One lazy morning,
I woke on my bed,
With a storm still in my mind,
And me lost in the night,
Whn u had came,
And said that,
You wanna be mine,
You…I love you guy.
And then came a blow of wind,
With ur fragnance in it,
And I could surely say,
Love was in the air.
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
something in the air
One lazy morning,
I woke on my bed,
With a storm still in my mind,
And me lost in the night,
Whn u had came,
And said that,
You wanna be mine,
You…I love you guy.
And then came a blow of wind,
With ur fragnance in it,
And I could surely say,
Love was in the air.
I woke on my bed,
With a storm still in my mind,
And me lost in the night,
Whn u had came,
And said that,
You wanna be mine,
You…I love you guy.
And then came a blow of wind,
With ur fragnance in it,
And I could surely say,
Love was in the air.
bachpan k din
Tanha tanha hoon na,
Ab tere bin hai na.
Sab hai yaha,
Na h wo din
Tu chala gaya leke mere,
Wo pyare bachpan k din.
Amber jb dost tha,
udti dil ki patang thi.
Khuda b khilone the,
Dil me jb umang thi.
Gudda gudia ki shadi thi,
Aur cycle hi sathi thi
Muhalle k sare bacche,
Chupa chuppi khelte the,
Kabhi budi chichi k ghar,
Kbhi purani car me chupte the,
Sath rehna, sath firna
Khelte khelte aapas me ladna
Ruthna aur manana,
Mummy ka pyar se roz roz nehlana.
Ped pe chad k masti karna
Aur jhule k liye jhagadna
Chandni chand se leke,
aur hire taro se.
Gathri me bandh rakhe the.
Hasi to hatho me leke,
Baante hum phirte the.
Raeth k wo mahal,
Aur mitti k batase,
Koi batae lau kahase.
Wo rang birangi chudia,
Aur bejan patthar,
Un tim timate taro me,
Mere khwabo ka ghar
Ek rupae ki kimat,
Jaise koi khajana,
Bachpan k pehle pyar ko,
Cycle pe ghumana.
Sham dhalte hi,
Roz park me jana.
Papa k kandhe pe chadke,
Toffee ki jid machana.
Ae waqt tu b sath nhi h ab,
Bata m kya karu,
Itni hasi yade h bachpan ki,
Chahu to b na maru.
Lauta do mujhe kahi se bhi,
Wo mere pyare bachpan k din,
Ab nhi rha jata unke bin.
Ab tere bin hai na.
Sab hai yaha,
Na h wo din
Tu chala gaya leke mere,
Wo pyare bachpan k din.
Amber jb dost tha,
udti dil ki patang thi.
Khuda b khilone the,
Dil me jb umang thi.
Gudda gudia ki shadi thi,
Aur cycle hi sathi thi
Muhalle k sare bacche,
Chupa chuppi khelte the,
Kabhi budi chichi k ghar,
Kbhi purani car me chupte the,
Sath rehna, sath firna
Khelte khelte aapas me ladna
Ruthna aur manana,
Mummy ka pyar se roz roz nehlana.
Ped pe chad k masti karna
Aur jhule k liye jhagadna
Chandni chand se leke,
aur hire taro se.
Gathri me bandh rakhe the.
Hasi to hatho me leke,
Baante hum phirte the.
Raeth k wo mahal,
Aur mitti k batase,
Koi batae lau kahase.
Wo rang birangi chudia,
Aur bejan patthar,
Un tim timate taro me,
Mere khwabo ka ghar
Ek rupae ki kimat,
Jaise koi khajana,
Bachpan k pehle pyar ko,
Cycle pe ghumana.
Sham dhalte hi,
Roz park me jana.
Papa k kandhe pe chadke,
Toffee ki jid machana.
Ae waqt tu b sath nhi h ab,
Bata m kya karu,
Itni hasi yade h bachpan ki,
Chahu to b na maru.
Lauta do mujhe kahi se bhi,
Wo mere pyare bachpan k din,
Ab nhi rha jata unke bin.
Maa
Tanha hu main maa,
Ab tere bina,
Chalu kaise main?
Ab jaun kha?
Yaad, teri yaad maa,
Saath, mere saath maa,
In bheegi bheegi palko me,
Saja k rakhoo,
Tere bina kuch hota nahi,
Tere bina accha lagta nahi,
Tu jo nhi h maa yha,
Ab sath mere koi nhi.
Teri godi ki yaade aae maa,
Aae maa,
Teri lori k bol satae ma,
Satae maa,
Aur tera pyar ka wo aanchal,
Kyu na ab chupae ma,
Bachae maa
Iss bheed me, main khoya ma,
Tu aaja na,
Aur tham le meri ungli maa,
Main tanha maa,
Ab tere bina……
Ab tere bina,
Chalu kaise main?
Ab jaun kha?
Yaad, teri yaad maa,
Saath, mere saath maa,
In bheegi bheegi palko me,
Saja k rakhoo,
Tere bina kuch hota nahi,
Tere bina accha lagta nahi,
Tu jo nhi h maa yha,
Ab sath mere koi nhi.
Teri godi ki yaade aae maa,
Aae maa,
Teri lori k bol satae ma,
Satae maa,
Aur tera pyar ka wo aanchal,
Kyu na ab chupae ma,
Bachae maa
Iss bheed me, main khoya ma,
Tu aaja na,
Aur tham le meri ungli maa,
Main tanha maa,
Ab tere bina……
The World of My Heart
I hope, I pray,
I will meet u some day,
And on that fine day,
Everything will be right.
Clouds will rain again,
And i’ll get rid of pain.
May be,
We will shed some tears,
But finally we will find a place,
For some smile and cheers.
The trees will shed the snow,
Hanging on the branches,
And leaves for so long.
And the gifted teddy bear,
Will wake up after sleeping so long.
The enviornment which is,
Full of dark and sorrow,
I wish for some light,
Which i could borrow.
The sad black walls,
Along which i am creeping,
Are all covered with moss,
Reciting of the loss,
Beared in the end of june.
The clouds floating above my head,
Are deep grey and sad,
And the sky above is colder,
I feel it should be blue instead,
Just as it used to be earlier.
But I hpoe and i pray,
And I will continue to pray,
And this colour,
Will be no more grey,
When I meet you,
Some day,
One fine day.
May be I will find out an end,
Of this dark never ending road,
And my back will get some relief,
From this continously increasing load.
Ormay be,
These clouds will also rain,
Just like my eyes wanted to,
But tears cannot find the way,
But surley they will rain,
Some day,
That fine day.
Here i am,
Just walking, or may be crippling,
But all alone.
I wish that you would be with me.
But on this wet and glossy road,
My odyssey is continuing,
For a long time,
And it will continue,
Till I meet You,
Some day,
That fine day.
May be,
The sky will be no more dark,
And i will see some light again,
Peeping from these grey clouds,
Filling the world of my heart,
With the same joy and pleasure,
That i felt before,
When i was with you.
The sky will turn blue again,
When i will meet you,
Some day,
That fine day.
May be,
The dark supple trees,
Will no more be just logs,
They will be nest for birds again,
The moisture in the air,
Will be eradicated,
By the smiling sunny face of you.
The darkness of horizon,
And the llong long staying,
Winter season so sad,
Will be lightful bright and mad,
Mad in happiness.
And here,
Yes here in my heart,
Spring will arive again,
On the day i will meet you,
One day,
That fine day,
The imagination of love,
Will walk again,
Just like the rusty bicycles,
Which comes out after so long.
The twinkling nights will see us,
Talking on the roof again.
The flowers will smile again,
And the fragnance of rose,
Will add up to make,
Everything happy again,
When i will meet you,
Some day,
That fine day,
The world of my heart,
Will be happy again.
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I will meet u some day,
And on that fine day,
Everything will be right.
Clouds will rain again,
And i’ll get rid of pain.
May be,
We will shed some tears,
But finally we will find a place,
For some smile and cheers.
The trees will shed the snow,
Hanging on the branches,
And leaves for so long.
And the gifted teddy bear,
Will wake up after sleeping so long.
The enviornment which is,
Full of dark and sorrow,
I wish for some light,
Which i could borrow.
The sad black walls,
Along which i am creeping,
Are all covered with moss,
Reciting of the loss,
Beared in the end of june.
The clouds floating above my head,
Are deep grey and sad,
And the sky above is colder,
I feel it should be blue instead,
Just as it used to be earlier.
But I hpoe and i pray,
And I will continue to pray,
And this colour,
Will be no more grey,
When I meet you,
Some day,
One fine day.
May be I will find out an end,
Of this dark never ending road,
And my back will get some relief,
From this continously increasing load.
Ormay be,
These clouds will also rain,
Just like my eyes wanted to,
But tears cannot find the way,
But surley they will rain,
Some day,
That fine day.
Here i am,
Just walking, or may be crippling,
But all alone.
I wish that you would be with me.
But on this wet and glossy road,
My odyssey is continuing,
For a long time,
And it will continue,
Till I meet You,
Some day,
That fine day.
May be,
The sky will be no more dark,
And i will see some light again,
Peeping from these grey clouds,
Filling the world of my heart,
With the same joy and pleasure,
That i felt before,
When i was with you.
The sky will turn blue again,
When i will meet you,
Some day,
That fine day.
May be,
The dark supple trees,
Will no more be just logs,
They will be nest for birds again,
The moisture in the air,
Will be eradicated,
By the smiling sunny face of you.
The darkness of horizon,
And the llong long staying,
Winter season so sad,
Will be lightful bright and mad,
Mad in happiness.
And here,
Yes here in my heart,
Spring will arive again,
On the day i will meet you,
One day,
That fine day,
The imagination of love,
Will walk again,
Just like the rusty bicycles,
Which comes out after so long.
The twinkling nights will see us,
Talking on the roof again.
The flowers will smile again,
And the fragnance of rose,
Will add up to make,
Everything happy again,
When i will meet you,
Some day,
That fine day,
The world of my heart,
Will be happy again.
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Monday, February 1, 2010
Poor Little Bird
i like this one very much,
it says much about world, what you thought it is, and what you see this at times......
this is the tale of a bird who died fighting the orthodox rules of the forg's well story type......
Once upon a time,
Is from where i should begin,
this tale of a bird;
who tried to fly,
with some dreams within,
and a vision to win.
Limits he wanted to scale;
of the mighty blue sky,
violating the wordly rules,
yes these false one.
That poor little bird,
started his flight.
To live his dream,
he had a goal;
fly in the sky s high,
where he will free his soul.
Quiet confident was he,
about the victory;
And sure for him,
the pinnacle was gonna be.
But please,
oh pleae,
someone go,
to tell that poor fool,
its not an easy job,
when you break their rule.
Even getting close to your goal,
in this little world,
is such a big thing;
and if you fly,
all will hate,
though they may deny.
But poor he again,
could not saw the worldly game,
bedtime stories he had heard,
were never the same.
Like crabs they will be jealous,
if you ever rise,
oh, such a shame;
but he never realized.
Somehow fighting the world,
he was air borne,
rising high and high,
he never cared for one.
and then happen something,
all of a surprise.
and he was falling;
is what he realized.
no one blocked the way,
or pull him back,
they cut his wings,
they stabbed from the back.
his wings were not taken,
his dreams were broken;
and the word of success he had,
remained unspoken.
And then he fell,
lifeless, like never flew before!
from this good world,
you cant expect anymore.
while he died,
he was flying,
but he dint cried,
coz he was still living.
it says much about world, what you thought it is, and what you see this at times......
this is the tale of a bird who died fighting the orthodox rules of the forg's well story type......
Once upon a time,
Is from where i should begin,
this tale of a bird;
who tried to fly,
with some dreams within,
and a vision to win.
Limits he wanted to scale;
of the mighty blue sky,
violating the wordly rules,
yes these false one.
That poor little bird,
started his flight.
To live his dream,
he had a goal;
fly in the sky s high,
where he will free his soul.
Quiet confident was he,
about the victory;
And sure for him,
the pinnacle was gonna be.
But please,
oh pleae,
someone go,
to tell that poor fool,
its not an easy job,
when you break their rule.
Even getting close to your goal,
in this little world,
is such a big thing;
and if you fly,
all will hate,
though they may deny.
But poor he again,
could not saw the worldly game,
bedtime stories he had heard,
were never the same.
Like crabs they will be jealous,
if you ever rise,
oh, such a shame;
but he never realized.
Somehow fighting the world,
he was air borne,
rising high and high,
he never cared for one.
and then happen something,
all of a surprise.
and he was falling;
is what he realized.
no one blocked the way,
or pull him back,
they cut his wings,
they stabbed from the back.
his wings were not taken,
his dreams were broken;
and the word of success he had,
remained unspoken.
And then he fell,
lifeless, like never flew before!
from this good world,
you cant expect anymore.
while he died,
he was flying,
but he dint cried,
coz he was still living.
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