A Ballad bit broad

As the title depicts, one can gain, achieve, pull a lot from the literature below. It is basically a combination of some clacky words striking a short, sort of story about how life changes. The way we change our priorities being a baby, a young man to the grey's of life.

I have tried to frame a short poetry on various complications, disputes, relationships and everything one can link to this poetry, by using three ages of human life,

* The Immatures - In this phase like a baby we are heedless and insensitive to everything. Things go around, the way they are supposed to and it never matter us.

* The Matures and self dependents - At this stage we are mature and sensible enough to deal with things going around. we acquire the power to blame either ourselves or others for the sins they commit and become the emperor of our own destinies. This is the stage where we decide where 
"A THING" whether its a complication a problem actually a human being or a relationship will lead towards.


* The Oldies - The final stage of our journey which is almost similar to the one from where we started. we are sensible enough to understand but insensitive to show that we are aware of everything around but weak enough to change, have ended writing our destinies and now waiting for the destiny to end us.

Har Daur Ko Jeeta

Ek meethi muskan ka pyala,

Ankhiyon ki chamak to aisi hai,

Jaise ho koi khel nirala,

karmon ka na moh hai mana,

Na paap punya ka bhed hai jana,

Jis or b apne mann ko modda,

Uss disha k har deepak ko thama,

Har bandhan har rishte ko todda,

Na jaane kakse kabtak khudse

 khudki ye ladai hai,

Aur issi tarah kuch yun kisine

ek ruansi bhare chehre ko,

nindiya ki chaaddar uddayi hai

Par khwabon k sahare na jeewan hai chalta,

Dheeme dheeme samay ki dhara k sang behta,

har din har roz ye suraj dhalta

Paaon mein apne zor hai aya,

Vo Din dhala to kya,

Ek nayi bhor hai laya,

Chalte chalte din hai beete,

Aagya ek daur naya,

Ab uss Karmon k moh ko apna maan lia hai,

Kya Sikhayga koi hume ye duniya ki reet,

Humne apne pairon pe chalna jo jaan lia hai,

Samay ka phiya badda vo aage,

Sath uske hum bhi bhagge,

Paap punya ka lekha jokha

Sath lekar soye aur ath lekar jaage.

Thakk k choor na jane kyun,

Ab chalne ki icha na hoti,

Chahte to hai aage baddne,

Par beh-beh jaate ankhon k moti,

Karm jo karna tha,

Ho gye vo poore,

Ab unka moh hai tyag diya,

lekhe jokhon ki baat purani,

Reh gye hai ab vo adhoore,

Ankhen moond lene ka rehta hai mann,

Na shor ho, na ho koi aasha,

karna chahte jab hum annt ka naman.

Sach keh gya vo kavi purana

Baat ye uski gaanth lagana,

Annt tera shuruwat meri hai,

hun dono hai jeewan sathi,

Phir kyun sabki ankhen yun bhari hai,

Jab bhujj hi gayi mere dil ki baati.