Meri Aarzoo

  Yeh zindagi ek khel hi to hai Ek shatranj ka khel Hum sab pyade hain Sher dil pyade, badhte jaate hain Manzil ki orr, bisaat ke uss paar Raste main shatir chalien chal ke Bachte bachate, takatwar mohron ko dhool chatate Har mod pe khatra hai dushman ka, Bach gaye to ek kadam aage Haar gaye to jaan se gaye Agar koi khushkismat bisaat ke uss paar Pahunch ke shahanshah ban bhi gaya To palat ke kya dekhta hai Jiss saltanat to jeetne ke liye sab kuch kiya Woh saltanat to hai par Badshahat karne kee liye koi bacha hi nahi Khud hi sultanat, khud hi baadshah Haan yeh zindagi ek khel hi to hai Ek shatranj ka khel

I think all the Amsterdammers would relate to this :) Yeh cake itna kadwa kyun hai Phir bhi bada mast hai Bina khaye raha nahi ja raha Khake sar chakra raha Main baitha hoon aur duniya ghoom rahi Dharti upar aur aasman neeche aa gaya Kadam kuch ladkhada rahe hain Koi pankha chalao yaar Bahar zero degree aur mujhe paseena aa raha hai Dil khol ke baat karne ka mann hai aaj Kuch khatti kuch meethi Kuch bhuli kuch bisri Kuch apni kuch tumhari Aaj na rakho kuch dil main Nikaal do jo hai isme sailaab Main kya bol raha hoon Kuch yaad nahi Zara batana to hum kahan the Yaar tune yeh kya khila diya Dost , yeh space cake khake mazaa aa gaya

Guftagu Chaand ko taanga falak pe, Kholi potli aur bikher diye timtimate sitare, Baadalon ko bheja saraa pe bauchaar karne, Samaa baandha mitti ki sondhi sondhi khushboo se, Aur humne guzaar di ek aur shaam, Guftagu main. Chalo Chalo, ab ghar chalte hain, Bahut kaam pada hai. Chit Chatting Hanged the moon on the horizon, Took out the twinkling stars from bag to spread on the horizon, Sent the clouds to sprinkle the earth, Finally, set the mood with some earthen fragrance, Together we spent another evening chit chatting. Come on; let’s leave now, There is a lot of work to be done.

Humsafar Thak to gaya hai, chilmilati dhup main chalte chalte. Gala Sukh gaya hai aawaz dete dete. Humsafar bahut durr nikal gaya hai. Ab na woh mud ke dekhega na laut ke aayega. Raahi sambhal ja, tera humsafar koi aur hoga. Companion Tired of walking in this scorching heat, Shouting with a thirsty throat, My companion is already far away, With no signs of turning back , Don't be disheartened, your companion would be someone else.

Yeh duuri , majboori jaise shabd, Sab bus tasalli dene ke liye hain dil ko. Kabhi iss chalawe ko bhul ke zindagi jio, Zinda hona mehsoos karo. Sab chod kar taqdeer pe, Usko majboori ka naam dete ho. Khud kuch karte nahi, Taqdeer ko badnaam karte ho. Mana hogi koi majboori tumhari, Jo sapno ko haqeeqat na hone de, Par ek majboori ke kaaran, Sapno ko kyun khone do. Tasalli dene se dil ko chain nahi aata, Woh adhura sapna pal pal bechain karta hai. Kya milega tumhe dafna ke adhure khwab, Na dil ka chain na raat ki neend. Himmat haar ke kabhi khushi nahi milti, Kuch aisa karo jisse dil jhume. Zindagi nahi chalti tasalli jaise shabdon se, Chalti hai to bus kuch kar guzarne ke jazbe se.

Jab kabhi dhup nikalti hai un baadalon ke beech, Main apne joote pahen daudne nikal padta hoon. Ghar ke paas ek nahar hai, ek pagdandi aur ek pavan chakki, Main us nahar ke kinare daudne lagta hoon. Kaano mein Ipod ka sangeet hota hai, Par kai baar mujhe gaane ke bol sunai nahi dete, Dhyaan to panchiyon ki chachahat pe hota hai. Mujhe kuch aur log bhi daudte hue milte hain, Ek pal unhe dekh muskura, Phir daudne lagta hoon. Suraj ki kirne nahar ke paani ko jag maga deti hain, Jaise jhilmil sitare din main nikal aaye hon, Daudte daudte kabhi theher, puliya pe khada main, Un sitaroon ko nihar leta hoon, Hawa ke jhonke phoolon ki bheeni bheeni khusboo failate hain, Aur paed jhoom jhoom mera honsla badate hain Main madmast ho phir daudne lagta hoon. Ghane paedon , paani ke beech, Uss pagdandi pe daud kar bahut sukun milta hai, Dil karta hai bus daudta rahoon. Par thoda thak kar ghar ki orr nikal jata hoon, Pasine mein lathpath ghar ki ...

  Sometimes it feels like someone should listen to the voices within my heart , find the meaning in my silence and listen to it where the words fail to express the feelings. Khamoshi Kuch alfaz atke hain halaq main, Sabko sunai nahi dete, Dhyan laga meri khamoshi ko sun, Shayad tujhe woh nazm sunai de jaaye. Silence Few words are stuck in my throat, No one is able to hear them, Listen carefully to my silence, May be you are able to hear that silent poem.