Cycling through the roads, rotating in the same speed,
The two wheels continue to guide the tale that life reads.
Along the same path that seem different every single time,
Talking without words and sentences just like a childish mime.
Different stops but the same destination,
Struggling through the pages with different explanation.
Giving the ultimate test to see where i stand,
Would I lose the time or would we make it grand.
Doing what the time needs, avoiding what you love,
Being a fiery ball yet the Sun never shove.
Waiting for shooting star to appear on a full moon night,
To wish for the time to make every wrong thing right.
One day when the tree saw the fruit after a long wait,
It knew how sweet it would taste believing on its fate.
The rain showered the rainbow in the sky,
For the moment that came after the clouds cry.
The sunkissed sunflower now seem to bloom,
The sun setting it golden glow as the skies gently groom.
Though miles apart, their hearts still stay,
The moon whispers love as night turns to day.-
Whispers of Time and Love
Achieving the sky, we aim to fly
Capturing the moments that remain shy.
Throughout the journey, the time we trade,
We spend the rainbow of moments, whose colors fade.
Dancing beneath the moonlight at the very start,
We learned how the stars stay close, yet far apart.
Meeting the effect of tides along the runway,
An incoming baby cyclone with its mother at play.
Difficult to sit together, like thorns and roses,
The bench and desks recall each of our poses.
Choosing the wrong papers to write on,
The sunflower never remained happy at the end of dawn.
Around the hills, the voice repeats,
Confessing its depth, where the two ends meets.
Snow all around, holding each others hand
With time this ice breaks and gets away from the land.
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मेरी माँ
मेरी माँ मुझसे बहुत प्यार करती है,
मेरे ज़िंदगी के हर पल मैं वो ढेरों खुशियाँ भरती है,
ना दुखी रहूँ कभी किस दिन मैं,
उस दिन की तैयारी वो प्रतिदिन करती है।
मेरी माँ मेरी हर ख्वाइश पूरी करती है,
कोई दूर चला जाए तो उसकी दूरी कम करती है,
मेहनत इतनी करती है वो कि मैं कभी ना पीछे रह जाऊँ,
जो भी चीज़ मैं बोलूँ, वो मैं हमेशा अपने पास पाऊँ।
मेरी माँ कभी मुझे भूखा नहीं सोने देती है,
चार निवाले में खा पाऊँ तो वो खुद केवल पानी पी लेती है।
नमक घी की रोटी हो या हो वो शक्कर और दही,
उसके हाथ का स्वाद मुझे नहीं मिला और कहीं।
मेरी माँ कभी मुझे मुसीबत में ना पड़ने देती है,
मेरी हर मुसीबत में मेरे तरफ़ से वो खुद लड़ लेती है।
सामय के साथ अपनी मुसीबतों से खुद लड़ना तो सिखाती है,
पर मुसीबत ही ना आ पाए तो मुसीबतों को ही आँख दिखाती है।
मेरी माँ मुझे पढ़ाई के साथ साथ दुनियादारी सिखाती है,
लोगों से मिलकर रहना और उनकी मदद करना ये खुद करके दिखाती है।
बताती है कि ज़िंदगी में परिश्रम से ही फल मिलता है,
आखिर इतनी कठिनाइयों के बाद भी तो कमल कीचड़ में खिलता है।
उस माँ की खुशियों के लिए एक दिन नहीं पूरी ज़िंदगी उसके नाम कर दी है,
भगवान ने इस धरती पे साथ देने के लिए पहनी जिस माँ की वर्दी है।
हमेशा खुश रख पाऊं उसे बस इतना सक्षम बनाना है मुझे,
मैं तेरा लड़का हूँ ये सबको शान से कह पाए बस इतना गर्व करते हुए देखना है तुझे।"-
Someone, who left me
A comforting night turning to a Dreary morning,
It all happened with few clicks even without a warning.
Someone from somewhere just decided to get away,
Cutting me off from their life without any further delay.
This all happened in the night before i woke,
Finding no trace of her, feeling completely alone and broke.
Tumbling in thought of ways to search,
The lost part i barely built on the little perch.
Googling stuff to see whether the AI could help,
To find the location where I could let out a loud yelp.
Trying every possible street where i could meet,
My comfort space, my peaceful homemade treat.
Discovering the digital envelope she left behind,
Getting the address to the memories which I could now rewind.
Being there and healing all the wound until it mends,
So that i could win her back before the day ends.
Enjoying our life as long as the morning and night blends.-
SHE ASKED ME FOR THE MOON
She asked me for the moon..
To sparkle her eyes,
Unaware she carries its glitter,
In her every magical rise.
She asked me for the moon..
To catch its glow and its gentle, silver light,
Unaware that she holds the power,
To illuminate my darkest night.
She asked me for the moon..
To explore its secret and share them with the world,
Unaware of the things she hides,
With all the answers always furled.
She asked me for the moon..
To make me twirl around the earth,
Unaware of what she means to me,
My complete universe and my cherished hearth.
She asked me for the moon..
To watch the stars do their cosmic ballet,
Unaware of how close my star twinkle,
Yet being so far away in her dream chalet.
She asked me for the moon..
To hide her pain behind it,
Unaware abt the happiness she deserves,
The candle of Hope and trust which I will always lit.
She asked me for the moon for the one last time..
To make us fly and to make us croon,
Unaware of the gravity that she holds me with,
Helping me along, being my guiding light, my all time eternal moon.-
पिता का परिचय
जिसने कभी क से कमल, ख से खरगोश सिखाया है,
उन्होंने हर बार क से कवच और ख से खुदानगर बनके दिखाया है।
न कभी हाथ उठाया, न ज्यादा दांत लगाई,
पढ़ाई के अलावा ज़िन्दगी में बाकी चीज़ों की अहमियत बताई।
जिनके कंधों पे बैठ के आसमान को छू लेता हूँ मैं हर बार,
उन्होंने मेरे खुशी के खातिर सहे हैं अंगिनत अथक वार।
अदृश्य ढाल लेकर जो सदा चला मेरे साथ,
कठिन से कठिन समय में पकड़ कर रखा था उन्होंने मेरा हाथ।
यह ध्यान रखा उन्होंने कि कभी न अधूरी रह जाए मेरी कोई भी ख्वाइश,
अपने थकान से लड़कर, उन्होंने खून पसीना एक करके पूरे किया है मेरी हर एक फरमाइश।
ध्रुव तारा कहूं या कॉम्पास, हमेशा अनजान रास्तों में सही रास्ता बताया है,
पर कभी न उन्होंने मुझ पर अपना संपूर्ण हक जताया है।
जीवन की परीक्षा में हिम्मत से लड़ाई करना सिखाया है,
समुंदर में चलंग लगाकर डुबकी लगाना दिखलाया है।
जिनके जूता बचपन से पहन पाने की कोशिश कीया करता,
अब भी वो जूतों का भार पूरी तरह मे उठा नहीं सकता।
जीवन में साथ चल के मेरे, परिश्रम और धैर्य का ज्ञान मुझे दिलाया है,
विनम्रता से रहने की सीख, तेरी मोहब्बत ने मुझे समझाया है।
और सबसे उत्कृष्ट पिता बनाने का फर्ज़ आपने हमेशा निभाया है।-
Actively growing from spring to summer, living by its own energy,
Roots enhancing their hold, fortifying the connection by their synergy.
Sharing its fragrance all around, the flower invites the bee to get its nectar,
Letting the sweetness out by the sting which wasn’t ever its protector.
But still with all the hardwork and pain they gain back some of its charm,
Yet unable to fulfil the Delicacy it had even after getting the alarm.
It took five years for spring and summer to end,
Giving rise to rainy season where the actual difficulties blend.
Thunderstorms, Lighting and all the gusty wind the tree now had to survive,
Making the roots that tried to hold itself weak so that it pretends to thrive.
Loosen Soil started to dissemble by the Flow of water that the storm made,
However, the roots always held the soil and never let the tree to fall and fade.
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If the Walls could Talk....
Will they reveal the secret If the walls could Talk,
Telling the things they heard when people had their hardest walk.
The stories of life time they will always tell,
From the Grandfather's childhood to the granchild's stories of how they fell.
Could have saved many people, who died all alone,
Would have been a friend to those who suffered on their own.
Telling the feelings of a person to the person they evade,
Saving Bonds which have eventually started to fade.
Informing the strategies that are planned inside a confined space,
For making you win or someone else lose the race.
Would have told of when they were about to fall,
Giving every person their last chance to call.-
PSUEDOSELF
I am the happiest who has no reason to cry,
Similar to a desert full of water, where nothing is dry.
Having many friends who would never leave me alone,
Like Multiple Sim cards in an old Nokia phone.
Its easy for me to express myself to everyone,
Identical to the way fathers describe their hard run.
Always being firm on the decision I make,
Just like a u turn on the wrong side I usually take.
Achieving everything and nothing holding me back,
As if a blind running on the correct track.
Knowing to Love in moderation and not all at the same time,
Because its easy to wash a dirt before it turns grime.
No fear of losing someone in life,
Similar to a martyr's family seeing his duty rife.
This is me, this is how I am,
Maybe the one you see or maybe what I Sham.-
Your aim in life should be to light everyone's life, but never be a matchstick to light, or else you will always end up in having ashes for yourselves.
Always be a light to spread the light.-