When presents
Woes or happiness
He speaks it on the face
What are we after all?
Keen to fall
For all kind of temptations
And still remain in relation
It is beauty
That we forget almighty too
Take vow not to repeat
But again resort to same and feel fit
So it is strange type feeling
That is spoken to all as being
No different from others
Words may find no error
So it is soul
That gives call
With hurt sentiments
To shed it with no lament
नीचे आडम्बरदुनिया चलती रहेनिगाहें तरसती रहे।कौन किसको पूछता है?आंसू कौन लुछ्ता (पोंछता) है?‘समय का अभाव’ सब का एक ही है जवाबपर में कैसे कहूँ अपना दर्द आपको जनाब?आपने अपनी नवाबी दिखादीगुलबांगो की झड़ी लगा दीबस हम तो झांसे में आ गयेसपने आपने दिखाये ओर खो हम गए।आप कहते गएहम सपने बुनते गएआपने कुछ और अर्थ…
I have many dreamsTo enjoy at each happy turnAs nature is kindI shall not mindTo participate fullyWith you reallyOf late, I have realizedAnd you have proved tooThat human value is beyond comparisonAnd shall vary from person to personI had been bitterAbout past personal matterBut I have left it behindTo be taken care of by dead…
You owe certain things to common peopleEven though you may be independent and capableYou can call it shining dayAs you have found means and wayYet it is almighty that you have been giftedOut of millions you have been liftedYou own money, luxury villa or orchidstill you are His lovable child and need feedyou may be…
That lies with heartNot only remains ceaseless with emissionBut consolidates the relationIt can be mineWith spell of force divineBut what has it to do with yoursWhen you can show no leniency or honor?Don’t disturbOr shall face insultI shall not entertainAnything with painI have feelingAnd inklingAbout beautiful thingsThose can easily bringI shall blossom like flowerAfter rainy…
Who writes quietly?With no preplanBut just word with penYou need not have any qualificationTo write and sing with excitationIt flows from heart as river waterQuite natural and no intention to alterThe river water just flowAnd goAlong routeTo find original rootIt shall come uninterruptedAnd remain fully statedOn piece of paperFor number of readersSo we all writeTo…
That we are not afraid of an almightyWho has given us beautiful land?To be called motherlandMany have shed their bloodSo we can have foodLiberty and freedomWith wish to use wisdomBut who has brought us on this heaven?It is her and purely drivenBy the sentiments of being called‘Glorious mother’ for the pious souls rolledHow many sages…
