Zindagi Mukhtasar nahi hoti,
Kyuki rishto ki umar nahi hoti,
Mausam se bhi jaldi badalte hai rishte,
Kabhi kabhi bevajah bemaar yeh rishte…
Chahe jitna bhi samet lo,
Pal pal bekharte rishte….
Har saath ek rishta,
Khamosh tanhai ek rishta…
Kabhi pak kabhi napak yeh rishta,
Mashhoor kabhi, kabhi badnaam yeh rishta….
Rishta benaam kabhi,
Kabhi naam hai yeh rishta….
Kabhi bhudha, kabhi jawaan yeh rishta
Kabhi masoom kabhi shaitan yeh rishta….
Yeh rishta zindagi kabhi,
Kabhi maut hai yeh rishta
Ek ek rishte se baanti hai zindagi,
Ek ek zindagi se baanta hai rishta….
Tumse toh aaj mile hai,
Toh yeh rishta purana kyu lagata hai…
Voh jo barso se saath hai,
Begana kyu lagata hai…
Ek ek rishte se baanti hai zindagi,
Ek ek zindagi se baanta hai rishta….
Phir bhi zindagi mukhtasar nahi hoti,
Kyuki rishto ki umar nahi hoti….
Rishto ki umar nahi hoti…
Rishto ki umar nahi hoti…
Monday, December 24, 2007
Thursday, December 20, 2007
Zindagi ya Maut
Maut ko gale lagana aasaan hai,
Zindagi se bhag jaana aasaan hai…
Par, Jinke ankho mein manzil ki roshni ki chamak,
Haatho mein umeed ki dor ho…
Voh zindagi se muh chupaya nahi karte,
Adhuri jung chod...
bhag jaaya nahi karte
Maut toh aani hai par,
Yun usse apne haatho bulaaya nahi karte...
Aao hum saab mil kar thame haath,
Aao hum saab mil kar thame haath…
Madaath kare apni aur unki jinhe,
Jarurat hai uski…
Ke tanha zindagi kaati jaati hai,
Saath ho gar kissi ka toh
bus Yun hi guzaar jati hai….
Aur phir koi kaheta hai.....
Kabhi aati hai nazaar zindagi,
Aarzuo se bataar...
Toh kabhi Maut,
Sapno se behetar...
Zindagi se bhag jaana aasaan hai…
Par, Jinke ankho mein manzil ki roshni ki chamak,
Haatho mein umeed ki dor ho…
Voh zindagi se muh chupaya nahi karte,
Adhuri jung chod...
bhag jaaya nahi karte
Maut toh aani hai par,
Yun usse apne haatho bulaaya nahi karte...
Aao hum saab mil kar thame haath,
Aao hum saab mil kar thame haath…
Madaath kare apni aur unki jinhe,
Jarurat hai uski…
Ke tanha zindagi kaati jaati hai,
Saath ho gar kissi ka toh
bus Yun hi guzaar jati hai….
Aur phir koi kaheta hai.....
Kabhi aati hai nazaar zindagi,
Aarzuo se bataar...
Toh kabhi Maut,
Sapno se behetar...
Saturday, December 8, 2007
Mujhe maat roko…
Mujhe maat roko,
Yeh manzil nahi hai meri...
Shayad tum nahi jaate,
Tamana bulandiyo ko chune ki hai meri.....
Mujhe maat daraao,
Dekhakar mushkile...
Shayad tum nahi jaate,
Pashano se druthta hai meri......
Samjho na apni jeet,
Deekhakar kuch parajay meri...
Khel abhi aadhura hai aur,
Josh mujh mein abhi hai baaki.....
Khel abhi aadhura hai aur,
Josh mujh mein abhi hai baaki.....
Yeh manzil nahi hai meri...
Shayad tum nahi jaate,
Tamana bulandiyo ko chune ki hai meri.....
Mujhe maat daraao,
Dekhakar mushkile...
Shayad tum nahi jaate,
Pashano se druthta hai meri......
Samjho na apni jeet,
Deekhakar kuch parajay meri...
Khel abhi aadhura hai aur,
Josh mujh mein abhi hai baaki.....
Khel abhi aadhura hai aur,
Josh mujh mein abhi hai baaki.....
Friday, December 7, 2007
Santa Claus is coming....
I don’t know what is it about Christmas but I just LOVE the festival. I love everything about the festival. The whole Christmassy feeling is sooooo good. X’mas tree, Santa Claus, Crib, Cakes & pastries, Cold weather, lovely gifts and even the Mass. Though it’s been years since I have attended the Midnight Mass but I still eagerly await Christmas every single year.Maybe it’s got to do with the fact that my dad started it all when I was a kid we were asked to hang our socks on Christmas Eve and anxiously wait for our gifts and walk to the Church at Midnight for a small prayer and the some cracker show too. Its wasn’t like the gifts were something big or anything , it could be anything from a toy that I have been longing for to a fountain pen that I like in the store during our last visit or maybe a comic book but it was the surprise that mattered. We would make loud wishes and prayers before Christmas for our gifts from Santa to ensure that my dad had a hint of what to get.
I love the late night dinner with family and friends (and the off late fancy for wine just adds to the longing)
And with Christmas just round the corner I am getting all excited. I can’t wait for it to come.
Thursday, December 6, 2007
Monday, December 3, 2007
Kal Aaj aur Kal
Kal se ubhar pao toh,
kal ko dekh paonga...
Aaj se neepat lu toh,
kal par pahuch jaonga...
Kal aaj se jeetne nahi deta hai,
Aaj kal tak pahuch nahi deta hai....
Kashmakash kal aaj aur kal ki,
Bikhare hue, tute hue pal ki....
Umeed ka daaman thame hue hu,
Shiddat ka sahara hai...
Jissne itni muskile di hai
aab toh bus, usko hi pukara hai...
Yakeen hai,
kal ki tasveer kal se behtaar hogi....
Jissne mujh paar itna bharosa kar,
Muskilo ko de maara hai....
Ho na ho yeh usska hi
koi eshara hai ....
Umeed ka daaman thame hue hu,
Shiddat ka sahara hai...
Jissne itni muskile di hai
aab toh bus, usko hi pukara hai...
Aur phir koi kaheta hai
Umeede najayaz hai
kal ko dekh paonga...
Aaj se neepat lu toh,
kal par pahuch jaonga...
Kal aaj se jeetne nahi deta hai,
Aaj kal tak pahuch nahi deta hai....
Kashmakash kal aaj aur kal ki,
Bikhare hue, tute hue pal ki....
Umeed ka daaman thame hue hu,
Shiddat ka sahara hai...
Jissne itni muskile di hai
aab toh bus, usko hi pukara hai...
Yakeen hai,
kal ki tasveer kal se behtaar hogi....
Jissne mujh paar itna bharosa kar,
Muskilo ko de maara hai....
Ho na ho yeh usska hi
koi eshara hai ....
Umeed ka daaman thame hue hu,
Shiddat ka sahara hai...
Jissne itni muskile di hai
aab toh bus, usko hi pukara hai...
Aur phir koi kaheta hai
Umeede najayaz hai
Aasu...
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