Kharishaan

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A spoof of the popular song “Naina Lagiyaan baarishaan”, this poem is dedicated to Mr. Pocket Singh aka Khujli Kumar, a boss’s character who’s outrageously irritating and essentially holds an attitude that hardly befits his qualities, and yes the height too!! … If you too are a victim of a similar idiocy, this is just the poem for you!

Statuory Warning: The wordings are contagious! You may feel an urge to scratch different body parts after reading this.

Pinde pagaiyan kharishaan
Te thuk thuk ke kapde vi phij gaye
Pinde pagiyan Kharishaan
Kutte katde de bhonkde ne sanu vekhke
Pinde pagaiyan kharishaan
Kudiyan navi mere office cha a gayi
Roz nayi ek khujli se
hone lagi hai dosti
Soya rehte hun main office mein,
Karne ko hai kuch bhi nahi
Har pal har lamha,
Main kaise sehta hun
Bina khujaye ek pal bhi
main kaise rehta hun
Mujhe Khuja de-aa—2
Aur phir har jagha ko suja-li-yaa
Sujaa-liyaa
Mujhe Khuja de-aa—2
Kala akshar bhains barabar,
Phir bhi karta hun apni badhai
Clients mujhse puchte hain,
Kuch lete tum kyun ho nahi bhai
Ek ganda sa ye thobra hai,
Us pe gande se main chehre banaun,
Khujaane se bhi main baaj na aoon…
Paida hona tha woh ho gaya
Jo tune thha likha
Mujhe Khuja de-aa—2
2 words English ke sikha tha,
usma bhi ”can i TOOK” sa judaa thha,
Took sa main hone laga,
Chavanni sa khone laga
Jaise kuch mera
Tu hi mera liye abb kr dua,
Tu hi is khujli se kar de juda,
Dikhne mein kathha main saada
Main yeh khud se kehta hoon,
Mujhe Khuja de-aa—
Aur phir har jagha ko suja-di-yaa
Sujaa-diyaa

Awaaz

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Gehrayian naapo aasman ki

Ungliyon se tum

Ke khelo baadlon se

Aur gudgudao baarishon ko tum

 

Ankhon ki karvat se

Lage hosh jab fisalne

Socho ki sapna hai

Usi me aye ho tehalne

 

Is besharm chand ne

Odhi hai jo chadar adhuri

Use rang do behisaabi

Karlo ye khwahish bhi puri

 

Kinaare tatolo is gagan ke

Jod ke ek kashti si bana do

Hawaon ke parde kheech ke

Lehron ke saath ghuma do

 

Samay ki saans kam kar lo

Manzilen azaad kar do

Lahoo mein gunjte saaj ko

Aaj aawaz kar do

Gaana…

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First try at song lyrics…. kripya bhawnaon pe dhyan dijiye :P

Enjoy!!

Gunjti lehar mein

ye jo saans ki kashish hai

Reshmi subah ki

ye jo narm si tapish hai

Duriyon ka parda

meri nabz ab bhi kam hai

Hosh hai ye rukhsat

hai ye pyaar ya bharam hai

moum sa pighalta

kahin ret sa fisalta

imaan beimaan mera

chor se kya kam hai

Sun baarishen hain neeli

mera dil bhi besharam hai

pyaas barse zyada

ye paani ab bhi kam hai

Tu paas mere ayi,

kabhi duriyaan badhain

O yaar tera pyaar

kisi katl se kya kam hai!

A Second Life

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In deep thoughts, my eyes are closed
Mind numb to the people around

The wall hugs my back,
A blanket of heaviness on my heart

What will it be, how will things happen
The circumvent whirl of questions

I put out all prayers
Take note of all Gods I know

I remember Shiva and the Gharib Nawaaz
I recite Gurbani and murmur Jesus Christ

I sense a strange smell,
I hear a cry

The door is pulled back
A veil of apprehension makes way

Her eyes are blank,
I try to read emotions

She takes a profound breath,
her lips pour those everlasting words

“It’s a Baby Girl”

It’s my second life

There is a renaissance of bliss
Of a feeling that had never been

An angel rests in my arms
a tear rolls down my cheek

Two little hands to hold,
A pure smile to devour

The eyes of her mother,
The lips of her father

I thank all my Gods
I embrace my second life…

Shiva – The Immortal Bliss

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Last year I went to Triambakeshwara, one of the twelve Jyotirlingas in India, and needless to mention here that it was truly enlivening! It is said that” there is no sacred place like Triambakeshwara, no river like Godavari, and no mountain like Brahmagiri”. I have literally experienced the godliness in the holy shrine. The pious air and chanting of mantras had a strange demystifying calmness!

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Om Namah Shivaya

Being a Kaash-Meri

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I wish i were home,

i were happy,

I wish the mountains were visible

And the beauty not forbidden

I wish my morning tea

Was amongst the valleys, aroma dispersed

I wish that Jhelum’s water

Cleansed me every morning

Kaash-meri

Kaash-meri

I wish my breakfast was amongst the pine trees

The shades of whose remained unaltered

I wish that the smells of gunpowder

and the discrete dread was gone

I wish my life was not just “a wish”

I wish I was not a “Kaash-meri”

Surrender

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In thoughts of vacuum
A whisper brushes me
I open my eyes
I wake up from a dream

A chill shrugs in from the window
My nerves are breezed
The sunlight is somewhere there
Maybe beneath the clouds
Too lazy to get off the white blanket

The fog makes my vision clear
I see myself in the window
My eyes are not the same
They are miffed with me

Surrender

Surrender

My hair grayed out
With dyes of time
My face wrinkled
With moist hardships

I think of myself
The cup of tea distracts me
A call from the office,
I wear my wagon

List of new tasks
A gift for my son
Blanket for my father
Expectations for my wife

Identity abandons me
I walk out to the world
My hands all empty
I surrender myself…