safar...

kisi kone mein hota hai dard,

rukta nahi hai kyu?

hai zinda 'gar ishq wahi,

to dikhta nahi hai kyu?

kyu qayaamat ka intezaar karu main,

hai jahaan mein jeene ke liye bacha nahi jab kuchh,

hota hai dard tab bhi magar,

na jaane kab tak chalega yun... !!

-Utkarsh

khwaahishein...

Mohabbat mein nahi hai farq jeene aur marne ka,

usi ko dekh ke jeetey hain, jis kaafir pe dum nikle...

-Ghalib

realise... (2)

for when u begin, all surface appears to be deep... when the diving is done in the seas from the skies.

the fresh flowers tell you the stories that you listen with eyes closed but today you dare not open eyes as the fear asks you not to 'confront'.

today I walk up to the window and it talks to me on watching upon the agony of fate... today the window remains open n i remain closed...

the water tap makes a sound i don't like now... i wish to dive but there are no seas, life like a bucket that cannot hold the water now...

the daisies tell me they too hate roses, as roses get all the attention even after having thorns... one of the yellow one's sang to me 'every rose has its thorn...'

at first, 'how stupid' i thought and then after pressing the reverse button in my mind after moving a few steps forward... i realised it was true!

realise... (1)

As I woke up in the morning, I went up to the window to look at the Sun, which was effectively there as it was the day before, the months before as well as since I was born or was not even born... Sun was happy to be there for so long...

In the relex of my eye, I could see clouds moving and could imagine earth moving instead of the clouds... What was the truth? I wondered...

As child I was always possessed with my first perception of an event or a happening, but today I am not just a child, though I will remain a child all my life but for those who mourn at their childhood after killing it, the ghost of their childhood will haunt them soon...

What truth holds, even God cannot... as I think God is a pseudo-truth...

kisse kuchh puraane mil gaye, rone ke bahaane mil gaye

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ogt-WHAhtqs

'doobna'

I was introduced to this song by someone closer than my own heart...

At the duration 4:11 in this song... i heard the line it crucified a part of my existence which was already dead... n we all know how love is...

"ye jeevan mera... ye khushiaan sabhi...

tere naam ki... tere naam ki..."

n coming to the mood of writing...

mera dil bhi tu,

ye jaan bhi teri...

main hu jo nahiin,

to phir bhi kahiin...

raahein nayii

raste wahi

milenge kabhi..

aankhon ke tale

sapno mein kahiin

mil jao abhi

chhaon ke tale....

kar do, dafn kahiin

ke ye zindagi chale...

-Utkarsh Raja

main to nikla tha apne hi ghar ko

kyu teri galiyon ke safar yaad aaya...

ke jo aankh se na chhalka meri paani,

reh reh ke mujhe tera safar yaad aaya...

main nahiin phool koi jo mehkega...

main kaanta hu jo aankh mein bhi chubhtaa hu

hui hai aadat iss qadar jeene ki

ke ab aansuon ko rokne ke liye, aankhein band karne se bhi darta hu!

tum...

khwaab mujhe kyo chhod gaye

vo khwaab hi the ya tum the... ?

ke sher likhtaa bhi hu to tum ho

main na likhta to bhi tum hi hote...

when ?

ye lakht-e-jigar ki betaabi,

ek baar to keh do aaoge

main har taraf diye jalaunga,

ek baar to keh do aaoge

main kaa'be bhi aa jaaunga

mandir mein sar bhi jhukaaunga,

ek baar to keh do aaoge...

na sehraon ki aandhi mein

na samandar ki gehraai mein

vo kaunsa manzar hai jahaan tum ho

ek baar to keh do aaoge

'gar khuda ho to aate kyu nahiin saamne,

ye dasht(desert), ye haram (sacred place), ye maikhaane(bar/pubs)

tere hi to hain jahaan bhi hain

bolo miloge kahaan aakhir?

main wahaan basera banaaunga...

ek baar to keh do aaoge...

ye rahmat-e-aalam (the compassionate world) ke rehte bhi,

tumhein button (idols) mein hi dhoonda karte hain

tumhaare aane ka pata bhi qayamat ka din hai

vo qayaamat bhi kab aayegi

ek baar to keh do aaoge...

ek baar to keh do tum aaoge...

Raah-E-Junoon

After finding the twists of the life which I could not take control of, I ended up writing this piece of poetry... Apologies for I am still learning the forms of ghazals and poetry.

mutmain (satisfied) ho ke uthe the jis dariyaa se kabhi,

aaj samandar mein talaashta hu use...

vo taara ke dua maangi thi jis se kabhi,

kaise phir uss dua se rubaroo karoon use...

main to nikla tha ki milunga manzil-e-maqsood(final destination) se kabhi,

jaan ke safeena-e-gham (ship of sorrows) mera vo door hui mujhse...

-Utkarsh Raja

Yeh dhuan sa kahan se uthta hai ~ Translation

This the Ghazal by Mir Taqi Mir, I first heard it in the background musin in Pakeezah and liked it but it is more of a piece of my heart now than ever...

The translation of the poem is hereby:

dekh to dil ke jaan se uthta hai
yeh dhuan sa kahaan se uthta hai

(See if this rising smoke is coming out of my heart or,

is it from the soul I have?? )

gor kis dil jale ki hai yeh falak
shola eik subh-o-yahaan se uthta hai

(The sky above seems to be a tomb in the name of a grudged person,

as every morning i see a ball of fire rising up there... )

bethne kon de hai ke ji usko
jo tere aastaan se uthta hai

(Once I have been touched by you company

now no one will settle me as you did)

yun uth-he aaha us gali se hum

yun uth-he aaha us gali se hum
jaisay koi jahaan se uthta hai
yeh dhuan sa kahaan se uthta hai

(After I stopped meeting you,

and barred all communications...

I have no life in me either)

dekh to dil ke jaan se uthta hai
yeh dhuan sa kahaan se uthta hai

ishq eik meer bhari patthar hai
kab ye kuch naatwan se uthta hai

(Love is an extremely heavy stone "meer",

For the weak ones cant even lift it, let alone carry it...)

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Sharabi ilzam sharab ko deta hai
Aashiq ilzam shabab ko deta hai
Koi nahi karta qabul apni bhool
Kaanta bhi ilzaam gulaab ko deta hai

I found this 'sher' while reading about one of my favourite writer on contemporary thinking and hence thought of sharing it here... and it is none other thar Sahir Ludhianvi saab. This is from one of his non-film Ghazals...

BOOKed

raat jab zindagi ki kitab ke panne palte

to chaand aur bhi door dikhaai diya,

kuch panno pe dhool jami thi

kuchh kaagaz hue phool bhi the

kya likha tha ye to padh nahi paaya

bas sihaai thi dhundhli si kuchh

kuchh mude hue kone the jo awaaz karte rahe

kuchh pe sher likhe the aur kuchh pe ghazalein...

likhai jo tab thi meri waisi abb nahiin

ke waqt ke jhonkon ne use bhi mod diya hai

kucch par chai ke nishaan the

aur kuchh panne khaali bhi mile

kaafi waqt laga kuchh panno ko palatne mein

ke kuchh pe maazi ka wazan kuchh zyaada hi tha

na jaane kyu nahii padh paaya apni hi zindagi ki kitaab main

ke vo sihaai dhundhli thi ya aankhon mein paani aa gaya tha..

crack!

सर्द झोंकों से पूछो के वो कहाँ हैं?

के अब ये लू अच्छी नही लगती...

याद करता हूँ तुमको तो पूछ्ता हूँ,

वो पुराने मौसम कहाँ हैं?

के पतझड़ में ये सूखी हुई टहनियाँ पेड़ों पे

अब अच्छी नही लगती...

(sard jhonkon se poocho ke vo kahaan hain?

ke ab ye loo achhi nahi lagti...

yaad karta hoon tumko to poochhta hoon,

vo puraane mausam kahaan hain?

ke patjhad mein ye sookhi hui teheniyaan pedho pe

ab achhi nahi lagti... )

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ab bhi dilkash hai tera husn magar kya kije
Even now your beauty is tantalizing, but what can I do?
aur bhii dukh hain zamaane mein mohabbat ke sivaa
The times hold sorrows besides those of love
raahaten aur bhi vasl ki raahat ke sivaa
There is happiness other than the joy of union

mujh se pehli si mohabbat meray mehbub na maang
Don’t ask me for the love I once gave you, my love

- FAIZ AHMED FAIZ...

envelope!

कभी महेंगी है तो कभी सस्ती

ज़िंदगी के मायने मैं क्या जानूँ

कभी गुनगुनाती है तो कभी हस्ती...

ये जज़्बातों की बात मैं क्या जानूँ

ना पल में बस्ती है न चलती जाती है ये...

इस रंज-ओ-ग़म के एह्त्राम मैं क्या जानूँ

ना ये असली है ना बेनक़ाब होती है ये...

मैं मायूस हो कर भी तो क्या पावंगा?

सोचता हूँ मिली है ज़िंदगी तो जी लूँ इसे..

इसके आगे अभी कुछ है या नही...

मैं क्या जानूँ??

satire

2G scam ke masaale mein bani khichdi hai ye

ya common wealth ke ghotaale mein fassi kashti koi...

Madam ke ghar ka darwaaza hi lagta hai band hai

aaj swiss bank ki chaabhi ne uspe bhi taala lagaya hai...

hai naya daur aaya, phir bhi sarkaar to puraani hai

naya kuchh aur bhi aana hai ya bas yahi mere desh ki kahaani hai

crisis

hai ye vo dariyaa jo behta bhi hai aur gaata bhi...

kabhie malhaar to kabhie bhairavi

ye kya ravaayat hai jo khatm nahi hoti,

aur chalti bhi nahi...

main soz-e-gham-e-zindagi ki kya baat karu,

jo na chalti hai aur theherti bhi nahi...

NEW MEANING !

Not that life is fair to anyone but then... thats when poetry was invented!

Neither does it fly like a dream,

Nor would it rest on land or near a stream...

keeps hanging on the cross...

defenseless and sense less

it is not yet a martyr

and neither a hero with a smile on face...

this seraph of life

doesnt expand it wings to overcome it

neither does it drown in the seas

is it the light of a new dawn or,

just another memory it will be

in the collection of my writings...