Tag Archives: Poems

kash wo samjhe hote

kash wo samjhe hote

aur hum unko samjha pate

kash wo behke hote

aur hum unko sambhal pate

kash wo kehte hote

aur hum unko kuch keh pate

kash wo samjhe hote..

apna dil to tuta..

awaz bhi na apayi..

dil ki dhadkan khatam hui..

aur dur gayi meri parchayi..

kash wo samjhe hote..

kya hoti hai ye ruswayi..

kisko hum batlayein..

kya hoti hai ye tanhayi..

ek to dur gaye humse..

jahan mein hi humko bhul gaye..

duji wo chal di..

ki laut ke phir na apayi..

kash wo samjhe hote..

kya thokar humne hai khayi..

 

 

 

 

 

 

some times it happens – poem

sometimes it happens..
you need your loved ones..
and they leave you alone..
sometimes it happens..
you beg for mercy..
and people are cruel to you..
sometimes it happens..
you want to make up..
but be your bad luck..
others want to break up..
sometimes it happens..
you tell the truth..
but in spite of your tears..
no one trusts you..
sometimes it happens..
you appear bold to others..
but deep inside..
you need a hug..
sometimes it happens..
you want to cry..
but you don’t get a shoulder..
you don’t get your mother’s lap..
sometimes it happens..
you want to share..
but your best friend..
is not there…
sometimes it happens..
you get surprised..
as those support you..
who never did before..
sometimes it happens..
life is so strange..
you feel the gap..
but you cant help..
sometimes it happens..
there is so much enthusiasm around..
but you want to cry..
sometimes it happens..
you want to talk..
you want to hear..
but there are no calls..
sometimes it happens..
you are so bad..
and good people..
become bad to you..
sometimes it happens..
you want to write..
but words don’t come easily..
sometimes it happens..

Life is a strange story

Life is a strange story..

Sometimes defeat, some glory..

Oh Lord I surrender myself to you..

Please  take me along..

I want to meet you..

I want to be with you..

This poem is not complete..

For I have not met Him .. its obsolete..

I wish I knew who I am

As the fan turns off and on..

As there is morning and dawn..

As I get up early and then yawn..

A thought comes to me off and on..

Who am I and why I am here..

If I was a body, I would not be dead anyway..

If I am a soul, why don’t I realize it..

Why can’t I accept birth and death alike..

Why cant I trust what the Bible/Geeta/Guru Granth and all epics say?

Why cant I believe that I am to die one day?

Why cant I care for my destiny after death?

Why do I seek the world from God?

Why do I care so much for this world??

Why cant I see God in a mosquito?

Why cant I hear the screams of poor chicken in the meat??

Why cant I realize God is everywhere?

Why? Why? Why?

Simply because its 2010..

The future is here..

But no one has read and understood the epics.. the holy books..

No body has the depth..

It not humanly possible to grasp the Vedas..

The person who does this is our spiritual master..

I salute my master.. I can’t pay His debt..

Think about it ..

As He says.. Realize the grace of God..

Dont go to holy places just for physical drill..

Love God with your mind..

Friendship is in the air

This time I am writing too early on Friendship Day coming up in August.  Here is a poem dedicated to all my friends since I was born..

We held hands together

We had those loud fights

We used to go to terraces

To compete while flying kites

We tasted together junk food

We played games in neighbourhood

We shared books, we shared thoughts

We gave tough looks, we made paper boats

I wish I could be young again

So that we could play outside in the rain

I wish we could discover the past

Where there was no worry,  no pain.

(Composed by Anushka Suri)

Dare to do something

Dare to do something good

Dare to be a naughty kid

Dare to buy a big balloon

Dare to watch a funny toon

Dare to make a paper boat

Dare to make paper boats float

Dare to do something wrong

Dare to sing your favorite song

Dare to run a race

Dare to make a  funny face

Dare to play a game

Dare to try for fame

Life is a short dynamic  play

Every actor has a role  to play

The dialogs  are ready, the stage is set

Give your best; love, forgive and forget.

(Composed by Anushka Suri)