"Forgive, O Lord, my little jokes on Thee, And I’ll forgive Thy great big one on me."
Raavan
RAM Kai log meri ibadat bas islea karte hian Kyonke main uski ibadat karta hoon jo kabhi mujhe kuch de na sakega Kai log mujhse islea muhobbat karte hain Kyonke mian usse muhobbat karta hoon jise kabhi paa na sakoonga Kai log mujhe islea mante hain kyonke main use manta hoon jise koi man na sakega kai log mujhse bas islea darte hain kyonke main usse nahin darta jo hamari takdeerein likhta hai Kai log islea mujse hairan rehte hain kyon ke mian us yudh mian badi shan se khada hoon Jise kabhi jeet na sakoonga kai log mujhe bade gaur se dekhte hain kyonke main apna ant bezijhak khud apne haath se likha hoon Kai log mujhe bade shauk se padhenge kyonke main tere die hue nam main basa hoonga Meri hansi tu kya jane Ram…main karoon bhi to kya mere samne mera ant lie khud mera bhagwan khada hai
Magician
ill steal you away from yourself and you would never know ill plunder your heart in the darkness while you lie unnoticed ill take you to places,amaze you ,drop you only to pull you back every moment with me will be a rollercaoster ride and you just hold tight you recline in your seat and let me begin for i need not your consent to enter your mind ill distract you first then pull off a trick youd be left amazed. ill speak to your very soul in that unstinting gaze what option you have but to fall in for my magic . ill be like but gravity , present everywhere stealthily pulling you every moment to believe that my magic is true; ill be successful i know cause the truth is you want to believe that the magic is real you want to be amazed as much as i want to amaze you the truth is you have come here to forget the real and i had already won then when you took me as a choice to see my magic its already there in your mind im just reflecting it.... you want a magician im just potraying it. ill make you believe that to applaud was always your choice the truth is you wouldnt want to believe there is no magic having travelled miles for it. i had already won then when you entered my hall...believing im a magician the only magic here is your belief and my part of truth is “it is only then i become a magician.”POEMS
Read it again and read it slow
Immerse yourself in it and you shall know
Poems are just like a game or the dance
All meaningless
Like a chase after a ball or anyother game in the hall
Or tweaking of arms and legs on a song
Till you sprinkle a bit of emotion in it,
it is then it takes form,
taking you towards the edge and beyond
in this small fractal I can tell you way more
just once observe the shapes of the cloud in the galore
it is all meaningless, until you define it
its all abstract until you refine it
the meaning you cull out of it is right and its yours
just sprinkle a bit of emotion in it, and then it will take its course
till the end you would have reached a destination,where it doesn’t matter
All you know ,just knowing yourself better
It is now when you get the clue,
It not about the poem, the game or the dance,its all about you
You are your own misery ,you are your own victory…………
You are yours own “completely”
Youn to duniya ke niyamon to todne ka dawa karta hoon
Insan nahin mian farishton se sauda karta hoon
mujhse mat poocho meri hadein kya hain
Main apni zindagi ka khud malik hone ka auda rakhta hoon
Rahi
mujhe nahin pata yeh zindagi kya hai
main to bas rehta hoon yahan
mujhe nahin pata teri bandagi kyon hai main to bas aankein band kiya behta hoon yahan
Is waqt ke dher main der saver main
hota ho wahi hai jo sabse sahi hai
har ek kavita ko milta he uska kavi hai
kyonki rah ko utni he talash uska rahi hai
zindagi jahan tak le jae dil lagate halo
zinka bhi saath mile unse he nibhate chalo
bass you he kuch gungunate chalo
aafton ke daunr se ek zamana juzerega
kyonki zindagi ke rah par ek deewana niklega
Stories:
What does the rock tell you and the leaves whisper;
Songs the wind sings and stories old seas murmer,
The same stories of power and pride; Of duality between love and hate
The winnings to extol and the losses to deride The meaning of life and the search of your soulmate
The earth seems entering crisis every moment, you failing at every phase
Every victory of yours fades in illusionary past, and all moments reset at the beginning of race
In the end the wonder unfolds
You play with variables you have got and the rest takes control
As if the intelligence of earth writes the story of your name
its the stage that becomes bigger but the fight just the same
Be it
“The shoddy rain and the gloomy dust
Forever it hangs ,forfeiting of its lust
Burning desires and quenching of your thirst
In the end you just keep walking for you must,
Expressions agloom ,lonliness looms
Thwarting distances ,inviogerated instances
But your life does not hang on the whims of your fate,
The story is simple, get up be not grappling in dust
