baba.. aapko tahhe dil se sukariya

apne pitah ke kandhe mein baitha main,
jab unke kandhe par khada ho gaya,
maine kaha apne pitah se...
dekho baba, main tumse bada ho gaya.

baba ne tab kaha...
beta iss khubsurat galatfehmi mein bhale hi jakkade rahna,
lekin mera haath hamesa pakade rahna,

jis din yeh haath choot jaayega,
beta tera yeh hassin sapna tutt jaayega.

duniya vaastav mein itni haseen nahi hai,
dekh tere paau talle abhi zamin nahi hai,

main to baap hoon beta, bahut khush ho jaaunga,
jis din vaastav mein tu mujhse bada ho jaayega.

magar bete kahdhe par nahi,
jab tu zamin mein khada ho jaayega,
yeh baap tujhe apna sab kuch de jaayega,
aur tere kandhe par duniya se chala jaaunga.

pitah na ho to roti hain ziddhein,
khawaaishon ka dher hota hai,
pitah hai to hamesa bacchon ka dil sher hota hai.

iss matlab bhari duniya mein,
woh be-matlab ki kavitaon ka saar hai,
jinko apne sapnon ko chordkar,
bachhon ke sapnon se pyaar hai,

woh mere pitah mera pehla pyaar hai,
woh iss chhoti si duniya mein mere anant sansaar hai.

kandhon par jhullaaya, kandhon par ghumaaya,
uss pitah ki badolat hi, mera jeewan khubsurat ban paya hai.

kya kahun uss pitah ke baare mein,
jisne sochha nahi kabhi khud ke baare mein,
baba aapne mujhe zindagi bhar diya hai,
aapka tahhe dil se behad sukariya hai.

ek puraani album

 yaadon ki khidkiyon par baitha, beete kal ko jhakk raha tha,
aaj puraani almaari mein, zindagi talaash raha tha.

bhoole bishre geeton ko aaj nayi sargam milli,
dhool se sanni, kone mein padi, ek puraani album mili.

kaale safed liwaz mein lipti, guzare daur ki kahani thi,
shabd nahi the jisme koi, tasweeron ki jubaani thi.

meri muskurahat par the sab nishaar,
main khusiyon ka humsaya tha,
iss tasweer mein woh pal kaid hain,
jab main duniya mein aaya tha.

aankhon mein yaadein bhar aayi, dil tardpar rooya hai,
ek tasweer mein kisi ne budhi daadi ko sanjoya hai.

kahi holi ke rang kaid hain, kahi diwali ki raat hai,
kahi janamdin mana raha hoon main, jaise kal hi hi baat hai.

woh school ka pehla din ho, ya collage mein ki shaitaani,
tasweeron mein simat kar rah gaya, bachpan aur jawaani.

apni har baat kehne se pehle izzajat liya kerta tha,
yeh tasweer tab ki hai,  jab main office jaaya kerta tha.

ghumon se uljhe zindagi ki khuli tab takkdeer thi,
tumhein dekh kar pasand kiya tha, yehi to woh tasweer thi.

aage kuch tasweeron mein kaid, har ek pal hain sunahare,
tum paas mere baithi the, haathon mein the haath hamare.

kuch tasweeron mein aawaz kaid hai, dhol nagade, sehnaai ki,
woh pehla ghar humene liya, woh scooty pehli kamayi ki.

kuch tasweeron mein aanshu hain, jab behno ki bedaai ki,
chote bhaai ke sahare humare ghar mein bhi ek bahu aayi thi.

humsab ko chordkar baba, kyu ek din safed liwaz mein lipat gaye,
haar lagi sunahari frame mein, kyu tum jaa kar simat gaye.

tumhare bhaaiyon ne baba gaao ke ghar ko baat diya,
mere kamjoor haat na pahuch sake, photo itne upaar tang diya.

sabhi pariwaar waalon ne diya mujhe itna pyaar hai,
ab aankho mein dikhata mere tasweer ho jaane ka itnezaar hai,

raakh bankar rah jaauga, baha denge mujhe sangam mein,
tasweer bana dhool khaaunga, kisi purani album mein.

jisse hum papa kehte hain

har ghar mein hota hai woh insaan,
jisse hum papa kehte hain.

sabhi ki khushiyon ka dhyaan rakhte,
har kisi ki ichha puri kerte,
khud gareeb aur bachhon ko ameer banate,
jisse hum papa kehte hain.

badon ki sewa, bhai-behan se lagaao,
patni ko pyaar, bachhon ko dulaar,
kholte sabhi khawaishon ka dwaar,
jisse hum papa kehte hain.

beti ki shaadi, beton ko makaan,
bahuoon ki khushiyaan, damadon ka maan,
kuch aise hi safar mein gujaare woh har shaam,
jisse hum papa kehte hain.

I feel so lonely in the crowd

like the depth of the sea, 

deep in my heart there is a unreveal pain.
it is unexpressed and tears cannot be fallen for it.

in my past and my presend life,

everything is just fine,
but deep down in my heart 

there is a pain which is killing from inside.

then I thought I won't take things seriously in life,
but deep down in my heart 

here is a pain, which is hurting me.

but deep down in life, 

I feel so lonely in the crowd,
an for which a silent tear came out from eyes 

and I found no one beside me.

saaye ki tarah aap mere sath rahe

saaye ki tarah aap mere sath rahe,
mere hansne par hanse, mere roone par rooye the,
jab bhi darre huye honton se aawaz di maine,
aakar har uljhan par pehle se hi khade the aap.

ek saundhi khusbu thi aapki chuuan mein,
kitna bhi udaas rahta tha, 

aapki chuuan se dil jhum jhoom jata tha,
lav khil-khila uthtey the.

mere jeevan mein aap kya the.. kya hain,
yeh  lafzon mein bayan karna mumkin nahi,
aapko aag ke hawale kar aaj khud ko jala baitha,
lekin ab bhi jo saskh mujh mein jee raha hai,
woh koi aur nahi.. aap hi ho.

jab maine aapko kandha diya,
achanak ek dard uttha mere sinne mein,
ehsaas hua kya hota hai zimmedaari,

kappkapate huye haathon se jab main agni de raha tha,
kaise bataun ki meri geeli-dhundali aankhon ne,

kya-kya manzar dekha tha,

par haathon mein ek ajeeb si takkat mili thi uss chann,
laga.. muskuraate huye mere udaasi ke palon mein

mujhe aap sehla rahe ho,

ess ehsas ne phir meri aankhon mein

aanshuon ke sailaab laa diya,
main chikh-chikh kar roo raha tha

aapki chittah ke pas baith kar,

par hey pitah.. aapne phir chaturaai dikhaayi,
chitta ki aag ko thanda kar diya,
bas waha rakh hi raakh bachha tha.

maalum hai, madhya-raatri se pehle

aap mujhe ghar bhejna chahate the,

koi baat nahi, aap jaaha jaana chahate hain, jaaye.. lekin,
main aapko aawaz dunga har dishaon mein,
aapko aana hoga.. kam se kam mere khaawabon mein,

mere sapnon mein aakar 

aap mujhe ek baar beta keh kar pukaar lena,
mujhe gale se laga lena,

aapke bin kaise chalunga phirse ungli pakad kar,
thoda raasthe mein badha dena hey pitaji,

aap harpal mujhe itna ehsaas dilla dena,

main aapka beta hoon ~raj~ naam hai mera,
aakar mujhe mera naam, bata dena.

aise hain mere paa..

nariyal ko dekha hai na gaur se?
upar se sakkt, ander se kitna narm-mulayam,
ekdum malaayi sa, bilkul aise hain... mere paa.

maa ki tarah loori nahi sunaate,
meri aanshuon ko aachal nahi thamaate to kya?
anguli pakkad kar zindagi ke kathor dharatal par,
pehla kadam rakh chalna sikhate.. mere paa.

thokar khaa kar girne par

dard ko sehna sikhaate.. mere paa.

maa ki tarah parilok ki sair nahi karate,
duniya ki uchh-nichh bhi nahi samjhate to kya?
mere imhetaan mein mere sath raat bhar jaagte,
mere liye chaai banate.. mere paa.

mere behtar kal ke liye,
apna sunehara aaj kharch karte.. mere paa.

maa ki tarah gale nahi lagate,
meri yaad mein aanshu nahi bahate to kya?
chup-chaap mujhe niharate,
khaamosh nigaahon se sab kuch keh jaate.. mere paa.

mere jaane ke baad udaas akele 

mujhe mere kamare mein dhundate.. mere paa.

I would like to go back to the times we had before

what would I do if you leave
I would miss you, I believe.

that’s what I did do if you leave
emotions are kept under my sleeve.

so my prayers to you I did give
please stay a bit longer, I belive.

for I may see you again never
and you leaving isn’t for the better.

surely I did miss you sooner or later
everyday I miss you more and more.

it makes my heart feel so sore
thinking of the way things were,

I would like to go back
to the times we had before.

o maai - o maai...

ambar ki uchaai, dharti ki yeh gehraari,
tere hridaay mein samayi.. o maai - o maai.
tere mann amrit ka pyaala, yehi kaaba yehi shivaala,
teri mamta paawan-daayi, o maai - o maai.

hamesa tere sath hi rahoon, main bankar tera humjoli,
tere pas naa jaaun.. chip jaaun, yuh kehlun main aankh micholi,
pariyon ki kahani suna de, koi mithi loori gaa de,
kar de sapna sukhdaayi, o maai - o maai.

sansaar ke taane baane se ghabrata hai mann mera,
inn jhuthe rishton-naaton mein, bas pyaar hai tera hi saccha,
sab sukh-dukh mein dhal jaaye, teri baahein jo mil jaaye,
mil jaaye mujhe khudaayi, o maai - o maai.

phir koi shararat ho mujhse, naaraz karun phir tujhko,
phir gale pe thappi maar ke, shinne se laga le mujhko,
bachpan ki pyaas bujha de, apne haath se phir khila de,
pallu mein band mithai, o maai - o maai.

HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY...!!

you never know, your end may be near

it was early in the morning at four,
when death knocked upon a bedroom door.
“who is there?” the sleeping one cried,
“I’ am izrael, let me inside.”

at once, the man began to shiver,
as one sweating in deadly fever, he
shouted to his sleeping wife,
“don’t let him take away my life.”

“please go away, o angel of death!
leave me alone, I am not ready yet.
my family on me depend, give me a chance,
o please prepense!”

the angel knocked again and again,
“friend! I’ll take your life without a pain,
‘it is your soul god require,
I come not with my own desire.

bewildered, the man began to cry,
“o angel! I am so afraid to die
I’ll give you gold and be your slave,
don’t send me to the unlit grave.”

“let me in, o friend!” the angel said,
“open the door, get up from your bed.
if you do not allow me in,
I will walk through it, like a jinn.”

the man held a gun in his right hand,
ready to defy the angel’s stand,
“I’ll point my gun, towards your head.

you dare come in, I’ll shoot you dead.”
by now, the angel was in the room,
saying, “o friend! prepare for your doom.
foolish man, angels never die,
put down your gun and do not sigh.”

“why are you afraid! tell me o man,
to die according to god’s plan?
come, smile at me, do not be grim,
be happy to return to him.”

“o angel! I bow my head in shame,
I had no time to take god’s name.
from morn till dusk I made my wealth,
not even caring for my health.”

“god's commands I never obeyed
nor any time a day, I ever prayed.
a ramadan came and ramadan went but
no time had I to repent.”

“the tirath was already fard on me
but I would not part with my money.
all charities I did ignore taking usury more and more.”

“sometimes I sipped my favorite wine
with flirting women I sat to dine.
o angel! I appeal to you spare my life for a year or two.”

“the laws of geeta I will obey,
I’ll begin salat this very day.
my fast and tirath, I will complete,
and keep away from self conceit.”

“I will refrain from usury,
and give all my wealth to charity, wine
and wenches I will detest,
god’s oneness I will attest.”

“we angels do what god demands,
we cannot go against his commands.
death is ordained for everyone,
father, mother, daughter or son.”

“I’ am afraid, this moment is your last,
now be reminded, of your past.
I do understand your fears
but it is now too late for tears.”

“you lived in this world, two score and more,
never did you, your people adore.
your parents, you did not obey,
hungry beggars, you turned away.”

“your two ill-gotten, female offsprings,
in night-clubs, for livelihood they sing.
breaking promises all your life,
backbiting friends, and causing strife.”

“from hoarded goods, great profits
you made, and your poor workers,
you underpaid.
horses and cards were your leisure,
money-making was your pleasure.”

“you ate vitamins and grew more fat,
with the very sick, you never sat.
a pint of blood you never gave,
which could a little baby save.”

“o human, you have done enough wrong,
you bought good properties for a song.
when the farmers appealed to you,
you did not have mercy, ’tis true.”

“paradise for you? I cannot tell,
undoubtedly you will dwell in hell.
there’s no time for you to repent,
I’ll take your soul for which I am sent.”

the ending, however, is very sad.
eventually the man became mad.
with a cry, he jumped out of bed.
and suddenly, he fell down dead.

-------
you never know, your end may be near
change your living and make amends,
for heaven, on your deeds depends.

bebas hoker apne maa baap ko bimaar hota dekh raha hoon

chupke chupke mann hi mann mein,
khudko rotta dekh raha hoon,
bebas hoker apne maa-baap ko,

bimaaar hota dekh raha hoon.

rachha hai bachpan ki aankhon mein,

khilla-khilla sa maa baap ka rupp,

jaise jaade ke mausam mein ho,

naram-garam makhmal si dhoop.

dhire dhire sapnon ke iss rupp ko,

aankhon se ojhal hota dekh raha hoon,

iss covid ki maha-maari mein,

bebas ho kar unko bimaar hota dekh raha hoon.

kal tak tha jo sab sawra sa, ek chota sa apna bhi duniya,

chutt raha ho dhire dhire, maa baap ke saath ka saaya bhi,

chinn raha ho waqt jaise unke baaton bhara khazana bhi.

ghar ke malik ko aaj hospital ICU par 

bimaar tardpata dekh raha hoon,

bebas ho kar apne maa-baap ko bimaar hota dekh raha hoon.

chupke chupke mann hi mann mein,

khudko roota dekh raha hoon,

bebas ho kar apne maa-baap ko bimaar hota dekh raha hoon.