dekho,
Main hoon bachpan ki asha.

Dua karoon uss bhagwan se,
Salaamat rahe mahal yeh,
Doli saje sundar khawabon ki,
Main hoon bachpan ki asha.

 

Nasha! – Love Intoxicated

Dhuaan iss hawa mein,
Mehek teri mere mann mein,
Uff, yeh kya ho gaya,
Benakab hua nasha,
Pyaar ka iss dil mein.

Gulabi rang kyon chaaya…,
Armaan honton se takraya,
Uff, yeh kya mehfil hai,
Bechain hua nasha,
Jazbaaton ka iss khayaal mein.

Jaadu tere husn ka,
Ada meri madhoshi ka,
Uff, yeh kya khoobsoorti hai,
Qayamat hua nasha,
Raat ki iss jawaani mein.

Reshmi toofan aaya,
Aankhon se paigam laya,
Uff, yeh kya masti hai,
Humsafar hua nasha,
Meethe rishton ka iss palkon mein.

Faaslon ka mukam aaya,
Teri umeed ka maahol laya,
Uff, yeh kya kalma padha,
Ishq hua nasha,
Mazahab dhadktein dilon mein.

Mulakat hui jab dard se,
Kashish lipti tere ehsaas se,
Uff, yeh kya bhool hai,
Zindagai hua nasha,
Maseeha dua ka sulagti rooh mein.

 

Saathi re…! – Companionship

Saathi re… thoda tehar jaa,
Ke zindagi abhi baki hai.
Yeh manzilein hai nayi,
Phir wohi raaston pe purani kasmein hai.

Saathi re… thoda tehar jaa,
Ke udte parindon ki nishaani hai.
Aaj khula hai aasmaan,
Kuch door saath chalne ki baatein hai.

Saathi re… thoda tehar jaa,
Ke dhun abhi baki hai,
Ek saaz koi hai cheddaa,
Dua mere ishq ki bezubaani hai.

Saathi re… thoda tehar jaa,
Ke khwaaishein abhi baki hai.
Boond barsaat ki hai sang,
Yunhi badalte mausam ki javaani hai.

Saathi re… thoda tehar jaa,
Ke dilon mein aag lagna baki hai,
Kuch tere hai darmiyaan,
Aaj sulagti shama ki ravani hai.

Saathi re… thoda tehar jaa,
Ke kadmon ko sambhalna baki hai.
Yeh dastaan hai nayi,
Judaa mohabbat ki yeh kahaani hai.

Saavan – The Rain!

Thandi hawa ka jhoka,
Laya ek sandesa,
Aayo re aaj saavan,
Bhar gayo maaro aangan.

Badal ki kashti par hum savaar,
Bijli rani ki sunli tune pukar,
Aayo re aaj saavan,
Bhar gayo maaro aangan.

Dariyaan ki oonch mouja se takrati,
Kinaar lagi, choti si naav hamar,
Aayo re aaj saavan,
Bhar gayo maaro aangan.

Dharti par barsonn re megha,
Manva ma naachein neela mor,
Aayo re aaj saavan,
Bhar gayo maaro aangan.

Boond boond tu barsein,
Mohe jiya, kyon hai tadpein,
Aayo re aaj saavan,
Bhar gayo maaro aangan.

Sar se bheegi chunar maari sarki,
Tohar piya ki yaad se jaa lipti,
Aayo re aaj saavan,
Bhar gayo maaro aangan.

Bheeni maati ki sou,
Tootein na umrr ki dor hamar,
Aayo re aaj saavan,
Bhar gayo maaro aangan.

Have I met you lately?

It was a beautiful rainy day when I met this old friend of mine. Discovering him all over again through our soft chatters I realized he had indeed grown real tall in his stature. His success story brought a sparkle of happiness in my eyes. The inspiring dynamo he carried had outlived the rough testament of time. Life handed sour lemons with a handful of helluva odds, but he beat them all and reached atop perching the peak of the mighty corporate cliff.

Life began…

Leaving the best practices of international waters, he chose to move to a small town in Gujarat, India where he nested happily for a decade in his lovely cozy life. Nurturing a big dream of a prosperous life he ventured deep into the prospects of a healthy entrepreneurship. Time flew by and the day came when reality dawned. It ain’t a bed of roses, rather a heavy toil, millions of sleepless nights and a 100 ton weight on the bandwidth of just two tiny shoulders. Negative calculations popped onto the mind surface. The risks didn’t pay well. The recklessness ballooned and the need of the hour shouted loud in practical awakening, “Hey, dude don’t be a fool, its time u switch”.

Life’s calling…

With a backpack and a wind-up to cozy Gujarat, he sailed to the land of a billion dreams – Mumbai. Aamchi Mumbai as the loving proud Mumbaikar calls it, is the place that embraces different hierarchys’ and various cultures in one unison. It has a large heart to absorb all sorrows and still stay afloat with a wonderful smile. Now, began the life of corporate culture. Not entrepreneurship anymore, but a 9.00 am to a never ending long day job started. Technically the day has 24 hours but each day outstretched to 48 or maybe 72 hours. The journey of severe toil and sweet sweat ran a race on its wheels. Having his back leaned against the firm wall he knew only one direction – ‘Way forward.’ Slowly and steadily he started rising the path of good recognition. Success crossed his roads placing him to the milestones of a stable life. Material pleasures came in the list of reachable limits and holidaying seasons became the year-on-year calendar events. Time shone in its good spirits and life beckoned for greater achievements. The confidence poised on a plane of a higher pedestal – ‘Stability.’ The much aspired comfortable position.
Woah man! Indeed a remarkable journey.
Finally, the stability is back in life.

The unstable state of stability…

Everyday seemed calm, peaceful and life set a pattern of a stable routine. The design of ‘the same’ put one to a relaxing lap of a slow comfort zone. After all, what else do u want when the age bar crosses over a 50. The wishful thinking conveyed merry thoughts of, “I guess I have worked hard enough and its time I merit the harvest.” Happiness dwelled in the corner of the heart within a nutshell ‘stability’. Then, came a day when the winds swayed in different directions. The rules of the corporate culture changed. New shifts in paradigms waved in. “Hey Mr. the investment of your hard work has ripened. De-attach from it, serve the mass and let them rejoice its sweetness. Go guy, plant another tree now. Here are the seeds. Sow them. Build your new toil in a barren land. Field it and let grass green again.” This is Corporate Management. At the onset I was happy as one more challenge in my stride. But at the same time the inside of me got my nerves shaking. The thought of cross over a 50 got me trembling. That’s tagged on my age bar now. The meriting stability as a fruit of all these years of sheer hard work had sunk in the right of my brain. My logical left kinda fell dead to think ahead. Don’t I deserve stability?
Life, then was young. I was so raw and tender. I could plunge and pull all the strings out. Now I have crossed the benchmark of a 50. My limbs are growing weak. My spirit is becoming numb. My mind needs some sweet slumber. Is my stability on a raid? Will I be able to do it again?

Yes I can…

“I am a go getter. Age is just a number dude” peeked my innervoice. The very fact that my mind is running a rat race of wills’ and wont’s is the first sign of ‘stability’. My high speed 5G thinking of how to go about doing this is the start of my stability. The mind is alive and my thinking cap is on. New ideas are trending again to become my real currency. The voltage of my current is set back to its original dynamo. I am ready to roll. I am a lover of Steve Jobs’ – Apple. It’s technicality allows only 1 Undo. Well guys, that’s life too. Only 1 Undo to revert back or choose to head ahead for a brand new journey making more inventions. My faith is embarked on a plane of inner solo strength. My resolve is firm in its nature. I ain’t naive anymore to the time and its trials. My conviction is my backbone. I am the cliffhanger of my own life. I can cross many a mountain tops once again. Such is the strength of my powerful mind. I am unbeatable. I am stable. I call this my ‘Real Stablility’. As far as I am alive and ticking fast I am stable. The moment I stop ticking I am a victim of coma. I am dead then. I am so glad once again life brought me to this reinvent-me junction and repeat the same stanza, “Have I met you lately?”

The stable answer is, ‘Yes, I have’.

 

 

 

Chaand – The Moon!

Yeh baat hai uss raat ki,
Yaad tere jazbaat ki,
Dilon mein shama sulagti hai,
Kuch tamana idhar bhi, kuch udhar bhi.

Ped ki tehni se lipta raha tu,
Teri roshni mein timtimate rahe hum,
Bekarar se, mere khwaab,
Parindo jaise udtein chale alfaaz.

Khamosh tu kyon ae chandni,
Madhoshi mein dooba tera andaaz,
Paigam hai aaj bezubaan ishq ka,
Ched de dil ke kone ka koi saaz.

Teri chaandni hai bedaag,
Meri saadgi mein hai izhaar,
Begaano ka nahi koi thikana,
Yeh mohabbat teri, mere ghar ka hai mukaam.

Mastaani si yeh raat,
Tere darmiyaan thi who baat,
Sehmi si tu, sehma sa mein,
Aaj ban jao tum wajah, bulava hai mere pyaar ka.

Yeh baat hai uss raat ki,
Yaad tere jazbaat ki,
Dilon mein shama sulagti hai,
Kuch tamana idhar bhi, kuch udhar bhi.

Hawa – The wind!

Ae hawa tu hai kahan,
Gumnam hai tera shaher,
Galiyon mein hai tera ghar,
Ae hawa tu hai kahan.

Tu rukti nahin,
Tu jukti nahin,
Apna hi rookh, banati hai,
Ae hawa tu hai kahan.

Resham jaise sar sarati hai,
Lal dupattein ko lehrati hai,
Silsila tere khwab ka jagati hai,
Ae hawa tu hai kahan.

Megha jab aati hai,
Mitti ki mahek laati hai,
Tere kangan ki khanak sunati hai,
Ae hawa tu hai kahan.

Chanchal si behti hai,
Mann ko mere chu jaati hai,
Mohobbat teri yaad aati hai,
Ae hawa tu hai kahan.

Dil mein ehsaas jagati hai,
Intezaar ki kashish badhaati hai,
Pyaar ki yeh kash lagati hai,
Ae hawa tu hai kahan.

Aaj sang chalu tere shaher,
Ya fariyaad karoon iss kadar,
Bhula na doon uss mausam ko,
Saugaat hai yeh, tere pyaar ki,
Ae hawa tu hain kahan.
Bas yahan! Sirf yahan!

 

What happens in Goa, stays in Goa.

The tiny little finger of my hand lost direction. To my surprise it clutched itself tight and lay rest onto a hand. The grip closed with a finger-to-finger lock. It slowly started marching in the reigns of soothing tall palms. The soft sand beneath my naked feet cushioned great miles. The sun was beautiful and slowly dimming. The halo turned purple all set to disappear. The thin air loosened and roamed vagabond. The cool waves hit the shores with a pristine touch. The music tuned in mesmerizing me complete. Bottoms up! Tequila time. The intoxication is addictive. A soulful voice whispered in my ears, “Darling, this trance is for real. Its Goa!”

Going back in time, Goa has always been refreshing just like my Bacardi.
A new chapter of life began. The tender sands became the origin of its birth. The goamystery unraveled to the most beautiful journey of my life.

Here, I met my soul for the first time. It was more instant and quick then the instant coffee. All it said to me was, “When they say its right, its right!” My heart was a quick melt and it started pouring like the flowing river. The endless chatters whisked us away in the mild breeze. The evening slowly grew dark and transcended into a long intense night. The brim of my wine was filled with romance. Swinging to the tall palms, I started falling a prey to this touch of pamper. It soon became a night of fascination. A night of scintillating love.

I still cherish the first peck on my lip. A coy feeling but strong in its desire. It was a burning flame that ignited love. Infused with passion the togetherness drew us close. It was a stir that made the night slip seductive. The caress stroked a gentle loving touch. A crazy surrender in the want of love. It was a feeling I’ve never felt before. It touched my soul and swayed it to the rhythm of intimacy. It was a tender connect that kicked the fire of my enthusiasm. It was a need of not letting it go. It was an essence of making this love last long. It was a thrill to enliven its every memory. It was a stimuli to my mind and the love fuelled it higher making the night go long.
It was a night to remember.

Though still a stranger, but the inside of me sensed you. My inner voice reached its peak telling me finally I have found me in you. To this immense time, I submit in love and promise to be by its side always. Such beautiful was this first night.

Many years have passed. I’m back in Goa, today. My tiny little finger has once again clutched itself tight with a finger-to-finger lock grip. The soulful voice rings in my ears, “Honey, I’m raising a toast. I love growing old with you. Happy 10 to us Darling.
What happens in Goa, stays in Goa.”

Its bottoms up! Tequila time.

Once again, lets make a night to remember.
I love you, always!

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