Ek Titali baag me uda karti thi
apne madhur sparsh se foolo ko badaya karti thi
tanhai me bhi sada muskaraya karti thi
tabhi ek bhawara baag me mandrane laga
apne krandan se vish ki lehar bharne laga
wo un phoolo se is kadar lipat sa gaya
phoolo ka aks titali ke liye simat sa gaya
mali bhi titli ka yeh haal dekh sisak sa gaya
bahut bhagaya usne bhaware ko
par uski shetaniya badati gayi
uske chhote sansar me vish ki lehar badati gayi
aur bholi titali din-prati-din marti gayi

Sky is colorful now a day
Through pain I get joy and gay
"What you want?" when God says,
"Labour and pain" I say nay
Then you adviced Don't say nay
If You not accept pain Joy will far away
You should enjoy both spring and may
Only through pain comes always gay
I know you show me the rightous way
So feel gratitude and nothings to pay
Sky remain colorful till the last sun ray
If I do whatever you say

The day light breaks again
Another day has begun.
But still no sleep has come.
My body is weary
My mind overworked.
I lie awake thinking
But what I am unsure.
I need to break free from the cycle I endure.
Everyday is the same and the nights are undistinguished.
I feel as though I am being pushed along with the tide
Unable to break free from the everyday flow.
This is not me I need to change, before time takes over
And I am unable to change.
I need to be freed from the grasp of ordinary
And become that person I have always longed for.
Express myself in every way, and conquer the dreams as I lie awake.
Then I may fall asleep and put my mind to rest.
Make changes in my life and help those in need.
I would like to touch everyone's life in a positive way
And leave my mark on society before I fade away.

Mukadar ka sikandar hoon,
Mar kar muje jina hain,
muje har pal chalte rahana hain,
chalna hain nai umang nae honsle k saath,
mujko sabse aage jaana hain,
chuna hain aasmaan ki unchaio ko,
napna hain samandar ki gaharaio ko,
Mukadar ka sikandar hoon,
Mar kar muje jina hain,
muje har pal chalte rahana hain,
pina hain har haar k ghoot ko,
haar kar bhi muje jitna hain,
amaavsyaa ki kaali raat ko,
purn chandramaa ki chaandani se mahakaana hain,
Mukadar ka sikandar hoon,
Mar kar muje jina hain,
muje har pal chalte rahana hain,
churane hain mujko aansoo sabki aankho se
deni hain hansi sab k labo pe,
har gam dil main chupa kar,
dard main bhi muskaraana hain,
Mukadar ka sikandar hoon,
Mar kar muje jina hain,
muje har pal chalte rahana hain,
karne hain sapne poore kisi k,
kisi k vishwaas ko muje nibhana hain,
jitna hain mujko,
duniya ko apna banana hain,
Mukadar ka sikandar hoon,
Mar kar muje jina hain,
muje har pal chalte rahana hain,
ast ho kar bhi sitare ban kar aasman main chamakana hain,
nai subah ki paheli kiran ka swagat muje karna hain,
patjad main patte gira kar suraj ki garmi se dharti ko tapne se bachaana hain,
basant ki madhur bayaron se dharti ko mehakana hain,
Mukadar ka sikandar hoon,
Mar kar muje jina hain,
muje har pal chalte rahana hain,

Times come and go,
And I find myself in woe,
But I shall never give up and cry,
Until the very day I die,
For I have faith in Lord's will,
One day he shall make me grater still,
No matter how near or far,
I'll always see my shining star,
And have him by my side,
Giving me strength and hope,
that shall never subside.

A letter from a Mother to her Son a Tribute on his 21st birthday


Dear Son,

Wish you a happy 21st Birthday !

Welcome to the World of Adulthood !
Cherish the days of bygone Boyhood.
There is no charm in the world of experience
without that streak of innocence.

Now you've got the key to this mature world !
Let the world be explored and prospects unfurled.
May this key of 21, forged with love and care,
Lead you to the undreamt summits out there.

Once you find yourself at that height
The past below may look very slight.
But remember that is where your first step began,
Which made you toddle and walk and you ran !

Learn to work in team and still say "Yes Boss"
That is how the file moves across.
Help the ones in need, in kind or cash or in word
let not your left hand know what your right had forwarded

Never use the scales of currency to weigh your bride
She is your prized partner and your pride
To value the esteem you must never fail
You are 'NOT FOR SALE'

Thank you for standing by me as a man of steel
When my own mother was in need of such care & feel
You are not just my weakness and you are my strength too
May you remain the same and may God bless you

P.S : (Such preaching will not come your way time and again
Flip this leaf and read it all over again !)

Wedding Poems