Sunn Pukaar Tu Meri...

Umeed khwahishon mein..pankh bandishon mein..
Meri zindgi hai bandhi kuchh faislon mein...
Vishwas hai...aas hai...darr main jaanta nhi...
Apna kehkar ek bar..main muh modna jaanta nahi..

Mera vajood hai ajeeb...main apno ke kareeb..
Paas hokar bhi yun main begana rha...
Khilona kisi ka...kisi ka main saathi...
Kya sahi kya galat main tha jaanta nahi...

Hain usool kuchh mere..jo hain sanjodte mujhe..
Sache iraade mujhe aage badhate rahe...
Hai kishti meri tufani baarishon mein..
Beech raaste hath chhodna main jaanta nahi..

Hai hausla buland..hai khud pe yakeen...
Pathhar ki moorat main maanta nahi..
Mere karm meri awaz...hai aastha mein vishwas
Jhoothe dikhave ke peechhe main bhaagta nahi..

Ek kadam do kadam main badhata rahun..
Naseeb apna main khud hi banata rahun..
Sunn pukaar tu meri..de hausla mujhe...
Aye Khuda tujhe yun main pukaarta nahi..

Reflections…

It’s not every day that you pause, and listen. You cringe hard, in a frail attempt to listen to the voice inside, yes, the one that seems so distant now. You yearn to look back, perhaps even to re-trace your steps to meet the cross-roads that you had so carelessly overlooked. You ask yourself, was it the right road that was chosen?

Yet, some part of you urges you ahead. It forces you to think that as you had come this far, going even further up will not be much of a problem. You experience a feeling of guilt of having stopped at all, as the moments of decision taken back in time reflect so clearly out there in the oblivion. You contemplate if it’s just a passing season of winter, and that the cheerful days of spring are fast approaching.

Yet, you think of each step you had taken, and you try to feel the highs and lows felt at each foot-fall. Yonder, the world seems to be mocking at you, and you can almost hear your own self sneering. You ask yourself if it’s actually worth it. Something is amiss. Somewhere, something is definitely wrong. You know it, you feel it, and yet you do not portray it.

Yet, you shake your head, and scold yourself to be so weak. You convince yourself that life is hard, and that the easier parts of it are just not worth it. Deep down, you feel a level of satisfaction, and you take pride in yourself that you had taken the difficult path, and that you have lived up-to the challenges it forayed. You congratulate yourself of having come so far, and that it was a decision well taken. You have always believed that ‘Life is simple; you make a decision and you never turn back!’

You shrug. You smile. And you take another step….forward.

Teary Hopes…

In solitude I sit, dejected…forlorn,

The air hangs heavy, my heart is torn.

The moments are passing, but I do not care,

Whispering hopes now turning to despair.

Irony profound, I apply my might,

A war I wage, a tradition I fight.

You aren’t my foe; my war is for you,

My strength is our luv, despite my chances being few.

My spirit yearns, is burnt to core,

Its suffered pain, humiliation it bore.

I need you, I luv you, Yea, I try,

And yet in solitude…I sit 'n cry…

Kuchh lafz...

Dekha jab tumko, 
Ye chehra dil ko hai bhaya,
Mandra gya yun main 
Jaise bhanware ka ho saya,
Yaad kar wo lamha, 
Zindgi pal main jee aya,
Palke seher uthi, 
Khayal jab tera lehraya, 
Ye nasha hai ya madhoshi, 
Madira sa hai chhalkaya,
Hue gumsum yun hum to, 
Hai pal pal yun sehlaya,
Mann kiya dil  khol dun, 
Magar kuchh keh nahi paya,
Kare Kya, Ae Husn-e-jaan, 
Abhi mera waqt nahi aya...
Abhi mera waqt nahi aya...