Box of Desires ...: RANDOM EXPERIENCES

Box of Desires ...: RANDOM EXPERIENCES: "I wasn’t acquainted with facebook that time; but orkut was my friend since last two months. As everyone was, I was too interested in gett..."

Yeh Zindagi..

Zindagi tu hi bata tujhse kya kaam lu,

Tu badi shaatir hai bas yahi jaan lu,

Kabhi toh deti hai khote sikke bhi sajake,

Kabhi deti hai sunhare sikkhe dabake.

Kabhi khushi mein maut ka ehsaas deti hai,

Aur kabhi tanhaai mein lambi raat deti hai,

Kabhi ishq mohabbat k vichaar bharti hai,

Chhot dil pe de, dimaag pe malhum malti hai.

Yeh zindagi kya sawaal hai,

Ek chalta phirta bawaal hai,

Ek kadam chalo iski aur,

Yeh dhhodne ko taiyaar hai!!

Koi kissi k bin marta nahi,

Par khone ka ghum toh khalta hai,

Ek tez dhor mein sab chhodna chahe,

Par zindagi se ulajh hi padhte hai.

Din k thahake aur raat k sannate,

Kuchh kahi aur kuchh ankahii baatein,

Har karwat pe tasveer palat ti hai,

Yeh kahani zindagi ki yuhi badhti hai.

Yeh zindagi kya sawaal hai,

Ek chalta phirta bawaal hai,

Ek baar isse chuke dekho,

Yeh machalne ko taiyaar hai!!

Bandar c uchhle yaha se waha,

Kab ki hatheli saaf pata na pada,

Aesa tamashe zindagi dikhati hai,

Ki noch bhi de par hassi hi aati hai.

Aasuo ko chupana bahkhoob sikhati hai,

Badadappn k naam pe ehsaas chupwati hai,

Chidiya ghar k aakarshan c zindagi,

Bheegi billi k bhi nakhuun chhilwaati hai.

Yeh Zindagi kya sawaal hai,

Ek chalta phirta bawaal hai,

Ek hisse mein ittr khole,

Har kona mehkaane ko taiyaar hai!!

Our Time ..

When my lid kissed my lid,

You knew that I lied,

Behind your reflection,

You figured that I cried.

You always knew when I was sad,

And you knew what to be said.

And then one day we separated,

Never since then had we ever debated.

When today I cleared my friends’ fight,

With the flow of my thoughts,

I just realized,

It’s you who made me so wise.

You knew how much I was afraid,

Of complications within relations,

But you accepted it beautifully,

And bought me new definitions.

That was the time when I was I,

That was the time when you were mine,

Dropped in the past I still find it so,

In my smiles, and in my lies,

In my best, and in my worst,

In my breath, it’s you who rest.

On the roads we walked together,

Are still so white.

On the nerds we laughed together,

Are still so white.

And it’s your light I just wish to gather,

But it gone to be a long night.

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When I was I, when you were mine,

That was the time, our time.

( And with this, I finish my last note of 2010.

Your comments awaited!!

Happy New Year In Advance) :)

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Mann buddhi se jujhta hu,

Farji baatein poochhta hu,

Idhar udhar ki chuppi mein,

Lekh hazaro likhta hu ..

Karvato pe hasta Hu,

Karvato pe rota hu,

Idhar udhar k sannato mein,

Kuchh saanse bhool sota hu ..

Tu hase toh jalta hu,

Na hase toh darta hu,

Idhar udhar ki baton mein,

Tujhe samet chalta hu ..

Tere didaar ko tarasta hu,

Nazre mile toh bhagta hu,

Idhar udhar k nazaro mein,

Swapn rog se ladta hu ..

Tere saamne khoob banta hu,

Beshak mehfilo mein thithorta hu,

Idhar udhar sab jodo mein,

Main akela kaha jachta hu ..

Jujhta hu, pocchta hu,

Jalta hu, darta hu,

Idhar udhar sab bhool,

Tujhe khud me hi rakhta hu ..

Suicidal

Alas! My tears aren’t dry alone,

Even my smile does carry the same genre.

The dryness chokes my throat at times,

But there won’t be any hiccups this time!

Speaking out load, routinely hang-outs,

Craze for social sites, plea for love bites,

Every scene turning out to be a dried desire,

As if suicidal impulses within a struggling fire.

I toss a coin, it shows me life,

I toss it again until it refers to suicide.

I pen down few last words, and then I realize,

On either side of the coin, it’s you and your voice!

I wish to hear you one last time,

Before anyone could spot the lovely grime,

But it follows,”Damn it! Pick up my call”,

And an untouched leaf is ready to fall.

A dance in rain, funny smile in pain,

Utterance of “nothing”, and mute disdain,

Every scene bringing out a fake desire,

As if suicidal impulses within a timid lair.

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The dryness chokes my throat at times,

But there won’t be any hiccups this time!

Rondu Tidda- Sahil

Never a thought of it was ever raised,

Not even your shadow did I ever chased,

But that’s what we call destiny,

The page once written will surely be faced.

Those who were acquaintance for years,

Became friends in a couple of days.

The hilarious beginning over a chat,

Pushed forward with lots of grace.

May be the beginning goes not-so-old,

And every page seems ready to unfold.

But out of the box of reality we know,

Age doesn’t matter when things are never sold.

Your secret advice that I never realized,

The count of chocolates that I always revised.

Are punched well with all our random plans,

Not forgetting the initials that were once devised.

Never a thought of it was ever raised,

Not even your shadow did I ever chased,

But that’s what we call destiny,

The page once written will surely be faced.

Kab tak ?

Takiye tale kayi haseen sapne bune honge,

Kab tak aansuo se unka tana mota karoge?

Hawae toh har mausam aese hi bahengi,

Kab tak band khidki k shor ko jashn kahoge?

Bheed mein chalte hue dhakke toh lagenge,

Kab tak do gajj k daere mein rahoge?

Dee toh ek hii duniya ek hi zindagi sabko,

Kab tak mitti ki murat ko dosh doge?

Lakeeren toh tazurbe se hi padhti hai,

Kab tak chand rekhao ko kismat samjhoge?

Jitna sochoge, utna kar toh nahii sakoge,

Par jitna karoge, usse jyada hi soch zaroor sakoge!

Khoob hasso! Khoob Khilo! Khoob Jiyo!

We are what our thoughts have made us. So take care of what you think. Words are secondary, thoughts live and travel far.

Swami Vivekanand