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Dariya dariya zindagi

Dariya dariya zindagi
Dariya har ik khwaab hai
Mera koi kinaara nahi
Samundra mera gulaam hai

Kahin sahej leta hu
Kai rom apne daaman mei
Kahin cheer kar rakh deta hu
Kai kankar apne aahvano se

Samay ka pravah
Kabhi mujhse tez nahi
Mai rond kar rakh deta hu
Takraar ka gurez nahi

Dariya dariya zindagi
Dariya har ik khwaab hai
Mera koi kinaara nahi
Samundra mera gulaam hai

Meri gati ka
Mujhi ko koi ehsaas nahi
Kam kar sake tej mera
Suraj mei voh dusshaas nahi

Mera pata toh har waqt
Zameen ke paas hai
Pahado ki santaan hu
Aagosh mei aakash hai

Sabhi ka mai mitra hu
Kisi ka khaas nahi
Jo baat kare satya ki
Usi ka mai paatr hu

Rukta nahi baandhon se
Dabta nahi navon se
Mera seena apaar hai
Brahmand bhi lachaar hai

Dariya dariya zindagi
Dariya har ik khwaab hai
Mera koi kinaara nahi
Samundra mera gulaam hai

Let the light in

This poem is a dedication to all the people who want to let go of the lazy slumber and inhibitions to embrace their dreams.

Laying in hibernation in the cold hard days
Dreaming about the rainbows of the happy days
Heart’s so lost that the rhythm’s like a blues song
Sinking, surging life’s waves, just sauntering along

In harmony are the haze and ice
Hope plays hide and seek in a sporadic disguise
The more I dig the buried hatchet of the memory trench
My senses are aghast with that longing stench

Forever I can’t lie to the burning soul
Got to drag the body from the lazy haul
Open the drapes to embrace the gifts of surprise
Let the light in to a new sunrise…


Kabhi toh aana tu bhi mere saffe par alfaaz ki tarah,
Door ghataon mei se chhanti roshni ki parwaaz ki tarah,
Meri duaon ka kaboolnama hai tera muskurana,
Uski pakeezgee hai khoobsurat mere kalaam ki tarah.

Nazron ka jhuk jana riwayton ke lihaz ki tarah,
Kuchh eshsaas se, kuchh jazbaat se ankahi keh jana humraaz ki tarah,
Pehle pehar ki namaaz si masoom hai teri aankhen,
Jaise dekhte hi aagosh mei sama jana, ulfat ke aagaz ki tarah.

Meri khamoshion ko awaaz de jana, meri soch ko aagaz de jana,
Kabhi guzro kisi roz mere darwaze se,
Toh chhukar meri kalam ko likhne ka andaaz de jaana,
Zindagi jeene ka ik bahana dhoondhti hai ye aankhen, inhe zindadili ka ik haseen paigaam de jaana.


Paas nahi ho tum, toh bhi yahin kahin ho tum.

Sab keh gayi ye aankhein, toh bhi ik baat ankahi ho tum.

Zindagi hai ik registaan si banjar, toh bhi pehli baarish ki boondo mei shamil nami haseen ho tum.

Jahaan har raasta hai ek aur paheli ki tarah, vahan kuchh aasan silsilon ki ik dor sarsari ho tum.

Jahaan kuchh aur nahi maut ke sanaate ke siva, vahan zindagi se sarabor ik khushfahmi ho tum.

Jahan aakar jhuk jaana dastoor hai iss zamaane ka, uss dargah ki dehleez ka pak noor ho tum.

Jo chhipta hai jaakar saagar ki baahon mei, uss suraj ki lalima ka guroor ho tum.

Jahan jaade se thithurta hai voh nanha sa baalak, vahan ik daraar se aati hui dhoop ki garmi ho tum.

Mai hun jis makaam ka pyaasa zamaane bhar se, uss makaam ki nawazish mei maqbool ho tum.

Kya dekhna uss husn ka joh itraata hai har pal, meri rooh ke aaine mei jo kaid hai voh tasveer ho tum.

Mai khud ko dhoondho yan kho jaane dun teri yaadon mei, uss khone mei sab kuchh paa jaane ka sukoon ho tum.


Sometimes a dish is not perfect until it is sprinkled with a bit of spice. Similarly a sprinkle of gratitude and small gestures of love make the dish of life tastier than ever.

Memories have a life of their own,
Some get conceived at the moments of utter joy,
Others are sad like a little still born boy,
Yet immortal, yet indelible post the initial ahoy.

Swiping someone off their feet,
With unannounced arrivals and rhapsodic beat.
Tears of joy with a soothing hug,
A gift out of nowhere is hard to shrug.

Candlelit evenings in the arms of a lake,
A filling of love in the surprise cake.
A soup with a smile for the healing touch,
Long drives through the rain when there’s nothing much.

Because life is a flow of emotional streams,
Merging at a juncture in the end of the one act scenes.
So why not create a piggy bank of smiles,
Open it up to cherish the memory lane through the last mile.

The Orange Moon

The Sun struggles for the whole day to meet back with the horizon once it rises out of it. Whereas an orange moon occurs when the Moon is very close to the horizon and they(sun, moon, horizon) finally meet. Similarly sometimes we struggle in life until we think of someone far away with whom we will meet when our descend towards the horizon begins.

Several feet away yet i can hear your heartbeat,
Incense across space and time like the sweetest smell of orchid leaves,
I feel that smile on my silly jokes,
Serene as the dampness of the misty oaks.

Boundaries of light years yet your voice brightens my life,
Giving wings to my heart’s wishes like a million fireflies,
The sounds of my songs in the karaoke bars,
You are the asteroid of my universe brighter than a million stars.

On my run across the garden you’re the stead behind my step,
The chats with the old baker about your favourite crepe,
Remember you by with each whiff of air I breathe,
Hugging the cushions, and your fragrance in my sheets.

When I see the sky my love reflects even more,
As beautiful as your eyes on seeing me at the door,
I am the sun’s hope of meeting the horizon’s gaze,
You are the orange moon shining back my longing rays.

Killing Them Softly

I walk into the world of virulent wolves with nothing but mischief under my sleeve,
What to others is a tumultuous ravine, for me its a premonition to redeem.

They surround, they slander, laying cobwebs for the adversary to concede
Little do they know of the forlorn games I won, neither of the weapon that I conceal.

To their fire I am the ice, to their darkness I am the morning sunrise,
Their constant shenanigans are just fuel to my patience pyre.

Mad I am from in to out but method to the madness is what’s on my priors,
No matter wolves are growling to scare, insecurities gallore in their vain stare.

I am ready for the battle with the ominous device,
Some call it chortle, others laughter, some chuckle, while others smile.

It is this what puts their minds through the turnstile,
Why go hard when killing them softly is so worthwhile.


Sochtan hun ki kaash voh bhi kabhi mere baare mei soche

Ittefaq se hi sahi, kabhi mera bhi khayaal voh apne khwabon mei khoje

Jo band hai khidkian kai roz se,

Voh karne ko aaj aankhon ki guftugu, kuchh lamho ke liye khole.


Kuch aisa tha mausam ka bebakpan, kuchh aisi zindadili teri muskan mei thi
Ki mai toh nikla tha bhar ke zehen mei kuch sawal
Ab toh jawabon ka silsila bhi tujhe janne ka bahana ho gaya.

Kyun kajal tera karta hai abhi bhi mujhse baatein
Kyun adaa teri se mera taroof baar baar ho jaata hai
Ki mai toh baitha tha alfaazon ke bagaan se kuch phool chunne
Teri soch mei ye agaaz bhi nazm likhne ka ik bahana ho gaya.

Camaraderie Of Silence

In this poem I talk about the times of silence where I sit alone and think about life, goals and the problems that keep me awake at night.

Zero, Vaccum, tranquility, hush are the diamonds in the life’s rough,
Waging lonely battles against life’s frivolous trouphs.
In harrowing night where becons a tryst with the longing to wither the time,
The power of silence rallies the intellect to stifle this crime.

Alone I sit waiting for the train of thoughts,
Sometimes its musings somedays its an aweful lot.
The vine of challenges encircles to thicken the plot,
Then I draw the sword of logic to cut through these knots.

The time that makes the philosophers think, the time that changes the rulers to kings.
It’s that time of the day which solitude brings,
Where silence is the companion in the troubled brinks.

Things go quieter as the times go past,
Mind aches for a companion to share the feel of outcast.
The fire of melancholy burns the cauldron of heart,
Enraging the blood to add fuel for a quest miles apart.

Now I have made friends with the lonesome days,
Now i hold hands with the quiet nights.
For its the time of the day that gives wings to the thought’s flight,
My comate my crony, towards the ultimate light.