कुछ लिखने का मन नहीं है..
फिर भी गुस्ताखी करती हूँ..
सोच का बर्तन नहीं है..
फिर भी शब्द भरती हूँ..
कुछ जाना है.. कुछ पहचाना है..
फिर भी विवरण भरती हूँ..
आप कहें तो एक बार क्या ..
१०० बार फिर वही दोहराती हूँ..
जो हुआ अच्छा अगर. . बुरे वक़्त में उसे याद कर..
मुस्कुराहट भरती हूँ..
और हुआ है बुरा अगर.. तो अच्छे वक़्त के आने का..
इंतजार मैं मुस्कुरा के करती हूँ..
मुस्कुराने में है भला..
रो कर किसी को क्या मिला..
आप ने ये जो भी अभी पढ़ा..
इसको पढ़ के आपके चेहरे पर भी एक हंसी की तमन्ना करती हूँ ..
Happiness and hope have knocked at the door..
The sun shone brighter.. birds chirped louder..
Kites are rising higher.. Breeze is tender..
Life is beautiful once again..
The fun lies in enjoying little things in life..
And leaving behind the black chapters..
A ray of hope is enough..
To wipe away the tears of darkness..
The light is back.. and I have to go on..
Stronger and on and on..
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..
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..
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..
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..
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)
You lifted me, you made me smile
We did boxing, all the while
You brought those chocolates for me
You bought me my first tricycle
You gave me all toys I desired
You listened patiently to my toddler talks
You changed my diaper and dirty socks
Mom is mom, but dad is dad
Without both of you, my world would be sad.
My dad you are my super hero
Without you around, I am a zero
You shower me with your selfless love
You hold my hand and hug me tight
I love you dad for you are the best
I say it loud that you made my proud
I wish that you are never sad
Happy father’s day to my lovable Dad!
(By Anushka Suri)
The sun is red
The sky is blue
The eyes are wet
The tears are true
A storm had come
As usual unannounced
All property was drowned
All dreams were lost
The darkness frowned
The lights dimmed
But one fine day
The dark clouds split
The sun came out
And announced it loud
Things will be better
Better for the time being
For life is no monotony
But a rainbow of destiny
Dont be sad on the dark days
Be stronger to face the rains
For life is just like a moving train
(By Anushka Suri)
When the nights are short
And the days are long
When your heart sings
A lovely song
As days pass by
And years are made
Time kills you
Like a silent spade
But you stay stong
You don’t fade
You walk in steps
You cover miles
999 reasons to cry for a while
1 small reason to keep a smile
A smile has no country
A smile knows no state
A smile is a language
Which none of us hate
So move your muscles
And learn to smile
Let all your tensions
Vanish for a while.
(By Anushka Suri)
Anushka Suri 