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mausam ki nazakat

Distances can keep us far. But deep inside our heart we know we are one. The song of rain can be felt and heard clear, the first rain of drop fills my mind with your memories.
Life is playing hide and seek, but we will be together always :) <3

                                                                                 




MAUSAM KI NAZAKAT

Mausam aaj fir ek baar bula rha hai,

Teri yaadein tadpa rhi hai mujhe.

Baarish ki boondein kuch gaa rhi hai,

Yeh hawayein chhuti ja ri hai mujhe.

Teri yaaadein aankhein bhigo rhi hai,

Baarish ki boondein daaman bhigo rhi hai.

Aaj fir laga tu hai yahin kahin,
Main dhunti fir rhi hun tujhe.                                                  

                                                                                           
                                                                   
Tere bina har pal soona hai,
Tera mera naata koi purana hai.
Dil dooba hua hai tere pyaar mein,
Aankhein hai bhichi tere intezaar mein.

Mazhab kabhi deewaar nhi bana,
Hamari saanson ka kissa chalta rha.
Dooriyan lagti hai ho gyi khatam,
Shikayatein kahin ho gyi dafan.

Baraish ki boondein keh rahi hai kuch,
Thoda maine suna ab tu bi le sun.
Gaati hai yeh mehki fizaayein kuch,
inki khushboo ko saanson me le tu bun.

Yaadein gehri hai is dil mein,
Mere siwa ni pata kisi ko.
Log to sochte hai kuch na kuch,
Sach kya hai pata hai kis ko?

                                                                             
Tera mera yeh rishta atoot tha,
Saare jahan me ek mera tu tha.
Chahe jo koi mujhe bulata rha,
Par teri awaaz lagti thi woh mujhe.

Teri aahatein sun jaagi hun main,
Jab lagta tha darr tujhe yaad kar soti thi main.
Rishtein to bahut the meri duniya mein,
par jo nibhaya woh hamara tha.

Har pal mein mehsoos kia hai tujhe,
Har pal kareeb paya hai tujhe.
Tera intezaar kar karke maine,
Pal pal apne bitaya hai maine.
             
Mausam aaj fir ek baar bula raha hai,
Teri yaadein tadpa rahi hai mujhe.
Baarish ki boondein kuch gaa rahi hai,
yeh hawayein chhuti hui jaa rhi mujhe.

Hope u liked it... :)

DiarY eNtrY

16^th February 2011

Dear diary,

Yesterday , I took the major decision, which should be taken earlier. After all the argument with my so called friend who was seriously a jerk, I was floating in river of emotions. But finally I am out of it and I am happy with this decision. The two months in DU were just fantastic, it never occurred to me that I’ll meet people who will care for me, and I know they still do, and I love them all and miss them all a lot at times.

As and when I got admission in I.P. University, I was on cloud9 as I finally had what I always dreamt of. On the eve of counseling I still remember, which according to me is the best day yet in my life, I was the happiest person on face of this earth.

Then the first day in HMRITM,  a huge group n the feeling of conquering the world. As the days passed the group shrank and with that shrank my world. On and on I met other people too, who were an awesome company. N I really liked few out of them. Then once gain as life moved on I faced ups and down every time I travelled on this graveled path. The people in face of friends were more dangerous than the strangers and that started hurting me. Till the time I was in school never gave damn to these things, and it was strange to realize that why I suddenly started caring for just everyone who do not even mean to me.

But then again something happened which brought me back to my senses, the real me woke up, and again I decided to care only for those who care for me and let the things go their way. I took this decision before but something forced me to step back, but this time I won’t listen to anyone not even my conscience. The voice deep inside me kept on asking to leave few fools back in life but my heart always melted in their names.

Now I’ll behave mature and value the people my way. I just find the gloom of days drifting away. People may say this time that I have changed, I won’t mind but ask them to accept me the way I am or just leave my hand, I do not need any support to walk. It may appear to them that something is wrong with me, but it’s not like that, there is something wrong with their sight.

With a new feeling and hope,

Sakshi

tHe cArEfReE LoOkS...

THE CAREFREE LOOKS

This work of art is dyed-in-the-wool to the thousands of children living on the outskirts of the city. They find their livelihood and spend their life searching the rubbish. They sometimes find money or the small things of utility. They carry bag of misfortunes on their shoulders but they never complain. They roam free here and there. They may not  be considered a part of our civilized and sophisticated  society or may be considered stigma on it but still   they are vital part . their life starts in garbage and  it ends there itself.

This is a “SILENT TRIBUTE” to all of them…

He walks carefully in fun,

He carry bag on his shoulder.

He walks under the warm sun,

In his hand is broken bulb holder.

He creeps into place stealthily,

He moves with silent steps around.

And comes out smiling happily,

 He found gold coin on ground.

Everybody thinks that he should study,

But he doesn’t want to lose his mirth.

He is happy with broken neck teddy,

To roam and enjoy is his right since birth.

As the dawn turns to dusk,

He walks towards his home.

The bed may be of husk,

In the dark and dim catacomb.

He don’t care whether it’s warm or cold,

He doesn’t care if it’s sunny or rainy.

He keeps on searching garbage for gold,

And smile even on finding a penny.

Call this misfortune of this child,

He is happy with his messy hair.

Some think that he is clever and wild,

He doesn't care why his feet are bare.

I hope you all liked it...

you're always near

well this one is dedicated to all the people who never thought life would ever betray them ...

who have lost someone very close someone really near and dear...

YOU'RE ALWAYS NEAR

yesterday when i slept at night,

in my dreams i saw you.

i closed my eyes harder and harder,

so i do not miss that glimpse of you.

life is giving me all the joys,

but there is no one to share them.

i hear your voice and turn back,

but i find no one around then.

time kept on running at it's pace,

i forgot all the sorrows in life's race.

but you are still fresh in my mind,

and never fade how hard i try.

i sit and think about the time we spent,

tear roll down my eyes and eyes gleam.

a broad smile also accompanies,

with your thoughts in my mind.

time is powerful and can heal all wounds,

but can time take you away from me.

what i feel and my heart say is,

god can not even separate us both.

we are shadow of each other,

always near can never stay away.

in my hard times you the one,

who walks with me holding my hand.

i know you are there to pray for me,

asking god to bless me with joy.

you are one who is always near,

and that is the only reason i do not fear.

  

THE GHOST OF THE NIGHT

THE GHOST OF THE NIGHT

As soon as the dusk falls,

Creatures of night start to crawl.

Wind blow at a great speed.

And the last meal of the day feed.

Lights go low and dimmer,

Sound of chirping go simmer.

Dry leave fly with the wind,

Like a spell from enchanter’s mind.

Lady in hood comes out,

She’s old in age but stout.

She looks here and there,

And vanishes like a nightmare.

The lady is never seen in day light,

People call her “the ghost of the night”.

Her black shawl hangs from the branch of tree,

So many think she’s the spirit set free.

As the dusk fall people lock their homes,

They are scared of the witch and catacombs.

No one dares to peep out of house,

All keep inside like a mouse.

The lady walks through the streets,

Stops to dine somewhere but then retreats.

As the first sun ray comes in town,

It leaves behind all the black and brown.

People wake up and rejoice once again,

They set to works with no loss and gains.

Starts a new day with all might,

And forget about the “ghost of night”.

college life... sweet memories

well i was in no mood to write a poem on college life....

          as i don't have much experience but a friend demanded me to do that... so here is a poem after a long time...for the people who just entered college life...for the one who are experiencing and enjoin the different phase of it....and also for the one who have passed out.....

                                 this one is also dedicated to all ma school friends.....

COLLEGE LIFE...SWEET MEMORIES

the fact that i'm alive,
appear to me like myth.
something chokes me badly,
i can't breathe and survive.


holding hands we walked,
now we carry heavy books.
even in our sweet teenage we,
don't bother about our looks.


as the school finished,
life turned out this way.
nothing is personal anymore,
professionalism in what we wore.


we forgot our favorite dance moves,                                                  
only chemical equations to groove.
what we do what we did,
all we care is what we will.


parents took back seat,
friends comes first.
now who the hell,
cares about hunger and thirst.


when bunking classes,
turned into backs.
canteen shuts the door,
and the director hacks.


how to forget that fresh face,
who adds to the canteen its grace.
when the words fail and heart breaks,
your friends asked you for kitkat break.


all that glory and charm,
when the bottle of beer does no harm.
girlfriend ask you not to drink,
writing her name in blue ink.


soon these voices will fade,
but the memories will upgrade.
you will surely bust into tears,
when these voices fall in your ears.


all the freak and funk,
the whole day mass bunk.
these will be remembered always,
we will always miss these days.