AAJ BHI CHHALAK UTHATA HAI
ANURAG TUMPER
HE ! SAMRITIYA TUJHAPER
HE ! SAMRITIYA TIJHAPER.
AAJ BHI HAI WAHI CHITRAN
WAHI SABKUCHH MAN PER,
LIYE NINAD ,PARAG WAHI
JO AATE YAAD UBHARKAR
HA! WAHI NISI, DIVAS WAHI,
PRAKHAR GRISHM BHI WAHI,
WAHI TARU,BEL WAHI,
BITHI WAHI,KAN DHOOL WAHI,
KHET WAHI, KHALIHAN WAHI,
WAHI SABKUCHH , PARIDHAN WAHI
NADI WAHI, TAALAB WAHI,
PANCHHI KA PADAV WAHI,
WAHI KOTAR –KUTIR WAHI,
MANDIR WAHI ,PEEPAL WAHI,
DUKH WAHI,DARD WAHI
LOGO KA MARZ WAHI,
AAJ BHI NAMAN TUMAKO JHUKAR,
HE ! SMRITIYA TUJHAPER.

SOCHATA HOON KYUN NA UTAR DU,
ISS PATAJHAD MEIN,
KYUN NA UTAAR PHEKU,
MAN-MUTAW ANTAR MANN KA,
BHED-BHAW JATI-PATI KA,
TARUWO KI TARAH BOJHIL SUKHE PAAT,
KYUN NA GIRA DU JO HAI,
BOJH BANE BARSON SE MANN KE UPAR,
HA! KYUN NA KAR LU MANN KO,
ANGIT BURAIYON SE DUUR,
KYUN NA UGAOU NAI-NAI KOPALE,
MANN KE BRINTO PAR ISS BAAR,
JIS KI CHHAYA MEIN BAITH KAR,
HAR EK PATHIK KARE VISHRAM,
AISA EK CHHATANAR TARU,
BAN JAOUN AB KI BAAR.

For decades,
Nameless,
You strove toward the
Dead volcano,
And never got there.
Gentle Giants.
Silent Sisters.
Yawning clouds.
Voyaging with a stately grace
Across every sky for miles.
Curves the Guggenheim would die for.
And warm, inside, with
Countless years
Of contemplation folded
In your gaze.
"Taller than the pyramids!"
They said, but No-one,
Ever, thanked you,
For putting MORE clouds
Into a wet, winter sky.

A Crack.
A Sigh.
The earth shook,
And gathered you down.
Miles away


The Highway is calling.

they make me feel like no other band.
they give me ideas that constantly run through my head.
they make my life feel like so much more.
they make my songs ring out and soar.
they give me inspiration to stay strong.
they give me ideas to know if i am wrong.
they will always be my favorite band.
green day is it and i am glad.

A line of cars - about nineteen,
had stopped behind me.
No obstacle was to be seen,
you ask 'why should this line be'.

My trusty phone lets out a beep,
a sign of simple pleasures,
my heart performs a happy leap,
familiar with these treasures.

So, now you know, my little flower,
your magic does extend
with unrelenting innate power
through messages you send.

The next time when I hear beep - beeep
I'll wear again a smile.
And if the line behind my Jeep
is longer than a mile,
so be it, I say, what's your beef?
Perhaps these drivers could
send out their own texts, long or brief,
as definitely they should.

And come to think, I only felt
this happy on my birthdays,
reminds me of the time you yelled
'I'll talk to you on Thursday! '

So now the day of Thursday has
become my favourite day.
We need to keep this razzmatazz
have Thursday every day.

I remember so well those first cries
And the look of wonder in your eyes
You seemed to smile as if to make
A promise that you’d never break
That you would love me all your days
And understand my varied ways
Memories flood back to me
When you were one and two and three
It all seems like just yesterday
When parties were just simple play
Pass the parcel – don’t be slow
What are the presents - I don’t know
Christmas magic – Santa’s sleigh
Tooth fairies and child-like days
Now you are 14 years of age
And it’s for you I write this page
I am so proud of you today
And will forever feel that way.

Wedding Poems