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.

How a Poem Is Formed....

Elite emotions,when slides,shines and are all yours;
perfect poem then glides,glows,from heart so pure.
Small,snappier,big,boasting all types of words,
when meet to describe all types,turnovers of the worlds.

It all begins with a different mood.
you ask yourself,whats happening dude?
and emotions slides from you eye
on to the cheeks,yes you cry,
sometimes happy sometimes sad,
sometimes creative sometimes mad.

The ideas for your new poem Shines,
in front of your brain,
you glide your pen to fill lines,
linking emotions in chains.

Then the POEM starts to glow
on to the sheet about which you know,
the sheet might be small
for snappier words to fall,
into the one place,the right place,
to form a big impact on the readers face.

things that are written usually to boast,
because before you write you have to toast,
the words,which you can do as a host
of your poem describing what you want,
it include turnovers with a taunt.

It is world made by words.
as someone said ,POEM is
something often felt in worlds,
but described rarely in words.



this is by far my best poem i have written and if you like it do comment in apoetic style if you can lol!!!

We All Live For The "One Day"

Sometimes i want to cry,
but tears don't fall from my eye,
doesn't matter how much i try,
they always leave my cheeks dry,
feelings are at peak high,
frustration,depression,aggression
is all i seek by.

I use to love my fate,
now i have started to hate,
but life gives all of us a bait,
waiting for a perfect exact date.

We all live for the "ONE DAY",
For the achievement that ll come your way,
for your mate to say what u want them to say
for your parents to be proud and lay
hands on you shoulder and say,
yes this is my child,
he personifies my pride.
we wish for that day,
we wish it ll come soon
we wish it ll be a boon.

Our madness, our rush inside,
keeps us moving against the tide,
we want it,we want it madly
we can't wait,we want it so badly.

But for some it never comes,
The day which was entitled to
make us happy and jump on our bums,
the moment we could hold onto,
the time to which we are not bound to,
the thing we can lay our hands onto.

the thing we had waited for so long,
which has entered our life's song.
the thing we are obsessed with,
the people we want to live with.

But our spirit never dies
because one day we know
it will come in our lives
we just need to worry how?

And if by chance that day comes
we enjoy,jump on our bums,
enjoying life as it comes
the feeling of goosebumps.

but soon we forget that came
and again start becoming insane,
Greediness insides us take its way
After That day we all again say

Sometimes i want to cry,
but tears don't fall from my eye,
doesn't matter how much I try,
they always leave my cheeks dry,
feelings are at peak high,
frustration,depression,aggression
is all i seek by.

Well this is how I think maximum of us live our lives ,we just have craze for something till we get it our achieve it and then enjoy that moment or time for just one day and then again start to live in the hope of Another One Day. if you think this is true please do comment on this post......thank you for reading this.

Love Story Of a Poet

Well to all my followers i have a new blog for my new poem named Love Story Of a Poet do read it.....
the link is
http://lovestoryofapoet.blogspot.com
and please follow this blog also...

Chapter One-The Begining

Day One
It all started in a dusty morning,
the poet went to a park jogging,
it was hard to wake up early,
he never knew,he ll do this so dearly.

The time was of sun rise,
soon it was going to be wise,
is what he believed,
walking between the trees cleaved.

It was the fresh air,
he was feeling within,
he was feeling energized,
walking,glancing here and there.

he felt dust rising beneath,
as he slowly moved ahead,
amazing were the long breaths,
he realized its better to be here then bed.

the wind started blowing up,
trees started trembling,
he suddenly stopped,
he started mumbling.

deep sigh he took,
again moved his feet,
again started to look,
this time was birds fleet.

he saw little children playing,
reminded him his childhood days,
in mud he was always dirtying,
sticking to his body all type of clays.

old wise men were laughing,
some were reciting wise couplets,
some were getting romantic,
all at the age of sixty.

suddenly he realised,waking up,
he is not the only one jogging,
saw the crowd,brisking up,
heard different voices,all mending.

but he was all alone,
talking to himself,
started to drone,
remaining into himself.

The park was long enough,
he was tired,bored,
went back home to stuff
the belly which snore.

Day Two

This was the second day he came,
for him this was something insane,
nothing new was felt in the air,
surely this time, love was in the air.

Today new things to notice were few,
things about which he had no clue,
some new faces he saw,
some new relations he started to plough.

no one was just jogging,
some were talking,singing,
listening to various songs,
the reason for walking so long.

he had no reason ,except to walk,
to get fit and not to talk,
something magnificent he just saw,
she was tall and her hair so dark,
his attention diverted,as she walked,
got imbalanced but she walked,
he trembled,fell like a crock.

mud from all sides surrounded him,
girl's thought surrounded his head,
the white top,the pink skirt,
Oh! god there is so much dirt,
why the hell did i fell,
cursing the devils of the hell
at least i could see the face,
why it always happens in my case!!

Well the poet turned pale,
it might have been a fairy tale,
but he again had to fail,
went home leaving behind a trail.

Going back he looked at his feet,
bruummm!!!they collided in their first meet.
Ya the girl was damn B'ful,
poet was appearing a fool.

Said sorry and brisked up,
started to have hiccups.
but still he was happy as always,
this time he saw the "face".





Third Day
Clock said the time is six,
everything was at place fixed,
the girl was at his right,
poet's face was damn bright.

Emotions at that moment he could't hide,
that there were flowers blossoming inside,
by a glance of flower beside,
they were walking between the flowers on two side.

The moment of there first kiss,
was something more than a bliss.
the way she always smiles,
poet wished they walked for miles.

Something at that time was wrong,
well it had to be wrong,
nothing goes so fast! big! bang! and bong!
he was hearing his mother's voice for long,
"wake up!wake up!seven is the time
see how beautiful the sun shines".
well the sun was still rising,
and not rising from the east,
from the bed,poet was rising,
the dream was a delightful feast,
He waked up,realising the sun,
was rising from the east,
in dream it was so much fun,
reality is n't a feast,but a mere bun.

Sun shining sharply over the head,
tik tok tik the time went ahead,
the day had just started but was over for him
to his mom he said i wanna sleep make the light dim




Fourth Day
Half n hour early he went,
to see the girl of his dreams,
though he was sleep deprived,
in the park,his energy was revived.

He was walking,jogging,waiting,
he was in a lot of desperation,
to meet his hearts elation,
oh god!what an unreal adoration.

For quite long he had waited,
through the trees he waded,
music in his mind serenaded,
but the girl was no where ,
and suddenly;she was here,
he saw her totally unaware.

The moment they exchanged looks,
She gave him a mysterious look,
There were different voices,
there were different noises,
nothing was going into his head,
except the b'ful face,
except the blushing cheeks,
except the astonishing smile,
she was to become his life.

Girl didn't had the same feelings,
he was looking at the shining earings,
after a second she walked ahead,
he wanted the moment to freeze,
she was like,in heaven,a cold breeze
he saw the moon in sun seized.


After both crossed each other,
they went on further,
he started singing,
yes!this is just THE BEGINING


Well the next chapter named The Mysterious Girl which will continue from the fourth day only is coming soon and if u liked this one please do comment and write two lines that u liked the most please....

Jaisi Yaadein Waisi Kavita

Bhari Bhari si aankhen thi meri,
suni suni si hansi thi teri.

har pal main khene ko itna kuch tha,
alfazoo ki kami ka siyapa sang tha.

har nazare ko mann main bithana tha,
har jagah ko do baar dekhna kam tha.

chahte the ye waqt yahi ruk jaye abhi,
pichtra hua samay bahut tha hasin.

Is jagah se judeh the rishtey kahin,
bhule nahin bhulte kisse the kahin.

Waise din najane kahan guzar gaye,
haste haste kahin saal guzar gaye.

sochte the juda na honge kabhi,
mile hain bichadkar us jagah hum sabhi.

aane wale kal ki parvaah kahan thi,
wause beete hue kal ki bhi parvah kahan thi.

jo chaar diwari lagte the jail kabhi,
aaj laga basta hai swarg yahin.

ji karta hai aaj fir wahi uniform phenu..
bag uthaun, doston ko phone ghumaon,
aur bina kuch soche samjhe,
apne skul ki taraf bhaag jaun.

main jaanta hun aisa waqt dubara nahi aayega,
parantu uss waqt ke baare main soch kar,
in aankhon main ansoon zaroor aayega.