Poems and Stories

  As I looked at the photo frame That contained my past I couldn't really remember  When I had smiled my last. When I had been so carefree And happy without a cause Life had forwarded so much That I forgot to pause. The dusks with golden light The birds singing on trees The excitement of gully cricket The unbound joy sprees The gossip with the friends  The appeals for stumping Then the crazy runs on catch And the funny bumpings The expeditions to the neighbour's garden To steal the ripe fruits And then arrange small parties With our tiny loots Then suddenly from nowhere Came our moms' calls To enter the home as it was dark As the evening falls. The pleasant winds from 7PM And the power cuts A cherry on the cake  If raining also starts All of us used to run  To the balconies And with a torch point at Each other's eyes And we continued the mischief Unless we were caught And pulled back to the rooms And the hustle stopped. The morning of the next day Instilled newer thrill

  Power and fame are the greatest lust And so the fights are pretty vast From the smallest to the greatest soul Whether they squeak or howl, Are into the race since was the time To climb the apex And be the prime To get noticed and asked after To sleep in peace, and enjoy laughter To be secure, in the worst days And be known in their own ways To be called the king And be worth a thing They do all they can To get the dream But jealousy is the creepy evil That none noticed as it drove the shovel And slid into the very show To knockdown with the deepest blow. Fueled by it are some brains Who doesn't dare to face the game But they want the reward after the show For that, they can go any low But never they recognize the help that you do After your needs are gone They are ones who will turn their backs In adverse situations When you need them, they are nowhere To be seen in the ground You will feel you have done a sin To help out those filthy hounds And even after that if you won't s

  Our cultures are well known And praised all along, Like a lamp amongst the darkness Like a nightingale's song But like the shadows we find Just below the flame So we have some dark spots On our shining fame. Dogmatic, yet so proud we are Of the prejudices, we live with Have really never questioned or Tried to clean the old twigs The dark clouds of superstition Still rain on the jolly lands And wet the dreams and bonds Pulling down in quicksand Borders we do create With logic that doesn't suffice Yet we are so satisfied And feel we done something nice To divide men, on religions On beliefs and on castes Following things that do harm us From huge spendings to fasts Yet we are so happy to do That we don't ask a why? This is good, as we are told To follow until we die Well, I am not so wise as you But I have questions to make I hope that your learned self Can correct me if I make mistakes What makes you different  From me may I know? Proud of your complexion All is it so? Pro

  Palatne mein der nahi lagta hai inko Na lagta hai der yeh karne mein inkaar Ki zindegi ke mushkilo mein thhey jo saath unke Wahi aaj hogaye dekho sabse zyada bekaar Kuchh kharab labhso se  Yeh dete hai samjha Tumhari abb nahi zarurat Mein nahi tera Ranjha Keh dete hai saaf saaf Madat lena unki farz tha Galtiya toh bass meri hai Kiya jo meine arz tha Jasbaat tumhari toh katai befizul hai Zyada hogaya tha na, isliye thodi le liye Dil todna toh inka ahem maksat hai Lootke uss ashiq ko karna jo rukhsat hai Ansuo ki, dukh hone ki inko kya hi fark hai Lalach mein toh dube hai, bewafai harf hai Raato raat jagke jo mehnat tumne thhey kiya Wo toh thhey bass kuchh nahi, shukriya toh keh diye Itna tak toh fir bhi yeh kahani thodi thik tha Iss ke baad jo hua uska kare kya bayan Jisne haath pakde thhey aaj dekho yeh unhi ke Ban gaye hai dushman yeh besharam behaya Tol rahe hai unki awkad ko yeh husn se Kehti hai, ki rehem kiya tumse baat karke mein Kardiye hai wo burai har jaga har chauk pe Hath