ACHANAK MANN KA DWAR KHATKA,
SOCHA AKHIR KAUN HOGA ?
UTHA DHIRE SE AAH ! BHARTE,
JEEVAN KI KARAH BHARTE,
DEKHA JAB DARWAJA KHOL,
TO HAWA THI PURWAI,
BARSON BAAD MERI CHAUKHAT PAR,
THI BASANT RITU AAYEE.
HA ! KHADA THHA SAMANE,
JO TUTA PED,
US PAR DEKHI HARIYALI CHHAYEE,
HA! BARSON BAAD BASANT RITU,
AAJ CHAUKHAT PAR MERE AAYEE,
SACHAMUCH KHATAM HUI JEEVAN SE,
PATAJHAD KI TANHAI,
HA ! BARSON BAAD MERI CHAUKHAT PAR BASANT RITU AAYEE.
BASANT RITU AAYEE.

Lab pe aati hai dua bann ke tamanna meri,
Zindagi shamma ki surat ho khudaya meri,
Ho mere dam se yunhi mere watan ki zeenat,
Jis tarah phool se hoti hai chaman ki zeenat,
Zindagi ho meri parwaane ki surat ya rab,
Ilm ki shamma se ho mujh ko mohabbat ya rab,
Ho mera kaam gareebon ki himaayat karna,
Dard mando se zayeefon se mohabbat karna,
Mere Allah buraayi se Bachaana mujh ko,
Neik jo raah hai uss raah pe chalaana mujh ko,
Lab pe aati hai dua bann ke tamanna meri,
Zindagi shamma ki surat ho khudaya meri.

As the candlelight flame,
Your life may always be happiness' claim,
As the mountain high,
You move without sigh,
Like the white linen flair,
Purity is always an affair,
As sunshine creates morning glory,
Fragrance fills years as flory,
With the immaculate eternal smile,
Attached to you mile after mile,
All darkness is far away,
As light is on its way.

KYONKI PATAJHAD HAI BIT RAHA,
BASANT RITU HAI FIR AAYEE,
NANGI TARU TAHANIYO PAR,
DEKHO FIR HARITIMA CHHAI,
NAYE-NAYE PARIDHAN HAI MANO,
NAYI UMANG HAI NAYE ULLAS,
PAR KYUN BAITHA HE! MANN TU,
LIYE SOCH MANN PAR UDAS,
DEKH TARU PANCHHI KOTAR KO,
VISTRIT NILE NILGAGAN KO,
SPARSH KARATI JA RAHI,
THANDI-THANDI US PAWAN KO,
JO KAHATI,BADLAW HAI DEKHO,
TUM BHI JEEVAN JINA SIKHO,
NAI UMANGO KA PARIDHAN PAHAN,
UTAR PURANE PARIDHAN TUM FEKO.

In the dark of night,
I saw a comet,
From my window,
When I was looking towards to sky,
But I never felt fear,
As doing in childhood,
Really mother has remembered me,
Always she said "Don't see it",
It's a 'bad print',
But I want to wait in the dark of night,
To see now,because,
I feel in my alone time,
Mother is telling something to me.

Ten Thousand miles apart I still follow the pleasant and eerie past,
Haunting and wanting it stays mellowing down its significant days.

Everyday is like the day I had lived,
Some for myself and some for Him,
Cause life is more than precious,
To bend down and depart.

Boredom strikes me every hour,
Killing me and my creativity,
Did I want to do this? I ask,
For the printed paper is my sacrifice.

Sun rises and sets,
Ground dries and wets,
Sailing through time,
Still we remain.
Still we remain.

Wedding Poems