Lady moonlight

lady moonlight,guide me through the darkness, all my life
through the night,towards the golden morning,away from strife
lady moonlight,show me the way to the goal of my life
visions of which haunt my mind and fill my eyes
lady moonlight,teach me, forever there wont be sunlight
and on my path of life many thorns will lie
some peircing my heart and stealing my smile
casing me agony,not letting me rest,even for a while
and then give me the strength to fight..
lady moonlight
Then one day the night shall be gone
and the new day with a golden morning would have dawned
teach me,lady moonlight,the sun shall be soon gone
and all my troubles back,the darkness shall be reborn
and i shall need you then and all along..
so when my heart's heavy and eyes are a sinking ship
come and bless me,give me strength to face life's whip
for the millions of stars in the sky,sit and smile shining bright..
i know its your light which shall kill the darkness in the night..
lady moonlight...

ek khwahish

gardish mein chaye chaand taare aaj hulchul kar rahe hain....
tujhko mere dil mein saansoon ki jagah dhadakte dekh aaj vo bhi jal rahe hain...
meeri aankhoon ke noor mein tera hi tasavvur jhalak raha hai...
teri ulfat meri rooh mein jeevan ban ke panap rahi hai..
tujhko paakar humne raatoon mein bhi noor hi paya sanam..
teri dua se,aaj humne jeevan amrit paaya sanam...
dil ke armaanoon ko hoonthon par laakar ab kya karein,
jab tune dil ke har armaan ko apna banaya sanam..
Ab us shabnami raat ka intezaar hai..
jis pal mein basa hoga tere mere pyaar ka sansaar sanam..
dooriyaan jo hain wo khwaboon mein ab tak mit ti rahin...
ab jaldi aakar khwaboon ko bhi le jao sanam...

TEASER

aapka deedar hua subah rangeen sama deewaana sa lagta hai...
khush na hoiye,
ek nazar idhar bhi daliye,
aankhoon pe hamare barah number ka chashma lagta hai...

DIL...!!!!

Bada hi anokha hota hai dil,
har pal jo dhadakta hai dil.
Jaane kitni khwahisheen rakhta hai dil,
kitni aahein bharta hai dil.
Na jaane kyon bhara bhara sa rehta hai dil,
jaane kis liye tadapta hai dil..
Jane kya hota hai dil,
kyon bebas karta hai dil.
Jane kyon hota hai aisa dil,
kyon vash mein karke rakhta hai dil.
Jane kyon saansoon ko kayam rakhta hai dil,
kyon rishtoon mein ulajhta hai dil.
Phir kyon itna kamzor hota hai dil,
har pal banta bigadta rehta hai dil.
Jaane kyon aaj mujhse yeh puchva raha hai dil,
jaane kyon likhva raha hai dil.
Jaane kyon dil se aazaad hona chahta hoon main,
ya khud se aazad hona chahta hai dil.
jaane kya dhoondhta hoon main,
ya jaane kya dhoondhta hai yeh dil.
Jaane kaisi kash-ma-kash mein uljha hai dil,
jaane kaisi uljhan mein laya hai dil.
Jaane kya fitrat rakhta hai dil,
phool ya keval uski mahek ko chahta hai dil.
Bagh mein to har phool ki mahek ek samaan hai failti,
phir kaise ek phool ki mahek ko pehchaanta hai dil.
Na jaane kis daaman ko thamna chahta hai dil,
jaane kis saki ko saathi banana chahta hai dil.
Dost to kai hote hain,
phir kaise pyaar ko pehchaanta hai dil,
jaane pyaar ki kis paribhasha ko maanta hai dil.
Ajab mod pe aaj laaya hai dil,
ek jeevan aur ek saaya laaya hai dil.
Dono ko apnana chahta hai dil,
par na jane kise paraya banayega yeh dil.
Na jaane kis anjaan ko apnayega yeh dil,
na jaane kis mod pe laake chod jayega yeh dil.....

NA JAANE KYOON...????

Na jaane kyoon,
nahin mahek rahi hai kali bahaar ki..
Na jaane kyoon,
nahin beh rahi paavan pavan pyaar ki.
Ki gul kabhi khila to tha,
aur chaie thi rut basanth bahaar ki.
Ki jhoomti hava chali to thi,
aur layi thi zameen pe mahek mere pyaar ki.
Na jaane kyon,
khali reh gaya paimana wo sharab ka.
Na jaane kyoon,
Nakabposh ho gayi wo chamak shabab ki.
Ki pyaas to lagi hi thi,
aur bhara hua maiaana,aankhoon mein saja bhi tha.
Ki saaki bhi laajawaab tha,
aur haath mein uske pyaala vo jaam ka.
Na jaane kyon,
chaie si hai kuch nami ab aankhoon mein.
Na jaane kyon,
kho rahi thi aankhoon se roshni shamaoon ki.
Ki dhoop vo kabhi dhali na thi,
aur aag vo bhi kabhi bujhi na thi.
Ki neend to kabhi aaye na thi,
aur aankh bhi kabhi lagi na thi,magar,
Na jaane kyoon,
Lagti hai adhoori si ye zindagi.
Na jaane kyoon,
mai likh raha hoon yeh kadi.
Ki kabhi vo beshumaar geet,bhi maine hi gaaya to tha
aur jeevan ke gul ko,
kabhi seench ke maine khilaya to tha.
Ki khil rahi,
hai ab hasi chehre pe har ghadi,
Par na jaane kyoon,
ro raha hai dil mera,chupa hua.
Na jaane kyoon,
toot gaya hai vo atoot vishvaas mera..
Ki na jaane kya bhul hui raah mein pyaar ke,
guzar rahe hain din ab bin mere yaar ke.
Na jaane kyoon,
na ho sake hum ek yahaan sansaar mein..
Ki chaahat bhi to thi,
aur marasim jude bhi the yaar se..

"who now has a legend's fame"

The night was calm with a starlit sky
The search for the moon, lurked hither thither in his eyes
He searched for a clear view in a dwindling milky way
Blurred by the tears which filled his eyes and rolled away
Dejected he sat,still staring at the sky
as the silence grew thicker and clouds came by
The moon lost in oblivion,even the starlight was gone
The night grew darker around him,leaving him woe-begone
He sat on the ground moist with tears,
They had frozen in his eyes with the cold of his fear
His tears had stopped but eyes still raised
Questioning the heavens with a helpless rage
He was looking for his answers, wishing for a boon
the best of all his treasures,a glimpse of his moon
The clouds were flying by as night held its pace
as he closed his eyes,thoughts filled with her face
His breath was growing loud,heart beat clear
slowing their pace down hinting at the end which was near
He went through all that night,sorrow happiness and fear
He rose and walked,pulling his legs which had gone stiff
He walked towatds the sky,till theend of the highest cliff
There wasnt a soul nearby,nor a puff of air for a leaf to turn
The night resembled his soul,left with nothing to burn
He wasnt drunk,but had no control over his mind
As he rose again to put up a final tiff,leaving all behind
Something divine the, people say happened that night,
As mist settled down,skies were filled by a light.
He saw her claim some,some say he heard her name
and thats the last they knew of him,who now has a legends fame

Ek dua hai....

Ajab yeh dil ki ranjishein hain...
na jaane kahaan strotra inka !
nahin bharta ji ab maikadoon se,
paimana khali pada hai dil ka.
Guzarte hue pal lagte hain bhari,
Jeevan ke safar ka anth nahin dikhta.
Kadmoon ke neeche rahein dagmaga rahi,
Apne saaki ka sahaara bhi nahin milta.
Aankhoon mein kashishoon ke ghere,
aansoon ban ab beh rahe hain...
Mann ki khwahishoon ke aashiyaane,
Jaane kahaan kho gaye hain...
Gardishoon mein chaye wo taaaron ke mele,
Sannate ki chadhar odhe gum ho gaye hain...
Meri ulfat ke wo rangeen afsane,
simat ke barkha mein murjha rahe hain...
Sulagte mere is jeevan ki...
ab raakhein udhne lagi hain...
Sard aahoon ki thithur mein
vo namm hone chale hain...
Saanson mein basi narm garmaahat,
ab khud mein bujhne lagi hai...
Rosandaanoon ke ujaaloon mein,
door tak andhere chaane lage hain...
Mere ateet ki parchaie mein,
ab merawajood mitne laga hai...
Mere dard min ab jo reh gaya hai baki,
wo sirf mere yaar ki salaamati ki ek dua hai......

Ki andhere mein chiraag jalaane nikle the,
Ghar apna jaala aaye..
Khud hi apne haathoon se,
apne yaar ka gala daba aaye

kacchi kali todi nahin jaati,
puraani mohabbatein chodi nahin jaati
waqt ki har karvat pe,
zindagi ki raahein modi nahin jaati
ek baar kuch khone pe,
phir paane ki umeed choi nahin jaati
kuch khwahishoon ke peeche,
apni manzilien bhulai nahin jaati
gam-e-dil ke saayoon mein
apni parchaiyaan khoi nahi jaati
khud hi apne haathoon se ,
ulfat ki nayya duboi nahin jaati
lakh koshish karein diljale,
uski schhaie dil se chupaiye nahin jaati

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".