Thursday, August 13, 2009

Yaad aenge ye pal,har naye kal me,
Kayi zindagiyo baad barso purani ghazal me.
Is bhavar ke karwat badalte chakachaundh se peher me,
Thaki ankho ke berang khwabo ki seher me.
Yaad aenge ye pal,har naye kal me,
Kayi zindagiyo baad barso purani ghazal me.



Fighting vacuum what would you find
When d cherished memories are already buried behind
Wounded emptiness can never offend
Together, the dark silence would rather compliment
Though stage is set for new horizons
Sluggish heart hurts clinging on to the never ending presence
But to think still I have a reason to smile
Coz I walked that long with you for quite a while



Yado ka karwa jab jab aata hai,
Sanse dheemi akhein num kar jata hai.
Jab har khayal apni ichha se aata hai,
To phir kyu ye karvaan bin pooche dastak de jata hai?



Suni sunai zindagi se ab nazdeeqi se waqif hue hain,
Nazariyo ko pehchanne me aksar galat saabit hue hain.
Par asal zindagi se pehchan nahi karni hame.
Nahi behna mann ke jhinjhod dene wale sailabh me.
Nawab ladkhada gaye to kya,
Abhi bhi dum hai zameeni gehraiyo me.
Abhi gum nahi honge waqt ki parchhaiyo me



Damn these memories which don’t let me live.
Damn the world which clouds every mans thinking.
Damn those thoughts which every now n then we perceive
N damn this dreadful n miserable living
When is d mind actually gonna be free
When can we just end never to again,see



Mankind is helpless, n we are all living to make it more so.



Us roz Ghana andhera hoga
Aur gum hoga roshni ka namonishan
Nam palke aur anant me doobe hue mann ki khamosh yaade
Aur bas goonjta sannata
Jo ki bhar dega hawa me ant ka ehsas
Na hoga savera phir kabhi
Na hi kisi gulshan ke khilne ki phir hogi shuruwat
Na kisi aur jeevan ki pehchan
Na hi koi aahat kisi badlav ki
Na koi beete soche sunaye khwab
Na kisi ummeed ki aas
Us din nawab apneaapko apneaap me sametkar
Pankh ban,ud chale ka chhoone bheetar ka aasmaan
Banana apna akela karvaan
Bas mai aur mere ehsas



Kaun kiska hua hai yaha
Har pal badal jata hai sama
Hamne dekha hai palo me rang badalta insa
Udhari khushiyo se nahi banta nisha
Mat honi do ehsaso ko insane pe baya
Aur kyu rahe kisi ki ichha
Ishwar khud ho jaha



Kash ki koi kisi ko dekh na pata
Kamsekam tab hame khwab sajana to na aata
Kano me to sirf awaz goonjti hai
Par aakhe taras kar baras padti hain
Tab kaano ka shor cheekh bhi padta
Par aakho ka pani to chhup jata



Once upon a time those words meant so much.today they don’t mean at all.those promises would even make a sound,after they shatter n fall.



Ahista ahista nawab ko manzil mil jaegi
Apne ehsaso ki mehfil mil jaegi
Aur mit jaenge dabe unkahe sare jazbat
Jab rooh kisi khushbu ki tarah hawa me ghul jaegi



The air remains so gentle calm n peaceful all the year round
May be that’s why,even when d most tender dreams die, they don’t make a sound
It remains the transporter of thoughts,the constructor of imaginations
N it serves as a savior to our teardrops n foundation for our salvations.



Zindagi bankar zindagi
Nawab ki zindagi me ayi
Zindagi se zada zindagi dikhayi
Aur phir zindagi churakar
Degayi zindadili ki duhai.
Waah nawab kya kismat payi
Zehen ki nomaish jab shuru hui
Log haste rahe hamari sadadili par
Kabhi unhone raunda kabhi zindagi ne zaleel kiya
Ham haste rahe chupchap khade wahi par



Sometimes I wish I could b sober,
Sometimes somber,
Sometimes wiser,
Sometimes stronger,
N sometimes I wish just not to be
N sometimes, not to be me.



Jab kal aega,
Jane mai kya wo reh paunga jo aaj hu
Jab kal aega
Kya mai usse keh paunga mai sath hu
Roz jab kal aata hai
Bas kal ke intezar me sochta reh jata hu
Ek din to wo kal aega
Ek din mera beeta hua kal aega



Aaj kuchh sochne ka dil nahi karta
Bas andhere se akho ki pyaas bujhani hai
Kab tak dil ke jhuthlave me jiyenge
Ab to har roz sach ki nayi hi kahani hai



Jo dekha in akho se
Wo ghinona sach kabula kyu nahi jata
Jo chhupa hai andheri palko me
Uspe kabhi vishwas kyu nahi aata
Kyu dard kisi ek roop me tik nahi jaata
Kyu darr ek baar samne aakar dikh nahi jata
Ab bas jal jane do is aag ko
Bujh jane to raat
Pighal jane do mann ke daag ko



If it’s a dream that I would live again
Then I would rather keep living with my dream
Than take chances to loose even a dream to live again

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