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.

Wanna be Happy, Oh yeah!! Lets be buoyant

Being a typical wanna be poet is not that easy as it seems to be, i.e. your entire work, your entire creation revolves around sun, moon, stars, rains and the rest. May be sometimes it becomes quite challenging for readers to go with the flow or to carry the patience till the end. Well! my most of the poetry stuffs is stocked of such thing. So, the one right below is not something from different race but something which had all of it. Because all what I've cultured from my life till now is that,
"Elegance of nature of worth admiring. "

So, here it is. a poetry which will allow you to flow along with it, which can make you feel that may be its misty, everywhere there's intense darkness lets pick a candle up. may you can't get everything the way you need them to be, but lets just accept what all we have, lets just accept the fact we'll have them someday better than the way they are today,and lets "Hope" that someday or the other things will fall into the places they are supposed to be.

Kuch Yuhin Seekh Liya

Kuch yun alvida keh gya humse ye sawan,

Ki uss dheemi khushbu ka intezaar mann mein hi reh gaya,

Kuch yun doob gaya ye suraj ki asmaan ko laali,

Aur ek sehmi si saanjh de gya,

Sawan ki raaton ka maza kuch aur hi hota,

Par iss bairi umar ka takaza ho pata,

Uske pehle hi iss sawan ka jhonka humari saari jawani le gaya,

Yun to raat ki tarah iss raat bhi,

Humare diye tale hi andhera hai,

Par iss akhri deepak k tale hi to humara basera hai,

Ankhon mein ummedon k taare jagmate reh jaate hai,

Aur hum har roz ki tarah yuhin muskurate hue so jate hai,

Humare to sapno ka rannk bhi apni hi ek duniya ka raja hai,

Unn sitaron se timtimati raat mein, 

Har roz ek nayi kahani sunata hai,

Raub to inka itna hai jaise hum iske sewak aur yehi humare khwaja hain.

A iss raat ki farmaish pe sawera kuch yun hojata,

Ki uss taron ki duniya ko ankhen khol k bhi ye mann bhool na pata,

Iss mann ki awaaz ko chilla-chilla kar ye baddbola har roz kehta,

Ek Ullas ki leher har pal zehen mein dodd kar dil ko choo jati,

Kuch yun ek anjaan ummang na jaane har pal hassti, gaati, khilkhilati,

ki usko dekh hum jhoom se uthte,

Kuch yun sapno ki duniya ko jeena ek junoon bann jata,

Ki humara har andaaz, har ikraar, uss ankahi khwaish ki gawahi dene lagta.

Par taaronka to kaam hi hai timtimana,

Kabhi jagmagana kuch yun,

Kuch yun ki kuch dikh hi na paye,

Kbhi kuch yun kho jana ki koi unhe dhundh bhi na paaye,

Aur ek din yuhin timtimate, jagmagate, har tara, ye har sapna toot jata hai,

Uss jhilmilati duniya ki khwahish adhoori reh jati,

Uss ummeed ki aakhri kiran iss sanjh k sath hi doob jati

Na jane kyun phir  baar-baar k tees ki tarah,

Vo dard uthne ki koshish karta,

Par yahin humari saari chaturayi iss dil ko dhool dikhati,

Jab har sitare ne humse apna muu modd lia,

Shayad tbhi humne iss subah k sulagte sartaaj se apna mann jodd liya,

Halaki yun sulgane ka dard unn gumnaam sitaron ki yadon se kam na tha,

Par kuch yun ek chalak mahashay humko keh gye ki,

Jinn sitaron ki tim tim tmhare naino ko jagmagati hai,

Ab unki vahi roshni tmhe har roz jagati hai,

Aur Phir kya,

Koi khud ko manana humse seekhe,

Jalte hue bhi jagmagana koi humse seekhe,

Ummeed to ye bhi nahi ki kal ka din hoga,

Par phir bhi Naye podhe lagana koi humse seekhe.

Once in a lifetime

Being a social animal, we human have a lot of people around whom we know and talk to, they are divided, in fact grouped on the basis of various categories and among these groups exist a very special bunch of people, we call them  "Friends". Most of us have a lot of friends with us and our own world of friendship. Now, if we exclude that "Pyar mohabbat" stuff  you'll find a very special person in your friends, a person with whom you're like,

"When we're together, nothing else matter."

A person who will occupy about every single hour of your day and every bit of your priorities, a person with whom you can share like every emotion, and hings go like, you don't need to complete to make her/him understand what you are up to. Such people are called Buddies & best friends and such a friendship is called "Once in a lifetime friendship".

Har pal ko khul kar jeete hai hum

Sanson ko thame ummedon ki dor se,

Chal diye kuch yuhi ek chhor se,

Hothon par muskan to aisi hai

Jaise pattjhadd ki dhoop ho

Chehre ki laali ka kya kehna

Jaise yehi tera roop ho,

Har ghum, har pareshani ko mil kar sehte hai hum

Har aansu ka pyala aankhon se peete hai hum

Kuch yuhin,

Har pal ko khul kar jeete hai hum

Na koi parvah, Na koi fariyad hai

Inn chehron k peeche chup jati jo baat h,

Uss har shikwe ko bahon mein lete hai hum

Sath sath bhale raaste kam padd jayen

Par ek  dooje ke bina hum chal bhi  na paye

Shayad iss hi liye

Har pal ko khul kar jeete hai hum

Humari muskan ke peeche chhupa hua to raaz hai

Vo to pitare main bannd hi reh gaya

Na jaane kya hua jo ek dusre se laddte jhagadte, ruthte manate

sawan guzar gya,

Jab sath hote,to samay ki seema ko bhi kahan dekh paate hai hum

Kyunki apni diniya ke to raja  rani aur praja hai hum

Haan iss hi liye

Har pal ko khul kar jee bhar kar jeete hai hum

Shayad ek dheema sa nagma koi gunguna rha tha

Humen zabardasti rulana vo chah raha tha

Par yaron,

Har nagma, har gazaL, har gaana, kanon se kahan

ek dusre ke dil se sunte hai hum

Yehi to raaz hai ki

Har lamha khul kar jeete hai hum

Par haste gaate zingagi jeena asaan kahan hai

Har rishte ki umar ho jaati hai

Har dor mein gaanth padd jati hai

Jahan aaj mein hun shayad aaj tu bhi vahan hai

Par ummed pe kayam to ye saara jahan hai,

Rhenge hum Iss ummed ki dor ko thame

Humari muskan se phir barpenge hungame

Jiss din phir chal padenge unn hi rahon pe

Har chhre ki muskan kuch yun chura lenge hum

Kyunki haste gaate, sbko rulate hassate

Apni duniya ko sbke sath jeete hai hum

koi ho na ho

Har pal ko khul kar jeete hai hum

Turning Instinctive

Success and failure are two imperative and crucial altitudes of life. Each helps us to move a step forward. Achieving success is like Everything is good going. A phase in life comes when you feel like their's nothing to worry about, you feel as if your destiny is walking along with you. But no matter how lucky you are you ought to face that aspect of life where it says you'll curse your destiny, everything seems like going far away and theirs no way to get back that's where your heart takes over your mind. So, all what you need to do is, Take a deep breath, look right into the eyes of every complication and create your own chapters of life.

Na jaane iss din ki subah kb hogi

Har roz, har waqt, har lamha iss pal k beetne ki chah rehti h

Har ghaddi kuch yun raton ki khamoshi kehti hai

Na jane kab tak iss sannate ko sunn sunn kar raaten bitaoge

Na jaane kab tak Har waqt ek hi baat dohraoge

Jisse jana tha vo chala gya

Jisse ana hoga aa jayga

Kisiki khamoshi ka matlab dhundhte dhundhte 

kahin apni awaaz pehchanna mushkil na ho jaye

Ya apni awaaz ko hmesha sunte hue bhi

Unki samajhne ki adat na ho jaye

Har waqt khud ko samjhate samjhate ab mann odd sa gya 

Har raat ko yun hi doobte dekh ankhon ka sitara toot sa gya

Har roz jab chand dhundhla hokar dood jata

Ek dheemi si awaaz suraj lagata

Ek ummeed ki dor thame hun chalna shuru kar dete

Aur chalte chalte Har khud ko wahin khada dekh muskura dete

Na jaane aage kya hai

NA jaane peeche kya tha

Inn sawalon ko uss dor pe lapete hum yuhin khade khade din ko dhalte dekhte reh jate

Shayad, ek pal ka intezar tha

Ek chah poori hone ki aas thi,

Jaise har niwale k baad pani ki pyaas thi

Jaise sab kuch aage badd rha tha par pawn jamm se gaye the

jaise chalne to hum chahte the par thamm se gye the

Yum to har raat k baad din hota tha

Par ye bawra mann to ek subah k liye rota tha

Raton mein khamoshi aur din mein khalbali

par jo mann ko bhaye thi vo ek subah chulbuli

Har ratt din se aur din raat se yahi puchte reh jaate

Par inn nazakaton ke daman se uth nhi paate

Ek dusre ko aate jate dek khud mein hi muskurate

jab hr din ek pal sa lage

aur har pal mein saddiyan jee li ho

jab har har raat ko chaadar banna k odda ho

phr bhi aansu jamm gye ho

shayad tbhi ankhon ki patti khul gyi thi

ankahi baton ko smjhna aasan na tha

par ek koshish to kar hi li

khushiyon ko jeena seekha

haar ko dekh muskurana seekha

jo beet gya usko bhulana seekha

jo aane wala hai usko apnana seekha

"Jab tak tjhko pathh na padaya

tujhe mera matlab samajh na aya"

kuch yun ab to zindagi kehti hogi

Aur ab na jaane kab ye din dhalega

aur na jaane kab phr iss din ki subah hone ki baari hogi

Yadon ki duniya

We human being on an emotional level live i.e. survive in two type of worlds, "The real world" a world where everything actually exits, life, death, happiness, pain, emotions and apathy and the other one is "Our world" a place where everything is what we imagine, what we want and something which gets collected into our mind in the form of memories.

Iss duniya k pare,

Jo khwab the harre-bharre,

Iss duniya k sath,

Iss duniya k baad,

Ek lamha jo reh jata hai yaad,

Bannd ho jata h ek muttthi mein vo,

Yadon ki duniya hoti hai jo,

Jiska na koi annt hai na koi shuruwat,

jahan suraj chand aur sitare gungunate hai sath-sath

jahan na koi samay hai aur na hai koi seema,

har taraf faili hai jahan pyar bhari lalima.

Vo khushiyon k pal

vo sapne ki, jaane kya hoga kal,

vo natkhat aur bachkani baatein,

vo beeten lamho ki saugatein,

jab bhi mann mein sawan bann k aati hain,

ek dheemi si muskan chhod jati hai.

Vo pyar bhari Shikayaten,

Vo na dikhne wali nazakaten,

Vo ruthne manane ka afsana,

Vo raaton ko chhat par baithkar taaron se batiyana,

Vo har pal khud ko samjhana,

aur samjhate-samjhate khud se hi ruth jana,

ye yaaden jab bhi iss sawan mein baras jati hai,

uss muskan ko alag hi chamak de jati h.

Bdi haseen hai ye yadon ki duniya,

raaton ki khamoshi se din bhar ka shor,

Sab ek bannd muthhi ki tarah yahan kedd ho jata hai,

aur jab ye pitara khol k baitho to ankhon ko nammi aur hothon ko muskan de jata hai.

A Tribute

Elders, Guardians, Parents , Ancestors, those people who are always with us, they encourage, guide, counsel, directs and sometimes yell too. but we the present generation, the present genesis never gives a damn, we never pay attention to all those elderly stuffs, that typical "Care thing". But a time always come when those encouragements , those guidelines, those directions will be left far behind, A time comes when everyone will be leaving you behind, being a adolescent you can never guess what gold is, until you are at that same latitude, When you'll be venerable and you'll be facing the jitters of downfall and you just want to be an inspiration, an admiration for your youngsters, and that's when you'll get the meaning of these words.

Samay ka pahiya

Unn mathe ki gathon k peeche chhupi chinta

 Unn do shabdon mein na bayan ho skne wali kshamta,

Ya unn paklon ke peeche chhupi mamta,

Yun to hr pal hme tuktuki lga kr dkha krti thi,

Par ye bawra mann apni hi dhun m chal diya.

Aj vo hr baat, uss hr seekh ka matlab samajh aane lga,

Jb hr pal, hr lamhe ko beet te dkh,

Dil ne kaha,

Aey waqt tu kuch pal k liye thamm kyun nhi jata,

Aa kuch door nikal chalen baton-baton mein hi,

Aa peeche mudd k unn lamhon ko phr se jee lein,

Uss unsuni seekh ko boojh kr to aayen,

Aa phr pyar bhara vo afsana gungunayen.

Shayad bachpana tha vo jo beet gya,

Par bchkane to hum the jo samajh na sake

Aapki to hr baat mein tark tha,

Shayad yehi smjhna reh gya ki,

Hmari umra aur aapke tajurbe mein saddiyon ka fark tha

Iss waqt k pahiye ne khoob ghumaya

Thamm ja, ruk ja, yun na ja

Humne ye khoob dohraya

Par iss mann mauji ko kya rok ska h

Jo bhi iss se milta isme kho, sa jata h

Iska sa hi ho jata h

Aur hum b apni ankhon k motiyon ko thame,

Sanson ki jyotiyon ko thame

Iss samay k pahiye ko dekh siskte rehte h..

Dar-dar bhatakte rehte h

Ki na jaane kb ye chakka thama

Aur ye jyoti bhuj jaygi,

Ye moti chhoot jayga,

Ye deepak toot jayga,

Aur phr ek din ye waqt phr se aayga,

Jab humari baari hogi,

Jab waqt hume apne chakravyuh m phasayga,

Shayad tbhi phir se koi ye kavita dohrayga.