Friday, August 26, 2005

I owe it all to you--

If I see a new dawn
If I turn a new leaf
I owe it all to you-
To you my dearest friend.
If I swim across the deepest sea
If I rift the thickest of woods
I owe it all to you-
To you my dearest friend.
If I rise and touch the stars
If I know where heaven's was
I owe it all to you-
To you my dearest friend.
If I can bring a smile on a stranger's face
If I can lend a helping hand
I owe it all to you-
To you my dearest friend.
If I can mend a broken cart
If I can tell evil's apart
I owe it all to you-
To you my dearest friend.
If I can shape my destiny
If I can face the master's key
It's because,once you were with me
Once you were with me
Thank You! for being with me
In all shades and span
Thank You! for showing me
Of what capable I'am.

Saturday, August 13, 2005

PALMSTREETS

If I'am left to ponder on-
What I hold and what's gone.
The best things, shall I recall first,
B'coz the worsts are too expensive to cry for.

Which street of life's journey, am I upon..
I think, as I open my palm,
With all the crisscrossings
I see a busy town, with men walking on...

First, I see, an old oak tree,
With a withered mark etched on..
The 'Ageometer', is what I read,
It measures how strong are your feet.

There, I find a thin-lean man,
Who hold's a kite and a basket in his hands,
The kite's strings are his frins of family
Relations are in the basket, kept perfectly.

On Oxford Street, is next I see
Another man, with grey hair and a glowing victory;
Walking slowly and covering the race,
With a bundle of books and a hat that fits his face.

Not far, I locate, a well dressed man,
Walking on the Marriage Farm,
The road is a mix of orange and green,
With lots of apples on all its trees.

Nearby, a man with a huge bag
Is on the road to Money's Town..
With all his forehead muscles tense
He holds a very busy frown.

Who's that man,singing, I see,
And whistling as he's passing on..
With a deck of cards, that's all in his hands,
He makes his way to Luck's Land.

Right next,I see a milestone
Which reads--"Not far from the World of Glee"
I guess that's the destination we all seek,
It's upto us, we reach or reced.

Is this the rainbow, we urge to see,
Is this the wealth, we want to achieve,
I ponder as I look on-
The crisscrossings of my own palm!

Friday, July 29, 2005

alfaazzz

alfaazzz

Alfaaz

Kalam liye haath me,
Souchu mein aaj phir ik baat...
Khoj hai kiski, nazar ko meri
Kyu uthe hai faryaad me ye haath?
Nazdeek paun kabhi duriyoon ko mai,
Kabhi kharde dikhe us paar,
Goonje kiska sangeet
Hai ye kiski aawaaz?
Jaana pechana lagta hai mujhe
Ye dastak ka andaaz.
Khol darwaza paun mein
Ik chupa hua raaz,
Nikloon jo ghar se bahar
Mile mujhe naye parwaaz.
Badli se laagae dhup chaoon ki
Jaise odh ki aaye ho
Badloon ka waas;
Phelaye baahein dehka maine
Pawan ka adbhut naach,
Itna josh ki hai nachayee
Patoon ko bhi apne saath.
Maati ki pyas ka hua khatam intezaar
Zoro se garje megh
Zor ki barsi barsaat.
Mile kalam ko hain naye alfaaz,
Kudrat ne hai dekhayi
Soch ko nayi raah,
Jiski thi meri nazar ko talash,
Wo khushi-jo dhund rahi thi aas...
Payi maine apne dil ke paas,
Mile mujhe naye ALFAAZ.

My song

With every passing cloud
That greats the low-lying earth,
With every tiny raindrop
That falls on the hungry ground,
I sing a song to myself.

In the plays of a child
I see a newly gained wisdom,
In the talk of an elderly man
I see a new plan,
i sing a song to myself.

When life seems frustating
When no plan seems to work out,
When the worsts come to worst
And everything seems so sad,
I sing a song to myself.

When Bad spreads like fire
Pushing the good out of its way,
When somebody is dying
And people just pass away,
I sing a song to myself.

Would you like to hear my song?
That song I sing to myself...
The song of love,joy and laughter
The song of pleasures that know no bounds
The song of embracing people
The song of reaching out.
That song is my song,
The song I sing to myself.