ik pyari si muskaan meri zindagi hai

ik pyaari si muskaan meri zindagi hai,
jo meri maa ke chehre par saji hai,
is muskaan ko barkarar rakhna,
haan yahi meri zindagi hai.

kai dino se dekhi nai wo muskaan,
dil mein bas ek yahi armaan,
ghar lautoon aur dekhoon tujhe muskurati,
ankhoon se khusi k aansoo bahati,
mujhe pyaar se gale lagati,
mujh par apna pyaar lutati.

mera bas hai ek hi bhagwaan,
jisne mujhe diya jeevan vardaan,
karke nyochhawar apni jaan,
mujhe dilayi ye pahchaan.

tere liye kuch kar paoon,
teri in aankhon mein aansoo kabhi na laaoon,
banaye rakhoon tere chehre par wahi muskaan jo meri zindagi hai,
haan wahi jo meri maa ke chehre par sazi hai..



dedicated to most important person in my life.. my mom.. my life.. :) 

An evening on rooftop

Tired after work she came to her room and after taking shower went straight to the rooftop.There was she leaning over the over sized railing of the building. She rested her elbows on the railing holding her face over her palms. A cool gentle breeze was touching her face and messing up with her hair. Annoyed with this naughty playmate she tied her hair into a bun not very neatly.Moonlight was striking her face, with her hair coming over her face repeatedly making her look a little prettier she had been looking all day long.She was enjoying the wind and the fragrance of harshringar flowers blooming in garden in premises of the building.

Enmazed into the beauty and fragrance of the evening she closed her eyes. A tall manly figure came behind her silently without even a tiptoe . he placed his hands gently over her waist and then hugging her from back hold her tight. She smiled and leant back on him, lifting her face in a desperate longing to see him.. she captured his face in her eyes and smiled and again closed her eyes feeling him in utmost silence.He could see her her round face lit up by moonlight. Her prominent cheekbones were shining a little more than whole of her face. Her hair were coming over her face obstructing the view. He gently tried to put aside her hair off her face with his hand while she was still holding his other hand. Both were enjoying this lovely romantic evening to their fullest.

Suddenly the figure behind her loosened his hold and started stepping back. he was laughing on her.He kept stepping back and laughing out loud and gradually disappeared. For a while she was dumbstruck then she gained a gentle smile on her face realizing this was just a dream,an illusion her mind loves to play with her. She was smiling not just because it was an illusion but because she had a feeling so pure of love that no one could ever take away from her. She was smiling because although he didn't love her anymore she had lived her love to the fullest. She was smiling because no one could ever take away the sweet memories of her love not even he, himself........ 

कदमो के निशां तो...

कदमो के निशां तो कभी न कभी मिट ही जायेंगे,
रह जाएंगी तो बस, यादें, बातें, वो चाँद लम्हातें ...

जिन्हें कोई प्यारा अपने ज़ेहन में सजाये,
आँखों में अपनी बसाए रखेगा तेरी वो अदाएं..

वो अदाएं वो मासूमियत, जो किया करती थी तेरी सादगी को बयां,
वो हँसी वो आँखों की चमक, जो खिला दिया करती थी कई कलियाँ....

बीते कुछ ऐसे पल, कुछ और अब भी आयेंगे.....
क़दमों के निशां तो कभी न कभी मिट ही जायेंगे....
रह जायेंगी तो बस यादें..... 

दिल की कहानी

इस छोटे से दिल की बस यही कहानी है,
थोड़ी सी तन्हाई, थोड़ी सी रवानी है|
बसी है दीवानगी इसमें इस तरह,
जैसे सागर में लहरें और नदियों में पानी है | 

आजाद पंछी

लकीरों की ज़ंजीरों से आजाद
खुले आसमां की सैर  को आमदा है ये पंछी
धुंध के पार जो है उसकी मंजिल
उसकी तलाश में लहूलुहान तो है पर थका नहीं...

 

Why do i write..

when i saw the post regarding WB blogging competition and read the topics.. these words came out spontaneously in my mind which i am sharing hereby..


Writing is not my passion as such,
that's why i don't write too much.

but whenever i write,
i feel it's my right.
i write to solve, 
i write to evolve,
i write to express,
i write to destress,
i write to make a story,
i write for my own glory,
i write on my fall,
i write on my rise,
i write and i feel,
it makes me more wise.
and whenever i write 
i feel it's my right.
and if you don't write
it's my small advice,
just set your mind free
and write what pops up,
i bet you'll feel great
it doesn't take too much.. :) 
http://www.writerbabu.com/post/4163/why_do_i_write_/