LIFE....

Life is beautiful, if you make it for some one .
Life is full of joys if you give them to someone .
Life is all you need , if you make that "SOMEONE" your life.

Suraj ko dekhta hoon main..
kabhi chupta hai baadloon mein,
to kabhi grahan lagta hai us par..
Chaand bhi aata hai aankhoon ke daaiyre mein..
Khoya hua sa lagta hai raat ki tanhaiyon mein,
to kabhi amavas ki dasha lagti us par..
Aisi hi kuch baatein hain is dil mein..
kabhi nikhar uthti hai jaise phool barkha mein..
to kabhi khwahishoon mein kho jaati anamika ban kar..

Hasa kiya kar yunhi ki teri chanchalta,
jene ka ehsaas dilati hai....
Teri aankhoon mein hoke oojhal meri saansein,
dhadakte dil ko sehlati hai...
Mera haath tham kar sang chalte rehna yuhi,
ki abhi duri bahut baki hai...

LOVE SEES NO AGE...

kamal ke laboon ke ras ko pine ki pyaas hoti hai,
maut ka khauff bhala kis bhawnre ko hota hai.
aashiq ki nazrein to husn ko tarshti hain,
umr ka takaaza kis kambakht ko karna hota hai .

MYSTERIOUS GIRL

EK JHONKA HO,MADDHAM MADDHAM AATE HO ,CHUPKE CHUPKE CHALE JAATE HO.

EK ANOOTHI PAHELI HO,NA AAP SULAJHTI HO, NA KABHI BUJHATI HO....

THIS ONE FOR SOMEONE SPECIAL

KAI ROSHAN MEHFILOON KA NOOR HAI TU,
MAAHTAAB SE DHULI HUI MURAT HAI TU
JO CHAKOR KO BHI CHAAND BHULA JAAYE ,
EK AISI BALA KI KHOOBSOORAT HAI TU.

THIS FOR A FRIEND - EKTA MITTAL

phoolon ki mahek ko,teri aankhoon ki sharmo haya ne pheeka kiya...
baaton ki shararat ne,halki si muskurahat se dil ko halka kiya.

AAJ KA SHER

TERI SAANSOON MEIN MAINE APNE JEEVAN KO CHAAHAT KE EK PAL KI TARAH GUZARA HAI,
TERI BAHOON MAIN MAINE APNE DIL KE HAR ARMAAN KO SAVAARA HAI.
TERE VISHWAAS KE BAL PE HUMNE AHLE-DUNIYA KO LALKAARA HAI
JO MIL JAYE TERA SAATH TO , TERI ULFAT MEIN "MAUT " BHI HUMKO GAVAARA HAI

sher-o-shayiri

SAMUNDAR KI LEHROON PE SAVAAR CHUNE NIKLE THE CHAAND KO,
TERI AANKHOON KE SAAHIL PE AA GIRE.
JAB KABHI DAGMAGAYE KADAM JEEVAN KI RAH PE,
TAB TERE AAGHOSH KE SAAYE MEIN AA GIRE

An urge to learn or mere "Glamour"

It is the 24th of september 2006. HIs highness, The President of India is visiting SASTRA deemed university.the security arrangements have been made and admit cards for students issued.An aura of excitement and emphatic spirits is all around.The "junta" gears up to meet and hear the great man speak.

In midst of all this excitement,i lay like a couch potato in my room,only there is no couch but a really uncomfortable chair.A junior who is all ready and dressed up to attend the address asks me to get ready and reminds me that i am late.I looked at him and observed how excited he was about the whole thing and wondered why.What made me wonder even more was the shock that he expressed when i told him that i would not be attending it.

He started his sermons about what a great man A.P.J was and how we had to go.Then ensued a discussion which left me thinking and made me write this blog.I tried to convince him that i did not question the greatness of the man but it was not really important or rather mandatory for me to attend the address.He went on about how we should learn everything from great men and that we needed to see them once if we got the chance.While i argued with him abortively,time passed and we parted ways(i went to my bed and he to attend the seminar).

Now i wonder,why did he find it so necessary to see him to feel inspired ? Was'nt knowing about his works and his life struggle enough to inspire him?This is where it came down to how glamour of a person often attracts people more than his acheivements.I started to question in my mind the basic reason of "getting inspired" quoted by the "junta"?

I tried but invain to convince myself that a mere sight of a person could inspire people while his works fail to evoke a similar response.How many out there if really after inspiration would have read his works.I fear a very few!And behold the phoenix is born again...."An urge to learn or mere "Glamour".