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Jo pakadte the titliyan, Gulaabon me kabhi kabhi
Dikh jaati hain vo aaj bhi, Khwaabon me kabhi kabhi
Padhte the ki bhagwan har kan kan me hai mauzood
Ho jaati hain kuch galtiyan, Kitaabon me kabhi kabhi
Jab jab bhi apne aks se kuch poochte hain hum
Mil jaate hain kuch prashan he, Jawaabon me kabhi kabhi
Gam aur khushi ke tol ka, jitna bhi ho tajurba
Reh jaati hain kuch khamiyan, Hisaabon me kabhi kabhi
fikar-e-umar me ho rahe madhosh ho agar
Mil jaata hai kuch hosh bhi, Shraabon me kabhi kabhi
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Keep Walking
Friday, May 20, 2011
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Jad Main Chota Hunda See
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Bhaawen jeb see hundi khali, Jad main chota hunda see
Par life see badi niraali, Jad main chota hunda see
Thodi aukhi see padhai, fir bhi bojh nee lagdi see
See tension pass hon dee, Par oh roz nee lagdi see
Bhaawen kutdi see teacher saali, Jad main chota hunda see
Par life see badi niraali, Jad main chota hunda see
Thaape nu he bat bana ke, chauke shikke launde
Pasham nu he dor bana ke, roz patang udaunde
Bhaawen dor te bat see jaali, Jad main chota hunda see
Par life see badi niraali, Jad main chota hunda see
Chand akhraan de wich bachpan apna kiven sunaawaan main
Chori karke khadhe ber hun kiven bhulaawaan main
Bhaawen dinda see gaalaan maali, Jad main chota hunda see
Par life see badi niraali, Jad main chota hunda see
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Bhaawen jeb see hundi khali, Jad main chota hunda see
Par life see badi niraali, Jad main chota hunda see
Thodi aukhi see padhai, fir bhi bojh nee lagdi see
See tension pass hon dee, Par oh roz nee lagdi see
Bhaawen kutdi see teacher saali, Jad main chota hunda see
Par life see badi niraali, Jad main chota hunda see
Thaape nu he bat bana ke, chauke shikke launde
Pasham nu he dor bana ke, roz patang udaunde
Bhaawen dor te bat see jaali, Jad main chota hunda see
Par life see badi niraali, Jad main chota hunda see
Chand akhraan de wich bachpan apna kiven sunaawaan main
Chori karke khadhe ber hun kiven bhulaawaan main
Bhaawen dinda see gaalaan maali, Jad main chota hunda see
Par life see badi niraali, Jad main chota hunda see
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MOOD:
Poetry
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Friday, April 8, 2011
Support to Anna Hazare
A bit from my side
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Aa gaya ek baar fir se, Waqt inqlaab ka
Soorme ek baar fir se, Aa gaye maidaan me
Hai nahi parwah humko, Jaan ki apni magar
Jhonk denge jang me hum, Dum hai jitna jaan me
Har shehar me, har gali me, Mach raha bas ek shor
Seh liya humne bahut, Bas ab nahi sehna hai aur
Ab kahan aaraam humko, Milega aaraam me
Jhonk denge jang me hum, Dum hai jitna jaan me
Maana ki kuch maangne me, Hum bade bekaar hain
Par cheen lene ke aazaadi, Hum tajurbekaar hain
Rok paaye ab jo humko, Dum nahi beimaan me
Jhonk denge jang me hum, Dum hai jitna jaan me
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Aa gaya ek baar fir se, Waqt inqlaab ka
Soorme ek baar fir se, Aa gaye maidaan me
Hai nahi parwah humko, Jaan ki apni magar
Jhonk denge jang me hum, Dum hai jitna jaan me
Har shehar me, har gali me, Mach raha bas ek shor
Seh liya humne bahut, Bas ab nahi sehna hai aur
Ab kahan aaraam humko, Milega aaraam me
Jhonk denge jang me hum, Dum hai jitna jaan me
Maana ki kuch maangne me, Hum bade bekaar hain
Par cheen lene ke aazaadi, Hum tajurbekaar hain
Rok paaye ab jo humko, Dum nahi beimaan me
Jhonk denge jang me hum, Dum hai jitna jaan me
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MOOD:
Poetry
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Saturday, March 26, 2011
Dil Ki Tadap
I wrote this one for my wife, before our marriage!!!
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Jab jab tere qatil honthon ne, tere dil ki baat chupaai hai
Tere dil ki tadap teri aankhon ne, Har baar mujhe batlaai hai
Ho laakh deewaaren duniya ki, Har haal me tujhko paana hai
Le baahon me tujhko jaan meri, Mujhe dil ka haal sunaana hai
Karna hai deewana tujhko bhi, Mera dil jitna deewana hai
Jab jab tu tod ke sab rasmen, mujhse milne ko aai hai
Tere dil ki tadap teri aankhon ne, Har baar mujhe batlaai hai
Jo hawa chale tere daaman se, Mere dil ko chu kar jaati hai
Jo khushboo chale teri saanson se, Mere tan man ko mehkaati hai
Tu kya jaane ke yaad teri, Kitna mujhko tadpaati hai
Jab jab chaahat ban kar baadal, Is aasmaan par chaai hai
Tere dil ki tadap teri aankhon ne, Har baar mujhe batlaai hai
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Jab jab tere qatil honthon ne, tere dil ki baat chupaai hai
Tere dil ki tadap teri aankhon ne, Har baar mujhe batlaai hai
Ho laakh deewaaren duniya ki, Har haal me tujhko paana hai
Le baahon me tujhko jaan meri, Mujhe dil ka haal sunaana hai
Karna hai deewana tujhko bhi, Mera dil jitna deewana hai
Jab jab tu tod ke sab rasmen, mujhse milne ko aai hai
Tere dil ki tadap teri aankhon ne, Har baar mujhe batlaai hai
Jo hawa chale tere daaman se, Mere dil ko chu kar jaati hai
Jo khushboo chale teri saanson se, Mere tan man ko mehkaati hai
Tu kya jaane ke yaad teri, Kitna mujhko tadpaati hai
Jab jab chaahat ban kar baadal, Is aasmaan par chaai hai
Tere dil ki tadap teri aankhon ne, Har baar mujhe batlaai hai
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MOOD:
Poetry
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Monday, March 21, 2011
Lessons From My Daughter
I have learned a few things from my daughter Shreya. Thought of sharing with you guys.
* Be very clear (specially to yourself) in what you want and don't settle for anything less.
* Cry when you want to. Don't stop crying for the sake of what the neighbors will say.
* When you get what you want, enjoy it completely.
* Its perfectly fine to smile for no particular reason.
* Focus on tangible things like toys, eatables and touch. Intangible things like love, happiness, joy etc. are always the byproducts.
* Doesn't matter if others call you "Ziddi", if you get what you want.
To be continued...
* Be very clear (specially to yourself) in what you want and don't settle for anything less.
* Cry when you want to. Don't stop crying for the sake of what the neighbors will say.
* When you get what you want, enjoy it completely.
* Its perfectly fine to smile for no particular reason.
* Focus on tangible things like toys, eatables and touch. Intangible things like love, happiness, joy etc. are always the byproducts.
* Doesn't matter if others call you "Ziddi", if you get what you want.
To be continued...
MOOD:
Experience
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Irreparable Damage
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
He knew that something was wrong but he didn't know what was it. He knew that his wife wasn't happy at something. Things would have been much much better if he did not have this evil talent of knowing when his wife was not happy. Or may be it was his wife's lack of talent of hiding her anger. Or may be it was his wife's uncontrolled talent of letting him know just enough. He could not hide that he knew a part of it. That made the situation worse. He was going through everything that happened in last few hours to figure out what could possibly go wrong. But he could not pin point a single thing would make him angry if he was in his wife's place. Then why is she angry? this thought kept increasing his anger more and more. Somehow he was able to justify his own anger to himself but not his wife's. Its strange how people easily justify their own wrongdoings while cursing others' at the same time. He asked his wife multiple times if everything was fine. And every time she lied 'yes'. He convinced himself that he was tired of such incidents. His anger was increasing exponentially by now. But there was nothing he could do about it. He tried to stop his own anger but gave up pretty soon. Now he decided to let it increase freely. And he started feeding his anger. one way of it was praising himself for being a good husband. "why his wife was angry with him when he was such a good husband", he thought. and anger meter went up. Only revenge he could think of was start being a bad husband. But that would be a punishment to him as well. He knew that he can't be happy without keeping her happy. Not because he loved her very much but because that is the way it is. While he was going through all this, his wife decided to end it all and tell the reason of her anger. And when she told the reason, it was something he could not think of even in his worst dreams. that's what he thought of the reason. now he was completely out of his control. for a moment dying seemed to be the only way out. He thought of explaining things to her and make her understand that what she thinks is not the right thing but the thought didn't last for more than a second and he rejected the idea. He was ranked the lowest by his wife in something he was proud of. he got wild and did a damage that was irreparable. (irreparable in his own opinion).
Things were normal the next day!!!
He knew that something was wrong but he didn't know what was it. He knew that his wife wasn't happy at something. Things would have been much much better if he did not have this evil talent of knowing when his wife was not happy. Or may be it was his wife's lack of talent of hiding her anger. Or may be it was his wife's uncontrolled talent of letting him know just enough. He could not hide that he knew a part of it. That made the situation worse. He was going through everything that happened in last few hours to figure out what could possibly go wrong. But he could not pin point a single thing would make him angry if he was in his wife's place. Then why is she angry? this thought kept increasing his anger more and more. Somehow he was able to justify his own anger to himself but not his wife's. Its strange how people easily justify their own wrongdoings while cursing others' at the same time. He asked his wife multiple times if everything was fine. And every time she lied 'yes'. He convinced himself that he was tired of such incidents. His anger was increasing exponentially by now. But there was nothing he could do about it. He tried to stop his own anger but gave up pretty soon. Now he decided to let it increase freely. And he started feeding his anger. one way of it was praising himself for being a good husband. "why his wife was angry with him when he was such a good husband", he thought. and anger meter went up. Only revenge he could think of was start being a bad husband. But that would be a punishment to him as well. He knew that he can't be happy without keeping her happy. Not because he loved her very much but because that is the way it is. While he was going through all this, his wife decided to end it all and tell the reason of her anger. And when she told the reason, it was something he could not think of even in his worst dreams. that's what he thought of the reason. now he was completely out of his control. for a moment dying seemed to be the only way out. He thought of explaining things to her and make her understand that what she thinks is not the right thing but the thought didn't last for more than a second and he rejected the idea. He was ranked the lowest by his wife in something he was proud of. he got wild and did a damage that was irreparable. (irreparable in his own opinion).
Things were normal the next day!!!
MOOD:
Weird
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Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Soch Le
kyun sad sa face banaaya hai?
kis gam ne tujhe sataaya hai?
koi apna tujhse rooth gaya?
ya paisa kam kamaaya hai?
Jo kuch bhi aaj hai paas tere
Vo duniya me he paaya hai
Mat soch tu itna paise ka,
Ye paisa to moh maaya hai
Jo soche hai ki duniya ne
Tere naam na kuch likhwaya hai
To soch le ki chadhta sooraj
Tere daddy ne banwaaya hai
Jo lagta hai ki duniya ne
koi rishta nahi nibhaaya hai
To soch ki chanda mama hai
Aur sooraj tera taaya hai
kis gam ne tujhe sataaya hai?
koi apna tujhse rooth gaya?
ya paisa kam kamaaya hai?
Jo kuch bhi aaj hai paas tere
Vo duniya me he paaya hai
Mat soch tu itna paise ka,
Ye paisa to moh maaya hai
Jo soche hai ki duniya ne
Tere naam na kuch likhwaya hai
To soch le ki chadhta sooraj
Tere daddy ne banwaaya hai
Jo lagta hai ki duniya ne
koi rishta nahi nibhaaya hai
To soch ki chanda mama hai
Aur sooraj tera taaya hai
MOOD:
Poetry
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