Thursday, December 25, 2008
खवाब...
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
life has so wondeful colors..
life has so wondeful colors..
a warmth of sun in winter
the shade of clouds in summer
snow capped mountain shining
orange leaves autumn lining
setting vermillion at ocean's end
golden glow spark in desert sand
soft cool breeze through leaves green
rain dreched road, a waterfall queen...
-Tushar
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
...मज़ा क्या है
अपने ज़ख्म कुरेदने नोचने में मज़ा क्या है ?
दर्द अपने ही है, कुछ सूखे कुछ हरे भी
फिर भी देखो मुस्कान पालने में मज़ा क्या है ?
-तुषार
Friday, December 12, 2008
ज़िन्दगी ..धुप..छाव
ज़िन्दगी है अजब कुछ धुप-छाव
कभी खिलते रंग कभी धुलती शाम
पल पल बढते कदम कभी रुकते पाव
कभी सबके लिए कभी मेरे नाम
-कबीर
For a person who taught about life...
...the parting words ...
may be a thank you note ...
may be just words ...
may be the feelings ....
May be I wish tears had color
May be that shade can get here ....
But they say tears have no shade...
May be might be ... (narayan's favourite dialogue)
but good time never fade ....
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एक मलमल उन्मुक्त सी प्यारी हंसी
सिखा गई रिश्ते ज़िन्दगी-ऐ-गम और खुशी
मुश्किल नहीं दर्द को, मेरे मुन्ना , सहना
हो अगर साथ मुस्कराहट का गहना
कुछ न कहकर बस उनके लिए वो करना
एक रिश्ता बेनाम सा बन यूँ बुनना
नाम नहीं शक्ल नहीं अंदाज़ नहीं जिसका
वक्त के हर मोड़ पर बस रूप बदलता उसका
कभी दोस्त कभी भाई कभी दीप बस मनका
एक तासुवर एक तबुस्सुम बस बीते दिनों का
ज़िन्दगी के पन्नो पर छप जाते है कुछ ऐसे
कुछ आईने बस यादों की तस्वीर जैसे
खुशी गम के कई रंग भरे है ऐसे
धुन्धालायेगा वक्त अब इन्हे कैसे
एक मलमल उन्मुक्त सी प्यारी हंसी
सिखा गई रिश्ते ज़िन्दगी-ऐ-गम और खुशी **********************************************************************
-मुन्ना
Tuesday, December 09, 2008
Home grown Or Own grown
For 2 years I worked to be accepted,
Now I am asked to leave but not rejected,
No credit no love no reward, life is coiled
What I take from here is just plain void.
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I tried to live but failed,
No steps even the favorite music railed
No connection sparked, fun spoiled,
Seems the child, THE me is now forever jailed…
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Sitting outside the house waiting for keys,
I see my life as wait for dreams;
A want to be known, a wait for promotion;
A wish for appreciation, a wait for their passion;
A desire to spend, a wait to earn;
A look for the gone company, a wait for someone;
A hunger to smile, a wait for it to happen...
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-Tushar
(most people who know the reference will know what is this all about)
Thursday, December 04, 2008
“Aapke paas mere liye time nahin ab” ...
Par waqt yuhi gujarta jaata hai
Nainoo ki woh sunte nahin ab
Zubaan se hum kahte nahin ab
Milte subah sham roz hai hum
Call bhi kam ke liye karte hai
Agar kuch kahe to kehte hai ab
“Aapke paas mere liye time nahin ab”
-Tushar
होता ...
तुझे भुलाना इतना मुश्किल तो न होता
अगर साथ दिल और ज़माना कुछ ऐसे देता
ना तेरे नाम से मेरा ज़िक्र उभरता
ना मेरे ज़िक्र से यू तू पशेमान होता
-तुषार
shaqhshiyat...
Meri is shaqhshiyat se roboroo nahin duniya
To hai dil main ya nahin janti nahin duniya
Par hum bhi to is kal bad chuke hai shayad aage
Tere bina bhi ab apni lagne lagi hai duniya
-Tushar
yuhi
Ek zarra-e-gam jee liya yuhi
Laboo pe gam see liya yuhi
Kadam bade kabhi ruke yuhi
Zindagi buni udheri humne yuhi
-Tushar
what is death?
What is death, who can tell
What is life, a mystery unsaid
Why desire moksha,
When I can do good to all here
Self-content, but true unpaid.
-Tushar
Is it worth ?
Is it worth ?
I don’t know…
I just care,
love it
and its my life’s share
Is it worth ?
I don’t know…
I just believe,
smile,
it gives me relief
Is it worth ?
I don’t know…
For me it’s the spark,
with drop (tear); Into the light
far from the dark
If I don’t care,
I don’t believe,
No drop no spark
I know then,
It isn’t worth it !!
-Tushar
Why can’t I live a silent life ?...
Why can’t I live a silent life ?
Soothed by moonlight
Awakened by sun bright
A walk by the river side
A nap in farm so wide
A chat with calm green
A meet at solace shrine
The shade of setting sun
Holding hands with love and fun
A life, may be with unknown
Not with just colleagues
But with faces and brotherhood grown
With the sitting laziness
Just simple smile no haziness
Why can’t I live there again
Away from the city hustle-bustle
Into my dreams
At a place which was mine
Is just far but still it shine
Why can’t I live a silent life ?...
-Tushar
ek indradhanush hai zindagi...
kuch boondein hai kuch rooshni
ek ajnabi ehsaas hai, kuch ankahi aas hai
saat raangoon ka saath hai...
-Tushar
...me...???
I want to write but my mind not with me
My soul has left me long back, life no longer trust me
Why I lie awake in dark searching for me ?
Why I can’t be normal and still be me ?
-Tushar
dreams...
I was walking on the street,
lost like a dried yellow leaf;
suddenly the wind was blowing,
taking the leaf as free flowing;
telling me that I can also fly,
to reach for the dreams left shy;
the one that I now only keep,
for some dreams when I sleep.
-Tushar
Hey man! when you walk...
On mysterious life lane...
Keep your eyes open to see
colors and beauty of nature for free
Move with listening to musical sound
Ears open, natural ochestra around
Feel the fragrance of free flowing wind
Relax and chill as aroma just unwind
Move the lips for the smile and say some hi!
Make some new friends bid some goodbyes
Sit close to them when sad as sand
Get the warmth of the loving sweet hand
Hey man when you walk,
On mysterious life lane,
Just do this and talk,
Of love and life's pure gain.
-Tushar