Masterpiece

God took the strength of a mountain,
The majesty of a tree,
The warmth of a summer sun,
The calm of a quiet sea,
The generous soul of nature,
The comforting arm of night,
The wisdom of the ages,
The power of the eagle’s flight,
The joy of a morning in spring,
The faith of a mustard seed,
The patience of eternity,
The depth of a family need.

Then God combined these qualities.
When there was nothing more to add,
He knew His masterpiece was complete,

Saara Chaman

gajaraa banaa ke le aa maalaniyaa
vo aaye hai.n ghar me.n hamaare
der na ab tuu lagaa

saaraa chaman ho jinakaa diivaanaa
aisii kaliyaa.N chun ke laa
laalii ho jin me.n un ke labo.n kii
un ko piro ke le aa

jo bhii dekhe un kii suurat
jhukii jhukii a.Nkhiyo.n se pyaar kare
chandaa jaisaa ruup hai un kaa
aa.Nkho.n me.n ras hai bharaa

Tum door ho k bhi paas lage

Raat k afsaano me pihglee thi, andheron ka tuhje chanda samhaj liya tha…
Tanha thi uss raat b har raat ki tarhan “Sidraah”, takye ko tera kandha samhaj liya tha.

Tum door ho k bhi paas lage, mere aanchal k saaye me, “Azeem”, k humne tuhje chuhpaa liya tha…
Na dehk payi dunya k kahan ho gaye tum, meri wafa ka saath tumne b iss qadar nibhaa liya tha.

Khayaalon me kareeb paane lagi main tuhjko, haqeeqat me tho chaandini saath thi…
Aankeh band ya kuhlli, tum saamne the, haan ye baat aur thi.

Na poohcho yaaron, kaise kaati gahdriyaan raat ki gin gin “Sidraah” ne,
K aenge milne, kaha tha humko humaare piya ne.

Tab b na jaane, kitne gahnto baad aye wo dilruba se milne,
Jo jhuk rahi thi neendiya se palkaen, aachanak chamak uhtti un ki deed se kihlne.

Tu aya aur aasman se chanda hata, sawera kihdrki se aane laga…
K jab chaand tha meri nazron k aage, tho aasmaan se usska ehsaas jaane laga.

Mera din huwa shuru suraaj ki shuhwayaen* b tadrap k tumse mulaqaat karne aaaeen,
Aaye hain “Azeem” apni dulhan ko jagaane, ye nazaara apni b palkon me bharne aaeen.

Haan, khafa the hum intizaar kar kar k tera tuhjse, jaaneman, magar,
Bhool gaye gille shikwe, jab teri baahaen meri baahon k sahaare se sawarne aaen~~~~

Jo neend roth jae Aankho se meri

Jab men rooth jaaun to Phool le k aae

Ulti seedhi batein kr k Mjhe Hansaye

Me jis k lye pura Sajaaun khud ko

Or jab wo dekhe to bas dekhti jaye

Palken num hojaen agr Meri

Wo Pyar ki Barish Mujh pe Barsaye

Jo neend roth jae Aankho se meri

Koi to ho Jo band Palkon ko Choom kr

Baahon mei le k pyar se Sulaye

‘KASH’ Koi to hoJis pe Me Haq se Haq jataoun

Jo sirf Meri or Bas Meri hi reh Jaye!

Main Kho Bhi Jaaon Agar Zindagi ke Mele Mein

Woh ik zaat se apna ajeeb naata hai
Mein jab bhatakta hon, woh rasta dikhata hai

Sawad-e-shab mein bhi roshan hai rasta mera
Woh chand ban ke mere sath sath chalta hai

Yeh sozo saaz, yeh tabindagi, yeh haala jaan
Koi chirag ki soorat mujhe jalata hai

Mein kho bhi jaaon agar zindagi ke mele mein
Woh meherbaan mujhe phir se dhoond lata hai

Fakeeha sheher ko maloom hi nahin amir
Woh rasta jo dilon se guzar ke jata hai

Dost tum aisa karna

Me mar jau to mere Sirhane na bithana us ko,
Boht Tasalli dena boht pyar se Samjhana us ko,

Ghomne ka bahana kar k door Fizao me kahi le jana us ko,
Wo bawafa hy us waqt ye ehsas na dilana us ko,

Us k samny na karna batey aesi k meri yaad ajae,
Meri tafri k mashghale suna suna k hansana us ko,

Wo roye ga boht bilawaje to meri rooh tarap uthegi Yaar,
Dost tm aesa karna meri Mout ka he na batana us ko…….

I feel like a baby teen

Mom, no!
You can’t do this!
I can’t let Teddy go!

He’s always been in my room,
And now you think ‘it’ takes up too much space?
In that case,
I don’t want to grow up.

My toy cars went to little brother
Little sister took my dolls
It’s been so long since I’ve lost
The liberty to scribble on walls

Mom, don’t remind me again
I know I’ve turned sixteen
But you must understand I’ve not ‘grown up’
I feel like a baby-teen
I have developed a liking
For little dresses and clutch bags
And for everything girle, pink and cute
But I haven’t lost my love for Teddy
And you say it doesn’t suit!

I want hair straighteners, nose rings,
And the Lakme LipShine Gloss
But I want to also go to the fair
And for the helicopter ride
And I don’t want to give up candy floss
I want that balloon that flies up in the air
Or at least the heart shaped one
I want to be a super cool teen
And a sensible young girl
But not at the cost of kiddish crazy fun!

Mom, I’m a little girl,
And that’s how I like to be
Please Mom, please
Don’t send Teddy…