Hope

Hope is something I Don't Have.
Hope is something I Don't Need.
Hope is something I Want Badly.

Dreams

Dreams, with open eyes I had,
before I went into the dreams,
with closed eyes I have,I had.
Urge me to attain, with any means,
those dreams with open eyes I had.

Those silent whispers spoke,
through the heart and woke
me up, from the violent sleep,
into reality,but not to weep.

I had to close my eyes,
to see the world I want.
In portrait of trembling paint,
is what I saw with closed eyes.

I had rehearsals, times Infinite,
of how the time ahead will go.
But somewhere within i know,
dreams aren't the way its go.

Sometimes,I wish I had no Dreams,
Sometimes,I wish I had no struggle.
Struggle gives worth to that Dream.

Its the journey towards the awaited end,
what matters is the journey at the end.
The idea of life is to have nothing,
but to experience a journey towards THE END.

Dreams, with open eyes I had,
before I went into the dreams,
with closed eyes I have,I had.
Urge me to attain, with any means,
those dreams with open eyes I had.


PS: I always wonder that why i am so greedy to attain things , why I want everything rather than just happiness , If I could be just happy without a reason... But you need an aim , to experience a journey , and a happiness with no limits , with some sorrows to make the happiness more sweet. The Idea is the journey , the reason for my birth is to experience this journey. I here by leave any interest in Absurdism :D :D

Rhyme- A Tribute to The Child In Us

This time, somehow i have to rhyme ,
it doesn't matter how many lines,
four, five ,six ,seven. eight or nine.

The requirement was never mine,
people wanted something that ll rhyme.
It is not a poem , not for the wines ,
this is a rhyme for the nines.
*wines=adults, nines=nine year old..

Never noticed , how English rhymes,
matured to poems from ryhmes,
asking this question during majors time.
from poems to nursery rhymes,
or rich nursery rhymes to poem dimes.
*Majors=exams...
PS
Happy Children Day.... Wished I still have to study rhymes and not e governance :D

These Days

These days ,
There is no new day ,
Life is continuously moving ahead,
A night is just to have rest and
Not have a break.

PS : Don't say it was a short poem :P

Manzile

(Picture Given By Ratul Upadhyay)-Viga Versa Photography

Manzil yaad nahi hai kya thi ,
Aur tum khete ho aage chaloo....
jo soch kar chalna shuru kiya tha,
wo raaste main kahin bhool gaye..
aur tum khete ho ki aage chaloo...

hum samay ke mohtaaj nahi rahe ab...
wo bhi kheta rheta hai,
abto chalo, abhi chalo, ab nahi to kab chaloge.....

(kabhi kabar raaste main ruk kar ,
chaye bhi pee leni chahiye,
chaye ke saath pakode bhi kha lene chahiye :D)
PS I wanted to have tea at that time but due to minors was not getting it...

Sir , abhi to minors hue hain,
aur aap khete ho tut* karo...tut karoo.... :D
lo ek aur assignment karo...

Har manzil ko paane se phele,
kya insaan khota hai,
aur kya insaan hota hai,
wo sochne ke liye ruk lena chahiye,
jo khoya kya wo manzil thi...
ya manzilo main insaan kho jaata hai...
kyunki Manzil paane ke baad insaan,
wo nahi rheta jo usse paana chahta tha......

PS 1.tut is referred to the Tutorial Assignments we get every week....

To Kya Baat Thii....

Agar Koi, mujhe Samajh Sakta to kya baat thi.
Koi phechaan kar jaan sakta to kya baat thi.
Hasate to bohat hain ,
Koi khush kar sakta to kya baat thi.

Marne ki baat to bohat karte hain ,
Koi kuch pal aur jee sakta to kya baat thi.
Kal aane par to sab kuch paa lunga main,
Wo sab aaj mil sakta to kya baat thi.

Pyaar to bohato se karta hun main ,
Koi mujh se karta hota to kya baat thi.
(PS: these lines are in this poem, so that i get a comment from gvsparx.blogspot.com :D :P)
Haan to bohato ne ki, jab na kari
To laga ladki main kya HI baat thi .:D

Padhkar ank to bohat log laate hain,
Bina padhe ank bhi bohat laate hain,
Nakal karkar bhi ank bohat log laate hain,
Saali pariksha na hoti , to kya baat thi..

Mazaak mazaak main kavita likh di maine,
Is kavita main koi baat hoti ,
To kya baat thi.... :D


Har pal apne andar , kuch aisa karne ki chaah rakho,
Ki log yaad rakhe aur kahein ,ki us Insaan main ,
Kuch to Baat thi ...
To kya baat thiii....
To kya baat thii...
To kya baat thii...



PS add one your own To Kya Baat Thi....

Chapter Two "Running Away"

For those who waited for the second chapter of the Poem Love Story Of a Poet... Its now on the blog :)
http://lovestoryofapoet.blogspot.com/2011/06/chapter-two-running-away.html

Dream

I dream of this , I dream of that.
Most important of all, I dream of you.

I dream of getting up early.
I dream of getting good grades.

But all I want to do is sleep.
So that I can dream of you.

I dream of something I don't Do.
I dream of someone I don't do.:D

You is nothing but an utopia I want.
Hence I dream of you and sleep for you. :D

Kavita

कविता लिखना !!!

हमारी आदत नहीं,

मजबूरी नहीं,

शौक नहीं,

ये एक हसीन मोहब्बत है .

और ये बताना सही रहेगा की 

कविता किसी  नारी का नाम नहीं है .

और सची मोहब्बत है ..

कलम तो किसी कोयल की गीत की तरह ,

अपने आप लिखती चली  जाती है ,

कागज़ तो अम्बर की तरह ,

कोयल को पनाह दिए जातें हैं .

कवी का प्यार सो ज़रूर जाता है ,

कम होता नहीं है ,

थमता नहीं है,

और  कभी मरता नहीं है.

और हर कविता के लिखते ही,

खिलते ही,

झलकते ही,

इश्क कागज़ के रंग की तरह

घेरा होता चला जाता है ...

BADALNE MAT DENA

तस्वीरे बदलती नहीं , इंसान बदल जाते हैं ;

मुकाम बदल जाते हैं

कारवाह बदल जातें हैं 

और ये वक़्त बदल जाता है .

नदी जैसे बहेती चली जाती है,

दुनिया मैं लोग वाह वाह करते चले जाते हैं

जिसकी की वाह वाह होती है ,वो इंसान बदल जाता है,

फिर किसी तस्वीर मैं वो पाया जाता है.

वक़्त के साथ बदलता मौसम जब भा जाता है ,

इंसान सारे गिले शिकवे भी खा जाता है,

ऐ दोस्त तुझसे बस इतनी धर्कवास्त है ,

खुद बल्दे तो हमे भी बदल देना अपने साथ,

बस इस दोस्ती को कायम रखना , बदलने मत देना .

When you lost it ?

The Time , was never adequate ,
but some how it was my mate .
Every night , I slept late;
for the next day,a passionate wait.

The hour hand of the clock,
ran like the minute hand,
fast ,tick tock tick tock,
the minute was a twin of the second.

And in a split of a second ,
i lost it,
my mate ,
me myself as passionate,
for nothing , it was to wait.

It taught me a lesson,
with ample amount of time,
one does nothing, desires nothing,
except writes and posts his poems as something.

Kuch Likh Hi Lein

आज दिल ने सोचा , कलम उठा ही लें ,
थोडा ही सही , कुछ  लिख ही लें,
किताबें पढ़ पढ़ कर,
 कुछ लिख न सकें,
आज बिना पढ़े कुछ लिख ही लें .

एक किताब , ज़िन्दगी की लिखी जा रही है ,
उसमें कुछ पन्नो को अपनी पसंद से ,
रंग ही दें , भर ही दें,
थोडा ही सही , आज कुछ लिख ही लें .


This is what , comes out after minors (exams @ IIT delhi )

ज़िन्दगी में मैं आगे बड़ा अब

Well this is a very short poem of mine but carries the longest message ....

पल पल, पथ पर , पैरो तले ,फूल बिछाये गए तब ;

पहले पहले अपने कदम चला मैं जब ;

किनारों के सहारे ,चला करता था मैं तब ;

किनारों ने साथ छोड़ा तो लगा ,

ज़िन्दगी में मैं आगे बड़ा अब;

खुली हवा ज़िन्दगी की लगने लगी जब;

पथ बदला ,कंकर बिछे नज़र आने लगे तब;

नासमझ था मैं जब चलदिया उस पथ पर तब;

दर्द का एहसास रहा थोड़ी दूर तक ,

मज़ा आने लगा तब;

फिर लगा ज़िन्दगी में मैं आगे बड़ा तब. 

I am sorry for the mistakes in Hindi..this is my first time typing phonetically....
Thanks...

Friends

Well this is a very old poem ,i wrote it during my first majors exam but today is the best day to publish it as better late then never.
it has two parts and you ll easily distinguish between them
enjoy reading :)



Far Far away from home
under the institute's dome
i was sitting alone
wished my friends had a clone.
With them i was disaster prone,
it was like sitting on a kings throne.

The unforgettable fights ,the unforgettable moments ,
boasting pocket tights,the impeccable love agreements.

Bunking the class with movement being sleek,
playing in audi the amazing hide and seek,
hiding behind the curtain being pushed by whims,
you just laughed the person was a kin.
The curtain fell we trembled,being pushed so heard,
friends got you out of trouble though it was hard.

Standing together in class,
sitting together in class,
this was the usual trend ,
bcoz sir,the notebook is with my friend .

Most crucial time was the lunch break,
it felt standing in war,hiding your lunch,
they said too good food your mother makes,
In that rush of hour no one ever munched
but ate ,ate and ate which was simply great.

Old friends are not easily bygone,
new friends are like a new Imran Khan song.

Now,the night is never over,
lectures compensate for the hangover,

Teasing you with the name of the girl you hate,
Is the best time pass of your college mates.

One 'O' clock at the night,they will make you wake,
and say so light,lets have a bread baked.

Two 'O' clock at night and not in the mode of inception,
Making you propose a b'ful girl,
after the hilarious rejection,
making you suppose she's not at all a girl.

But in the end everything is right
and you ll have a time of your life

AS

They annoy because they care,
they tease with the feeling they share,
the relation between friends is not mere,
Keep them close as good friends are so rare.


"Happy Friendship Day"

Everyday

well this poem is a result of many days of thinking and many events that happened in my life few days ago and this is what i took from it....




Everyday is not nice,
someday you get the whole cake,
some day u just get a slice,
someday you not even get a slice.

some fine day a girl looks nice,
the next day the girl looks very nice,
but the other day,some other girl in the city,
seems to capture your heart as she so pretty.

not everyday is your birthday,
not everyday is meant to be your birthday,
but every single day is a magical one,
because god gave another day to have fun.

Everyday i don't know how,
people get time to hate,
when there are so many to love,
not a single moment to waste.

Some know their future,
as it is the same routine daily,
it is in their couture,
they change anything barely.

Everyday people cal you crazy,
everyday they call you looser,
everyday they call you mad,
everyday they call you genius.

its up to you which day,
they get in you ahead,
on the wrong day you just lay,
on the right one you move ahead.

everyday some plan to do something new,
everyday some plan to study which is nt new,
everyday i plan to write a poem on a topic new,
even though it is read by only a few.

What drives me is my spirit inside,
keeping all my worries aside that ,
one day i know people will give heed
everyday to the poem i wrote.

Life is not about a mere list to follow,
Its a dream to be lived in reality,
doesn't matter how much your condition is shallow,
and then in the end making a list which came to be reality.

That what great men did,they were good dreamers,
everyday they dreamed something new, achieved something new,
but great men are not few,they are inside everyone of you,
not every night but everyday just try to make a dream come true.