Khayaalon ki lohpathgamini!!!

Thakkti nahin hai, thamti nahin hai
Khayaalon ki lohpathgamini!!!

Bina baaton ke kai baatein bunti hai
Khayaalon ki lohpathgamini!!!

Kyun hamesha bura se bura sochti hai
Khayaalon ki lohpathgamini!!!

jeevan ke ghaaton se ghatak hai
Khayaalon ki lohpathgamini!!!

aaj ki khusiyon ko andekha karti hai
Khayaalon ki lohpathgamini!!!

Jindagani!!

Dhoomil, dhooshit, dhoondli yaadein aakhon mein reh jaani hai!
Hawaien kyun badalti hai itni jab saansein jaani pehchani hai!!

Haathon mein apno ke haathon ki chuan, ab aas bana kar sajani hai!
Kal ki chinta mein aaj ke palon ko kitni pareshaani hai!!

Aks apna har aaine mein badalta hai, chehre ko bhi ab hairani hai!
Tukdo mein, bant kar jee paana hi kya safal jindagani ki nishani hai?

Ghar

Bahut khush hoon per aankhon mein aanson hai...
Ek lambi udaan bharni hai apne ghosle ki taraf ....
Vo ghosla jo kabhi fadfada kar choda tha....

Ajab hai mera ghosla ....
Har tinka naya aur chamakdaar nahin hai ...
Kuch saboot bhi nahin ...
Per ma-papa ki zid per sab taane-baane mein shamil hai....

Vo zid jisne humein banaya, udna sikhaya ...
Ek astitva diya...
Ek samajhdari se bhara sar diya aur usko buland rakhne ka hausla.....

Hausla.... Jo ab toot sa raha hai...
Kai baar ro chuki hoon subah se ...
Aur abhi bhi aanson thamte nahin... 

Dam ghut raha hai us purane band pade, behen aur mere kamre mein saans lene ko
Aankhein baras rahi hai bina webcam per dhundlayi papa ki tasveer dekhne ko...
Vo ehsaan jab tv room mein ma purani kursi ka hattha pakad se dheere se meri saath walli kursi per baithegi...

Wahan ja ke sab badal jayega....
Samajhdari ki baatein karongi....
Khaasi ho gayi hai.... Jab khasongi wahan to papa pareshaan honge, gussa bhi karenge ...
Mummy jhunjhlayegi ki itne din baad aa ke bhi bas Tv dekhti hai...
papa saath denge yeh keh ke, ki bachche ko wahan indian channel kahan milte hain...

Main mann hi mann ginongi wapas aane ke din aur tadpongi yeh soch soch ke ki main kyun udi....
Aur kaise mera aasman is ghosle ke aage kuch bhi nahin hai....

The Confessions of a Non-Perfectionist

Life is sweet and life is fun
Life is fast and always on run

There is little time to stare at one thing
I must just browse and not let cling

I do enough to get it done
When a walk is enough, why make it run?

But doing it breezy, leaves some stone unturned
Some ground uncovered and details unheard

Sadly ,, it is done, but never over
I takeoff often, but never hover

I fix a patch here and there
And then one more hole comes up and glare

The sparkle is missed by the time I get it right
At the end it’s my hind-sight, that I fight