Khwaish

Anjani ye khwab ki duniya,
le jaati hai sapno ki raho mein,
Adrishya hai jo vastavikta mein ,
ojhal sa na vo lagta hai
Main khwab sanjoti rehti hu,
vo dor thaamti rehti hu.

Kab honge poore sapne mere?
Kab hogi barish Armano ki?
Kab khulenge seep ye moti ke?
Kab hogi aashaon ki poornta?
Is dor ko na koi kheeche meri,
ye dor hai mere sapno ki.

Ab sabra nahi is chahat ka,har poonji mere jeevan ki,
nirbhar hai ab ek aasha par .
Jyoti ye mere aankho ki
bas kwhaab dekhti rehti hai.
Bal hai kitna is umeed mein
Hai dor meri kuch seedhi si.

Ab jaana hai door bahut
Thamne us chhor ko,
Jo ab tak hai bas dhundhli si
Kuch dor se meri khichti si

Sooraj ki dikhti kirno mein
Taaron ki chamak se vidyut si
Hai chandara ki sheet ka kope usmein
Aur nadi ki dhaar si behti si
Ye dor hai mere armaano ki
Khwabon ko such ye kartu si.

Teach India

Lucky do I feel , when I see a seven year old kid, slogging day and night to sweep the streets, to earn a one day meal,for I was born with a shinning luck, to have enjoyed my childhood days, in luxury. Shackles of poverty did not take away, the most cherishable moments of my life. It did not forbid me from dreaming to fly, create a world of my dreams, to live in my world of dreams.
Education was the magic wand given to me , to earn my lavish living. It makes me thank my stars to have provided me with the MAGIC Of EDUCATION,when I see the little girl on the street,with those bright eyes, looking at the sky and wondering, if life can ever be as charming as that of the kids in polished shoes and white uniforms, rushing to school, with a bunch of coloured books? "I wish I could go to school", is her cherished dream .

The song below is an innocent wish of this little girl, it's a request to each of us, for, she cannot afford to go to a school. Do contribute your 2 hrs/week for the teach India Initiative.
http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/India/What_is_Teach_India/articleshow/3204521.cms

Teach me Please!

I wish to fly like a bird in the sky.
Let not my bondage, to my birth become, the destiny of my life.
The sun seems bright, and the stars at my sight, they give me a hope to fly in the sky.

I wish to learn, I wish to know,
they say it’s learning, it’s knowledge and thoughts,
they give you feathers to fly in the sky, and think of a life with an angel by your side.

I don’t know what, it is to read.
I don’t know what, it is to write.
They say it earns you bread to eat
and feed you for months and months on feast.
Teach me to read & teach me to write, for I have a reason to learn them all right.

It is a lovely place, to sing, play and dance.
They say it’s a school, which makes things all right.
For they teach you to read, think & write,
They make you get the money to buy,
a dozen of candy and cakes every night.

I won’t ask for a Barbie doll,
I won’t ask for a sugar candy
Just teach me, how to play with words, it’s numbers, which I want to toss.
Mummy can’t buy me those feathers to fly.
Daddy can’t take me high to the sky.
For everything comes for a cost so high.
They say I need to pay, to fly so high.
The words are costly, so are the numbers,
So take all my sugar candies, the little doll and my new frock.

Give me words and numbers to think.
I want to learn, I want to know.
Something more than the garbage bins, the dirty lanes and the dirty broom.

A random thought again

At times everything seems to be a sham, your faith in God, your faith in goodness, your faith in religion of humanity. You are bound to think, what are you living for, you wonder and are confused about your own existence, is it what is life??? Innumerable questions puzzle your mind, and finally there are blank spaces filling your mind, taking it toward an empty crumbling. You feel lost and lonely in a crowd; you think, think and think! And find everything seems to have died, the passion within you, the hopes, the dreams, the beauty of existence, but still you live, just for the sake of living.

And then shines the lady luck to show you the magic of life. You get up with full force, re-ignite the fire within you and this time this is going to destroy every set back laid on your way to the world of your dreams, you strike back with a greater vigor, to win back your beautiful life.


Coming back to life !

The world is alive, I can still breathe, but am a person who is all dead.
Things and people, the body and soul, have now come to an end.
Years before I wondered, what death like is, I can smell it now.
It quietly surrounds you and is silent and slow.


You can feel it, you can taste it, but you can never discard it.
Day and night like a shadow, it hovers over you, without a sight.

It's a magical word, which has a magical effect on you,
You stay alive and you wonder why you do?

A dead man's life I have seen, it’s like a leech, so slow, so penetrating
Sucks out the beauty, sucks out the thrill, sucks out everything, this wonderful life has given you.


A mere physical presence is not life as it means.
I am there, but lost and tired, a moving coffin is what i have been.
Ask me what a dead man's life means.

Hopes are lost and dreams are shattered, you repent your existence
That is when you get to know, the dead man's life’s persistence.

Move back in time; look at the time ahead,
What you find, is a cloud so dark and the time with a dead end.

I walk the lonely roads, waiting to live again.
Because I have found death, time and again.

But I will rise one day from this deadly existence,
The sparkling of hope still has its pertinence.
The dazzling light of the sun gives me a remembrance
Of a beautiful ray of hope after the darkest of nights existence.

My dreams have a place outside the locked box,
They need to fly in the vastness of the Galaxy

My life has a turn towards the greener road, away from the barren land.
I need to take turn towards the green grass, huge trees and lovely flowers and sand.

I can see the bright little butterflies; I can smell the fresh beautiful flowers
I can taste the sweet ripe fruits; I can feel the beauty of creation.

And I have realized there is a more beautiful life after the deadly existence.