written in bad times-4

In moti moti ashkon mein hum doob rahey hain...

In bheegi bheegi palkon se hum joojh rahey hain...

Iss Qaaynaat ne likhi ek aisi kahaani...

Iske khoye hue panno ko hum dhoondh rahey hain...

Happy Diwali

हाथ में है लड़ियों की माला |

तन पे कुर्ता सलवार ||

दुनिया कर दे रौशन ख़ुशियों से आपकी |

मुबारक़ हो आपको ये दीपावली का त्योहार ||

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हमारे सारे दोस्त आज हीरो बन गये हैं

काश कि कुछ हीरो भी हमारे मित्र बन जाते

जितने भी हैं इंसानियत के दुश्मन इस जहाँ में

काश कि उनके भी माला चढ़ी चित्र बन जाते

Jharkhand- By India

ओढ़ के मैंने रंग ये भगवा 

    शिरोमणी को याद किया 

डाल के चूनर रंग सफ़ेदी 

    उलगुलान आग़ाज़ किया 

पहन के मैंने हरे रंग को 

    नेताजी संग नाज़ किया 

चक्र अशोकन तिलक लगाकर 

    माँ तुझे प्रणाम किया 

याद में मैंने बिरसा मुंडा 

    सिद्धो कान्हू का सम्मान किया 

अल्बर्ट एक्का की शहादत 

    नम आँखों से बयाँ किया 

जंगल की ख़ुश्बू  ये सौंधी 

    खनिज पदार्थों संग हरियाली 

संस्कृति अप्रतिम ये प्यारी 

    हिन्दुस्तान के नाम किया 

नदियाँ बहती कल-कल दिन भर 

    झरने गिरते वो पहाड़ पर 

जीभ में स्वाद धुत्तू रोटी का ले कर 

    धरती आबा के लिए संग्राम किया 

खंड एक ये वो भारत का 

   लोगों में पहचान किया 

ऋतुओं के इस पावन पर्व को 

    झारखण्ड का नाम दिया 

Ghar puraana - घर पुराना - The old home

hajj se lauta aaj hi hoon main, ik sukoon hai dil mein aaj

do jahaan ke ik maaliq se, roobaroo hone ke baad

mann mein sukh hai, dil santusht hai, chaaro taraf par ye kya? aag!!

kati jali si hain ye laashein, dar se bhaage log baag

ghar ke aangan mein hasti thi, wo pyaari, ab hai apwaad

is qahar mein humko jeena, un sab ki maut ke baad

insaan kaun? kaun hindu musalmaan? ye sab ab bas hain samwaad

hasta, khelta, haraa bharaa saa, ghar puraanaa hai yaad

 

हज से लौटा आज ही हूँ मैं , इक सुकूं है दिल में आज 

दो जहाँ के इक मालिक़ से, रूबरू होने के बाद 

मन में सुख है , दिल संतुष्ट है, चारो तरफ़ पर ये क्या? आग !!

कटी जली सी हैं ये लाशें , डर से भागे लोग-बाग 

 

 घर के आँगन में हंसती थी , वो प्यारी, अब है अपवाद 

इस क़हर में हमको जीना , उन सबकी मौत के बाद 

इंसान कौन ? कौन हिंदू मुसलमान ? ये सब अब बस हैं संवाद 

हँसता खेलता, हरा भरा सा , घर पुराना है हमको याद

Mera Swapn- मेरा स्वप्न- My Dream

Main aadam hoon, main hoon insaan

main God hoon, main hoon bhagwaan

meri moorat ke chakkar mein

kyon ho tum mushkil mein

Is sadee se, is duniya se

chhota mera naata jag se

moorat todo meri jag se 

mujhe basaao dil mein

post card se, har ek note se

chauk, nukkad, street, road se

naate tod saare man ke

chalo naye saahil mein

na naam rahe, na dharm rahe

ek tuchchh bas karm rahe

karm hi naam-dharm rahe

kal ke naye bismil mein

jeevan ke har ik chot mein

haar jeet ke har ik vote mein

naam, dharm na jaam aawe

karm rahe shaamil mein

jeet ke baad na jaat, na raag

na dharm, na rang, na bandh aawe

aurat mard mein farq na ho bas

insaan rahe har dil mein

मैं आदम हूँ , मैं हूँ इंसान
मैं गॉड हूँ , मैं हूँ भगवान्
मेरी मूरत के चक्कर में
क्यूँ हो तुम मुश्किल में

 इस सदी से , इस दुनिया से
छूटा मेरा नाता जग से
मूरत तोड़ो मेरी जग से
मुझे बसाओ दिल में

पोस्ट कार्ड से , हर इक नोट से
चौक, नुक्कड़ , स्ट्रीट , रोड से
नाते तोड़ सारे मन के
चलो नए साहिल में

न नाम रहे न धर्म रहे
एक तुच्छ बस कर्म रहे
कर्म ही नाम धर्म रहे
कल के नए बिस्मिल में

जीवन के हर इक चोट में
हार जीत के हर इक वोट में
नाम , धर्म ना जाम आवे
कर्म रहे शामिल में

जीत के बाद ना जात , ना राग
ना धर्म, ना रंग , ना बंध आवे
औरत-मर्द में फ़र्क़ ना हो बस
 इंसान रहे हर दिल में

India Bhaarat Hindustaan

India Bhaarat Hindustaan

इंडिया भारत हिंदुस्तान

انڈیا بھارت ہندوستان  

India bole Bhaarat se Hindustaan ke baare me

Badi mushkil se aayi hai jalyaan kinaare me

na bigaado meri shaqal ae Bhaarat ae Hindustaan waalon

Fir naa savregi ye hazaar sawaare me

इंडिया बोले भारत से हिन्दुस्तान के बारे में 

बड़ी मुश्किल से आयी है जलयान किनारे में 

ना बिगाड़ो मेरी शक़ल ऐ भारत ऐ हिन्दुस्तान वालों

फ़िर न संवरेगी ये हज़ार सवारे मे


India says to Bhaarat about Hindustaan
 The ship has come to the shore with great difficulties
Don't destroy my face O people of Bhaarat O people of Hindustaan
It will not get rebeautified after 1000s of positivities

For those of you who don't know, India has many names.

• Jambudweep
• Aaryavart 
• Naabhivarsh
• Bhaaratvarsh
• Bhaaratam
• Bhaarat
• Inde
• Indie
• Indoi
• Indou
• Five Indies
• Indika
• Indeeya
• India
• Al Hind
• Hind
• Indostaan
• Hindistaan
• Hindustaan

* The term 'India' means 'the common man of India, who wants peace'.

* The term 'Bhaarat' means 'The hindu extremists'.

* The term 'Hindustaan' means 'The muslim extremists'.

A brown eyed girl

I always wonder, the wind blows yonder

The mind is troubling, like lightning and thunder

A poem for you, its hard to get

A poem for you, that you never forget

A line for your eyes, look they are brown

A line for your hair, hehe they too are brown

The skin so fresh, like the rose dew best

The eyes so bright, like the sun never set

The beautiful body, has a beautiful mind

And future so bright, will leave the world behind.

Ulta Seedha- Up and Down

The blue is sky

Look, miles high

The deep is sea

Deep like me

The shallow is shore

I hate when you ignore

The sweet is flower

I know you like flower

The dead are bad days

In all their many ways

The calm is moon

We will meet, soon

The sky is blue 

You know I kinda like you

The sea is deep

some say, I am a creep

The shore is shallow

Without you, my heart is hollow

The flower is sweet

The sadness now retreats

The bad days are dead

You are here instead

The moon is calm

My heart sends you a salaam

Motivation-3

in 24 saalon mein mujhe...
bahut kuch mila...
kaam bhi bahut mila...
naam bhi bahut khila...

Motivation- 2

tootey hue sapno ke tukdon se aa chaadar piro lein...
aankhon ke aansuon ki nadiyon se aa baadal sanjon lein...
kabhi uske khel ne hamaare sapnon ko toda.... kabhi uske khel ne hamaare aankhon ko nichoda...
aao aaj ussi ke khel se ussi ki khel khelein...

Motivation-1

sitaaron ko chhoo lo, ki aasmaan thoda neeche hai...
sapnon ko jee lo tum, ki neend thodi peeche hai...

Written in bad times- 3

aaj wo mila, jiski ummeed nahi thi
hua wo, jo shaayad taqdeer nahi thi
kudrat bhi deta hai baba ji ka thullu
mila ek mayaan jisme shamsheer nahi thi

Written in bad times- 2

ek nazm tha gale mein aur phaans ban kar reh gaya...
ek shabd tha gale mein aur saans ban kar reh gaya...

Written in Bad Times-1

chaaha tha ki ye din na dhale...
magar kambakht raat aakhir aa hi gayi....
sooraj ki roshni mein chaah raha tha jeena...
magar badri aakhir chha hi gayi...

First Drafts

NOTE- THIS BLOG-POST DOES NOT CONTAIN THE FINISHED POETRY BUT JUST THE FIRST DRAFT OF ALL THE PUBLISHED POETRY.  FOR POETRY, KINDLY REFER TO THE SEPARATE BLOG POSTS FOR SEPARATE POEMS.

samundar mein khatam ho jaane ka khouf nahi....
kinare pe zinda rehne se dar lagta hai....
ki kahin duniya na khatm kar de...
aur keh de ki ilzaam samundar par hai...


ki ullu tab bhi jaagte hain, jab ho andhiyaari raat...
kismat unki bhi hoti hai, jinke hote nahi haath...
mat ro phooti kismat pe, aur lado duniya se aaj...
ki jab tujh kutte ka din aayega, tab ye phooti kismat hi jud ke degi tumhaara saath...


Last yr. my project was pending and was never ending...
On the day of Holi, I woke up late by the call of my fellow classmate,
He said, "We have to work today", I asked,"Seriously! On 'this' day?"
Hearing this, I woke up fast, and took an instant bath,
Which took my 10 minutes time, well, then, time was sublime.
Then I got dressed, and off I go, to find my juniors on the road.
They were painted, ready to paint. I wasn't ready to get a staint.
They ran towards me, shouting,"Bhaiya, today is Holi, We want to be part of your story."
I explained to them,"I have a project. Your presence here, I didn't expect."
They said,"bhaiya, today is holi and we will paint. We have heard your stories and you are no saint."
I then said," OK, but paint me less. And since I have project I will clean my flesh."
They painted me red. They painted me blue. Then, to wash my face, I went to the loo.
To do the project, I continued to my department. It was a building, not an apartment.
There in the department, I met my friend; who, didn't play holi (like me), was doing project instead.
He said,"Lets grind the metal." It was Visakhapatnam, not Seattle.
He said,"We'll use the machine oil." I commented,"Our clothes will be soiled."
"Wear the apron. There." "Where should we start?" "Anywhere."
Then we started with the grind. It was automatic and not wind.
The lubricant flowed down, then went up. Because of grinding, it went up.
Up was the water, mixed with oil. For clothes, nothing left, but to soil.
When it ended, it was glory. Watching my soiled clothes, I said to myself,"Happy Holi."
Since from Ranchi, Playing holi was in my gene. But this year, it was with the machine.
work finish and bag pack, I went to my next home GUSAC(GITAM UNIVERSITY STUDENT ACTIVITY CENTER)--official
Hence ends this wonderless story. I wish all of you guys, a very very very happy holi.
It's a festival don't let it waste. Paint your friends. Make haste.

HOLI WITH THE MACHINES

Last yr. my project was pending

 and was never ending
On the day of Holi, I woke up late

 by the call of my fellow classmate,
He said, "We have to work today"

 I asked,"Seriously! On 'this' day?"
Hearing this, I woke up fast

 and took an instant bath,
Which took my 10 minutes time

 well, then, time was sublime.
Then I got dressed, and off I go

 to find my juniors on the road.
They were painted, ready to paint

 I wasn't ready to get a staint.
They ran towards me, shouting,"Bhaiya, today is Holi

 We want to be part of your story."
I explained to them,"I have a project.

 Your presence here, I didn't expect."
They said,"bhaiya, today is holi and we will paint.

 We have heard your stories and you are no saint."
I then said," OK, but paint me less.

 And since I have project I will clean my flesh."
They painted me red. They painted me blue. 

Then, to wash my face, I went to the loo.
To do the project, I continued to my department. 

It was a building, not an apartment.
There in the department, I met my friend;

 who, didn't play holi (like me), was doing project instead.
He said,"Lets grind the metal." 

It was Visakhapatnam, not Seattle.
He said,"We'll use the machine oil." 

I commented,"Our clothes will be soiled."
"Wear the apron. There." 

"Where should we start?" "Anywhere."
Then we started with the grind. 

It was automatic and not wind.
The lubricant flowed down, then went up.

 Because of grinding, it went up.
Up was the water, mixed with oil. 

For clothes, nothing left, but to soil.
When it ended, it was glory. 

Watching my soiled clothes, I said to myself,"Happy Holi."
Since from Ranchi, Playing holi was in my gene. 

But this year, it was with the machine.
work finish and bag pack, 

I went to my next home GUSAC(GITAM UNIVERSITY STUDENT ACTIVITY CENTER)--official
Hence ends this wonderless story. 

I wish all of you guys, a very very very happy holi.
It's a festival don't let it waste. 

Paint your friends. Make haste.

KISMAT- किस्मत- Fate

ullu tab bhi jaagte hain, jab ho andhiyaari raat

kismat unki bhi hoti hai, jinke hote nahi haath

mat ro phooti kismat pe, aur lado duniya se aaj

jab tera din aayega, tab yahi kismat degi tera saath

उल्लू तब भी जागते हैं, जब हो अंधियारी रात
किस्मत उनकी भी होती है, जिनके होते नहीं हाथ
मत रो फूटी किस्मत पे, और लड़ो दुनिया से आज
जब तेरा दिन आएगा, तब यही किस्मत देगी तेरा साथ

The owls are waking on a new moon day

people with no hands, paint their own fate

Don't cry on bad fate, and fight the world today

When your day comes, your fate will follow your way

SAMUNDAR KA KINAARAA- समुन्दर का किनारा- THE SEASHORE

samundar mein khatm ho jaane ka khouf nahi
kinare pe zinda rehne se dar lagta hai
ki kahin wo duniya na khatm kar de
aur keh de ki ilzaam samundar par hai

समुन्दर में खत्म हो जाने  का खौफ नहीं
किनारे पे ज़िंदा रहने से डर लगता है
कि कहीं वो दुनिया न ख़त्म कर दे
और कह दे की इलज़ाम समुन्दर पर है

If I finish up in the sea, there is no fear

Living on the shore is the biggest fear

As if the whole world is finished by thee

and then thee sayest, the blame is on the sea