Ansuon ko chupane ki takleef na dekhi kisine,
Magar kehte hain log ki "adat bahut hai tumhe muskurane ki
Thes na pahuchade kisi ko baaten hamari
Isi dar se hum khamosh rahe,
Magar kehte hain log "adat bahut hai tumhe ruth jane ki"
Tute hue armanon ko samete raat bhar hum soye nahin,
Magar kehte hain log "adat bahut hain tumhe khwab sajane ki"
Tumare siva kisi ko na chaha humne,
Tumhare siva rab se kuch na manga humne,
Magar kehte hain log "adat bahut hai tumhe thukrane ki"
Khud ke dard ko dafna ke dil mein marham auron ke zakhmon par lagaya humne,
Magar kehte hain log "adat bahut hai tumhe dil jalane ki"

He was a bull,
No doubt, a true bull
Immensely huge,
Immensely hasty
With his ancestors' wild blood
With glittering horns,
Elusive like snow-slip,
Shining and black,
As if dancing and whirling
He rushed out of the shed.

He dug out ten trees,
Ten not very tall trees,
Then dug up the earth
Running up the rise.
He dug up the earth
And with a foaming mouth
Bellowed at the skies.
Men blew into trumpets:
The bull was an offering – a sacrifice

All at once, he looked
At the scared men lying in ambush
He bellowed and stood stock-still
For a while rather anguished.
Nobody had let him
Turn into an ox
Or else they'd stick
Two candles to his horns

With his pointed horns
He again dug up the ground
Without thinking twice,
Rushed up to the old limes
He failed to bend them,
And again attacked them bravely,
Again assaulted
The senseless battle
Fatigued him and exhausted

Then the brave lads
Displayed their valor:
Stole up and lassoed him,
Tied up his legs
It was disgusting!
The boys, cheered up by wine,
Kicked his huge testicles,
Giggling and laughing

He wheezed, he staggered,
The pain was bitter,
They had forgotten, those guys,
That he was a bull, a bull to be killed,
A bull to be killed as a sacrifice!
And from the standpoint of a male
He regretted having wasted away,
Like a hot-tempered
And peppery man,
His only wealth
Energy and strength

Huya Na Shayad Ho Kabhi
Tum Sa Vyakti Mahaan
Naaz Kare Tum Pe Sachin Saara Hindustan
Saara Hindustan, Shaan Hai Sabse Pyaari
Ek Baat Par Palle Padati Nahi Hamari
Sang Tumhare Team India Jashn Manaye
Aise Mauke Dekhne Me Kam Hi Aaye

Ae Khuda kya isi din ke liye banayi thi ye duniya
Dekh jaat-paat me bant ke reh gaya insaan
Tune jinko pyaar ka paath sikhaya tha
Bhed-bhaav me ulajh ke reh gaya woh nadaan

Dilon ke beech me khinch di simaayein
Umeed se aage nikal gaya insaan
Kaise ise aman ki raah dikayein
Khuda ke naam pe lad raha, yeh beimaan

Insaaniyat ki bhaavna ko bhoola gaya
Kya samjhega prem ki boli yeh nadaan
Nafrat se bhari is duniya ka
Kya bhala kar payega ye insaan

Apne matlab me rishtey bhoola gaya
Khuda ki den ko mazaak bana gaya
Kya umeed us kudrat ne na pali thi
Un umeedon ko pani me baha gaya

Ae insaan kahan tak jayega tu
Ek na ek din pyaar ki bhookh tujhe bhi hogi
Tab kahan kahan bhatakta phirega tu
Jab tujhe apnon ki hi zarurat hogi

Ab bhi waqt hai sambhal ja, ae nadaan
Aise na lad tu dharm ke naam
Na kar Khuda ko yun badnaam
Bhool gaya kehte the Sai Sadguru bhi ye
Sabka Malik Ek Samaan

Main hridaya hoon
Main hansta hoon
Main rota hoon
Main har shareer mein dhadkta hoon
Jab ho udaas tum
Main tumhare saath hota hoon
Gar koi shikayat ho
To main hi to tumhe sunta hoon
Main tumhare jine ka sahara hoon
Main tumhari zarurat hoon
Kaise jiyoge tum mere bina
Gar kisi din main na dhadkoon
To kyun tum mujhe satate ho
Chahte ho tum kisiko
Jab woh chod de tumko
To mujhe hi baatein sunate ho
Kya gunaah hai mera
Ki main tum me dhadkta hoon
Tum jise chahte ho
Main bhi use khud se lagata hoon
Phir kyun tum mujhe dhutkarte ho
Jab kisi khaas se chot khate ho
Tab yeh bhi bhool jate ho
Chot kha ke bhi jo chup ho
Woh hridaya to main hi hoon
Jo gham me bhi har pal tumhare saath ho
Chahe bebas hi sahi
Par tumhara hridaya main hi to hoon

Morning is silent
morning is calm
morning is beautiful
but morning is not complete
without wishing u good and wonderful day

Wedding Poems