Khwaaish! – Desire

Jitni shiddat se paana chahu,
Utni dooor tu jaana chahe,
Tehr gaya mera mann bhi,
Kya tu khwaab hai, ya koi haqueeqat!

Ruka hoon paas aane ko,
Aaz bhi badhti chali,
Saansein meri tham gayi,
Kya tu sach hai, ya koi saazish!

Ban jaa dil ki aarzoo,
Rooh ki tamanna bhi tu,
Poori kar mere lab ki khwaaish,
Kya tu chahat hai, ya koi numaaish!

Iss raat ki ho na subah,
Deep jale; roshan bane chandni,
Shama pighalti gayi,
Kya tu ijazzat hai, ya dil ki zamaanat!

 

I am the Rebel

Perched on a dark cliff,
Inside the dense woods,
I meet a petite robin,
Donned in an amber hood.

He dives into the deep sea,
Fears no dead waves,
Shores back to n fro,
Anchoring firm on his rising fins.

He braves the scarlet roads,
Masks a warrior demon,
Combats tall in grim battles,
Conquering scars on gliding bows.

The call of silence awakens him,
The sound of dream beckons him,
He is the untamed.
Born now, he is the ‘Rebel.’

To the conviction,
To the faith,
He paints the abstract.
He is the Rebel.

To the passion,
To the cause,
He rides his belief.
He is the Rebel.

To the origin,
To the pattern,
He ain’t lie morbid.
He is the Rebel.

To the price,
To the reward,
He reigns the hat.
He is the Rebel.

To the force,
To the strength,
He masters his choice,
He is the Rebel.

He is guts.
He is glory.
He is legend.
He is the story.
He is the Rebel.

He is substance.
He is existence.
He is freedom.
He is immortal.
He is inside me.
I am the ‘Rebel.’

Courage

O, lovely damsel, stop…
A faint voice mellowed in wild air.
Tell me thy story.

A petite white lily,
Shining dreams in tiny eyes,
Rolling around green moss,
Standing tall, amidst the growing grass.

Playful mud she adorns,
Blissful soak of platonic amuse,
Lonely streets make a wander haven,
Together, thy create her paradise galore.

Mighty glass ceilings she unfolds,
Wrapped in oodles of societal norms,
The spirit inside her shouts loud,
Alone, I beat the chauvinism sojourn.

Uncertain solitude she braves,
It raises a gentle mother in her,
She births the future of tomorrow,
Builds a generous nation of able minds.

I am the woman of today.
Born centuries ago.
Courage is my shining armour.
No odd thy break me.
Thou respect me, thou love me.
I believe, who I am.
I am the, ‘Woman of ‘Courage.’

Sparsh! – A touch

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Samundar ke tat par,
Aayi ek leher oonchi,
Khaara paani bheega le gayi,
Oof kya tumne mujhe choo aa…
Yeh kaisa sparsh hai tera!

Dooor dooor tak faili,
Ret ki lambi chaadar,
Komal chaav se lipti rahi,
Oof kya tumne mujhe sarahyaa…
Yeh kaisa sparsh hai tera!

Chadhta suraj apni jawaani mein,
Peeli roshni neele amber mein,
Odh lu kesariya rang chunar ka,
Oof kya tumne mujhe bikhraya…
Yeh kaisa sparsh hai tera!

O ri chori, ab sun le mari zara,
Halki muskaan ki meethi hasi hoon main,
Khaamosh zubaan ka alfaz hoon main,
Sulagti aag ki shama hoon main,
Dhadakte dil ki aag hoon main,
Dabe ehsaas ka raaz hoon main,
Rom rom ki pukar hoon main,

Teri rooh mein hoon main tehra,
Meera ke mann ka hoon main basera.
Kisan mein hai tera sparsh,
Tujse hi hoon main,
Mujhse hi hai teri leela,
Main hoon tera sparsh.

 

Maa – Strength!

I wail in tears,
A gentle smile lifts me.

I fall in stupor,
The mighty lift wakes me.

I fail to giant storms,
A warm pat puts my grip back.

I loath in sadness,
A brave heart pours courage in me.

I succumb to defeat,
An innate warrior flushes hot blood again.

Ye ye… I wonder in awe,
Who is this?
Where does it hail from?

A mellow voice rings in my ears,
I am the ‘Strength’.
I am infinite.
I gave you life.
I yielded you.
My womb nurtured you,
To live for eternity.
I am your ‘Maa’.
I am your Strength.

Dedicated to my Mom. You melt in the cosmos but your undying spirit is the charisma of my strength. Love you, Maa!

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.

 

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!

 

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