aaina

ishq itna hai humain unse
ki harpal saamne wo aa jaate hain,
dil ko kitna hum rokein
chhen ke humse le jaate hain |

koi jaake unhe bhi bata de
pyar jo humara hai wo jata de,
intaha to ye hai muhabbat ki
aaine main bhi wo hi nazar aate hain |

Muhabbat

Aitbaar itna tha un par humain
Unki bewafayion ko bhool maanke talte rahe,
Hansne ka wada kiya tha kabhi unse
Dard dil main leke bas muskurate rahe |

Intahan muhabbat ki koi humse pooche
Pyar main unke har gam sahate rahe,
Ishq main sang marte to hazaar hain
Hum to tanhayion main bhi jeete rahe |

Munnar

"I met death and two weeks later I was in heaven". This statement seems perfect to me when I close my eyes and try to recollect the picture taken by my "eye" capture, the ideal camera. After resting for one weekend, we planned for Munnar. Not wasting much time in the epilogue, let's go directly to Munnar.

It is a small hill station in Kerala, about 160 kms from Coimbatore. There is a direct bus service from Bangalore to Munnar. It is now emerging to be a famous hill station as the present and well known hill station are aging. Hill stations also have the life span as humans do. They take birth, they are in there childhood when they are not known to many people. They are pure and clean at that time. Slowly and slowly the disease of urbanization starts effecting them which finally results into their death. The best time to visit is the time when these hill stations are just infected by this disease. Munnar is at this stage.

Their is no sense in trying to explain the scenic beauty, as I won't be able to do so. The only thing I want to state is that this place is miraculous. Every region in the sight is covered with green. We reached there at 11 in the morning of friday, hired a cottage (it was a great place and also large enough to accomodate 5 people). Then we hired a "jeep" to take us around the place for next three days. First day was not a great exprience, though it was nice but nothing special to mention. After going to many hill stations and getting to "spots" there I think that even I can make a "spot" with my name, say "Manpreet's Spot". I have never heard any echo at any of the "echo points". Anyways spotting some "spots" in Munnar is same as limiting god to "temples" or other religious places. Beauty is scattered in whole Munnar.

The next day we went to see the "spots" again. Here I was for the first time on an Elephant ride. While on my ride, I was thinking that Munnar would not have been this way, the local traditions are disappearing in the darkness of urbaization. They are hiding themselves from the changed world. "Convienience" has always been the enemy of "Originality". We distort the orginal thing according to our convinience and then we keep on doing this and finally, there is nothing original. This is a severe disease that effects all the "tourist spots". Believe me the future 'hill stations" would be "Rajmanchi"( near Mumbai), "Nandi Hills" (near Bangalore). They are currently in their infant state. After say 20 years no one will call Ooty a Hill Station. Urbanization is destroying that city. Convinience has won the battle against Originality.

Munnar is just a "teen ager" so it is a nice place to visit.

Palak ka baal

palak ka ek baal gira mere haath pe
us ka ishara tha ye kuch maagne ko
sochne laga kya maangu jo mil jaaye
sochne laga kya maangu jo chahiye


ek ek karke sab yaad aaya
bachpan se sabhi yaadein yaad aayi
main soch main hi pada raha
sab kuch hi tha wahi jo chahiye


achaak se ek hawa ka jhonka aaya
aur palak ka baal ud gaya
baal to chala gaya par
jaga gaya wo dukh jo dabe hue the ab tak.

Plan

When I was in 10th I had a perfect plan of what I will be doing in the next six years. May be that is the reason ki I don't know what I have to do even two years down the line

----- Amit Golani

aanso

socha tha unki bewafai pe
kabhi aankh nam na karenge
yaadon main na laayenge unhe
aashiyan pyar ka tod denge.

aaj unhe jo dekha us roj ke baad
dil ke kisi kone main ik aah uthi
sambhalne ki koshish to bahut ki
par kambhakhat aanso bhi bewafa nikale.

sheep

Sometimes it's good to think that you don't have control over anything. Just flow by the flowing river. Be a sheep so that the god directs you to your fate. So that you don't have to repent what has happened to you, as you didn't do anything. It was the way God thought was the best for you.

Rahul

It's about determination, mostly. During my preperation of Jee in kota my room-mate and one of my best buddies Rahul Gupta had a lot impact on me. Here is an inidence that I got remembered yesterday.

There was a guy in our batch named Punit, he used to talk a little. With his attitude he seemed a bit rude. Rahul made a number of efforts to be in talking terms with him. I often argued that this was not the way how friendships develop. He quoted "His effort is to be away from me, whereas mine is to be friends with him. It is not the case that I need to be friends with him. But, when I tried to talk to him for the fist time, he showed arrogancy. So this is a challenge for me to make friends with him."


reminis

quicksand

socha nahi tha

This is the song, i listen quite often these days and this also represents my feelings............ may the same time come back ..... socha nahii.n that taqdiir yahaa.n laa'egii
ma.nzil pe aate hii jaan chalii jaa'egii
yeh to sika.ndar ne bhii nahii.n tha socha
aane se pahale hii khushii chalii jaa'egii
hamne socha tha kya aur kya se kya hu'aa
jaa rahe hai.n aaj yeh zamaane ko bataake
yeh kya ho gaya re raama re yeh kya ho gaya re maula re...
tera qasuur tha ya mera qasuur tha
tera garuur tha ya mera garuur tha
rabba mai.n itna bura nahii.n hota
tu agar bevafaa nahii.n hota
itna bataa mujhe kya mila tujhe
gam kii kaa.nTe merii raaho.n me.n bichhaake
yeh kya ho gaya re raama re yeh kya ho gaya re maula re...

Watch

There was a boy, he had a watch. He loved it very much. One day the watch broke off. Some fault was of the boy's but the watch was also too delicate. Boy tried to repair it. He used to spent about whole of his day in repairing the watch. He wasn't able to sleep in the night thinking of the watch. His father brought him a new watch, but he liked the old one so much that, he wasn't able to drag the thought out of his mind. Every time he saw some one with a watch, he used to get reminded of his own watch, and then things used to get worse. He used to come back to his old watch and tried to repair it again each time he got remined of it.

Days passed and some days later, his friends were surprised to see him with a new watch. They asked with that how did he finally got off it. He said

"I did all that I could to repair it. I met the best technitian in the town, but the results were zero. Then I thought for some time and finally I threw the watch in the sea. Now, I don't have it with me, so I don't try to repair it. I don't get reminded of it when I see a watch with someone else. I could have thrown it earlier, but then I would have thought some time later, that I could have been able to repair it, if i had tried a bit more. So, I tried all that I could to repair it. Now, I was sure that I will not be able to do so. I didn't want to keep the ghost of watch with me. So, I threw it. I was happy, when it was with me for the last two years. Now, I just don't remind myself of those days. Now I have experience of two years of maintaining a watch. I know my mistake due to which it broke down. I will try not to do the same with the new watch".

"Hopes are not always good, sometimes it is better to even loose hope, hopes force you to try, tries maybe success may be failure. They were failure in most of my cases, rather all of my cases. So, i thought of throwing the watch. Now, nothing is in my hand. I know nothing good is going to happen by my tries, but if in any case, some diver may find that watch from sea and give it to me and if someone repair it for me, i will be happy with that, but i am not going to try for it. So, i have both peace of mind and hope. I have a belief that if it belongs to me it will come back"

Miracle

It was saturday evening. I and varun were roaming on M.G. Road, Bangalore, buying gifts for the family. The week was not an easy one. There was work load. We were frustated with the city. The great weather of the city seemed no more pleasing. The desire of going home was raising its head again and again.

We were thinking of going to a Pub, but from within we felt that we should not. I am not a drinker and he had left it. Both of us were circling around the pub idea, but no one was willing to make the first move by saying that " yes we will go". Varun said "just say a no once and we are not going to pub". But, the point is that he was not willing to say the same himself. We were not enjoying the time there. But, drinking is never a solution, rather it is another problem itself.

Finally, we both were in the pub, and soon something miraculous happened and the things changed. The frustation had gone, we were enjoying there. We kept on talking for a long while. Now, the weather of banglore was soothing us. The blowing wind was more pleasant then it used to be. There was something that done this miracle. Within a hour bangalore transformed from hell to heaven.

This is a feeling of high. It's life is too small. You are on a high untill you are in the control of it. Once you are back to the senses, you are in even worse condition. We knew that before going to pub. But, sometimes one should ignore the consequences and enjoy the present. We did so. Don,t worry about tomorrow , so that tomorrow you don't have to worry about the day after. We enjoyed the present.

The next morning was different, not from the night but from the last week. We were still on the high. The weather of bangalore was pleasing again. The blowing wind was having the same effect as the one blowing on the last night. That effect is still on me.

I don't want to say that drinking is a good habbit, as it is not. I don't want to say that go to the pub when you are frustated, because you should not. But, there is something miracalous in the whole incidence. I don't know whether it will happen sometimes again or not. But, there is something special in being out of your senses.

When you are out of the senses, the words come direct from heart to mouth, surpassing the filter at the brain. This is the miracle as per my understanding.

Last Year

My internship is almost over. Today I have the final presentation, rather the only presentation. This was a trailor of the life that I am going to live after one year, my last year at IIT.

I had heard that internship is the forecast of the work profile that we are gonna have. I have no problems with the work profile. It is fine. The thing that concerns me the most is the life profile here. I feel loneliness in the environment here. In college we have friends, here we have co-workers.

Many times during the span of internship I missed IIT. It should be kept into mind that I was here with some of my best buddies. I am feared of the time when I will be thrown alone in race of feelingless people. The company environment is supposed to be quite unformal, but it seems that the reign of unformality is restricted to the dress code.

This has given me a straight message, that I have a single year to live the life, a single year of my stay with friends, the last year of my stay at IIT.

Some years later, some other intern would be writting a similar blog, may other would be feeling the same and I will be one among the feelingless people.

Have u got a girlfriend????

If there were record of each question asked, this one would come out to be the most frequent question. Whenever two old friends meet the second or in some rare cases the third question is "aur koi ladki wadki patai ke nahi? ". "yaar tumhare wahan to bahut hain ?", "abe laga reh yaar aisa mauka fir nahi aata" ... almost every one is self proclaimed expert in this field. Almost every one knows everything about girls.

There are also some different ways of asking the same question "kyun bhai humare liye koi bhabhi doondi ke nahi ? .. yaar humare liye talash kar li ho to apne liye bhi bhabhi doond do yaar " ... ok sure you need not worry. I have a lots of girls around me. I will definitely select two out of them. Just call me tomorrow to know there names. Then there is a great question "kamal hai yaar manpreet bombay main to ladkiyon ki kami nahi hai ?"... ya there was an auction for the girl friends, but I got up late and missed it. Next time I will go and get one for you too.

Then after hearing the answer, they say "yaar tu bhi apne jaisa hi hai ", I haven't found a guy who is not "apne jaisa" from all who repeat the same question again and again. For some of the guys it has even become a habbit to ask this question. I have a friend who whenever comes online before saying "hello" asks "yaar koi bandi wandi patayi ke nahi" ... He knows the answer but he just wants to reassure himself that he is not alone.

Then there is one word often used for this asset named girlfriend..... "Babe". "yaar life main babe honi chahiye hi yaar", certainly one of the lines of conversation between two or more guys. At this moment of time the one who has even slightest of a relationship with a girl feels privileged. He smiles "dekho yaar bandi ho par dosti tak hi theek hai".... I am to reach the summit, but still satisfied with the attained heights. "saale tu to bolega hi teri to mast pat ti hai ladkiyon ke saath" ..... How could a person like him get a girlfriend, definitely he might have tried a lot. "yaar abhi to bas dost hi hai" ..... They had never asked about our relationship, but look how beautifully I have brought it up here and they didn't even realized ! "haan haan pata hai" .... What else do you expect. Go and have a look at your face. You and a girlfriend like her scooooooooope!!!!!. I know why again and again you are bringing up her name.

Then those boys see a girl passing by "Yaar ye mast hai" .... I wish she were with me ...oh i don't need to say these words slowly, there is nothing secret. "Yaar kash ye mere saath hoti" , Oh I was about to say the same. "jaane de yaar achchi ladki nahi hai ye" ... she ditched me when I proposed her. "haan bahut chakkar hai yaar iske" ..... when I said i have feelings for you, she said but I don't. "yaar sabhi bandiyan aisi hoti hain" .... I have realized that I will be single forever. I have realized that my status on orkut will directly go from 'single' to 'married'. "yaar girl friend sab fart hota hai be". Give Up.

The thin line

This was the day when I , rather we (I and chandak) realized the thin line between life and death. The plan for the day was to go to Mysore in a group of seven (which was of eight till 9 of the last night and that of nine prior to it). The size of group went on shrinking till it was completely collapsed. Getting into the reasons of this collapse would be an intresting thing to do, but is out of the scope of this blog :D .

The day before the concerned day was the one we really enjoyed, went to a lot of places Ramohalli (The Big Banyan Tree), Ramnagaram (The place were Sholey was shot) and Channapatnam. The next day we had the plans for Mysore. Suddenly, there was an intution in my mind and I just told Chandak that the next day there will be some problem and we might not be able to enjoy it atleast half of the intution came to be true.

The morning started with a small arguement between me and Chandak , ignore the details. Then the next blow of the day was the cancellation of the trip. However, Chandak and I decided to leave for the places that we were to cover in the route to Mysore. There we two places ... MekeDatu (None of the pronunciation that we heard for this name were same :) ) . Morever, there is big problem with Bangalore, that the knowledge base of the people is drastically low. They know nothing about the famous excursion places around Bangalore. The knowledgeable person have problems with their input output system (not only because of the language problem). But, they are eager to help and help as much as they can.

However, after spending time at the enquiry, consulting with 3-4 conductors and bus drivers and uncountable public we got the little idea of the route and got a bus for Kanakpura. The plan was to first go to MekeDatu (repeating the same spelling). The quality of buses in the region around is diverse. The buses here have a high range of quality with charges the same regardless of whether you take a Volvo or some local bus that is in the last days of its existence. When we took the bus to kanakpura, we thought it to be the bus of the second category , but later in the journey we had to recorrect ourselevs almost every time. The quality of buses went on decreasing exponentially.

Reaching kanakpura we strongly felt that there should be a rule that all the buses or any other public transport should have the source and destination of the vehical written in Hindi or English. Kanakpura was a great place. No one knew Hindi. There were some people who knew a little English. The worst thing is that even the person at the enquiry don't know any of the Hindi or English. Luckilly, we met a guy who knew a little english and he guided us to the bus to a place called Sangam, which is 5 kms from MakaDatu. The road to that place were such that it seemed that the road itself was an obstacle in the travelling. The bus quality was right on the graph. The conductor didnot know Hindi or English, so we conversed almost in signs.

We reached Sangam. I was expecting some big river with huge amount of water flowing, as there was supposed to be Cauvery river. We asked for Mekedatu, but to our surprise no one there knew about that. Then some guy told us to go in a bus. Not to mention about the quality of the bus. But when we reached Mekedatu we forget all the stress we had in reaching there. It was my first visit to any river ( I am from Rajasthan :) ) . Cauvery was flowing through the rocks making pleasant sounds of water. The people their told that this not the best time to come to this place. A person should go there in monsoons when the Cauvery is in full flow. However we liked the place and it is really a nice place to visit. We just roamed around there on the rocks nearby. After spending about an hour at that place we returned to Sangam.

Our next mission was to go to Shivasamudram, the waterfalls populary known as "Bluff" in the region. It was around 12 in the noon and the next bus to kanakpura was scheduled to come at 1. We thought of having lunch at Sangam, but there was only one dish ... fish. Then, we decided to go to kanakpura free of cost ... take a lift. Lift please..... to every bus , taxi , auto , car on the way. Try try and you will get. We got a lift.

We were moving towards Kanakpura in the car which was about 35 kms form this place. Everything was going fine untill the car had a crash with an auto. Luckilly, only the rear view mirror of the car was broken. We thanked god and then it seemed that god was too happy with this thanks that he demanded for it again and again :D. After spending say about half an hour at that place, we moved towards kanakpura and reached there at about two. We went to a restaurent to have lunch.

Just imagine that you are in a hotel where no one can understand what you say, neither you can understand them and there is no "menu". However, we had our lunch and went for the bus station. Same language problem at the bus station. Waiting for say 45 minuts we got a bus to Rokikatta, ( a place not to go for reaching Sivasamudram.....). However, we went to Rotikatta. Hired an auto from that place to Shivasamudram falls for the return journey. We reached the falls in about half an hour. Went down the hill to the falls.

There were staircases made to go down, as the staircases ended, there was small pool, where people were boating. From that place we went to the falls by taking some arbitray path. There were many people at the falls. Now, the natural calls started worrying us. We went to some palce from were we could see that pool and made it our restroom. We also had bath in the falls. However, water was deep near the best of those falls. I was sad that I didnot know swimming. We spent around 45 minutes under the falls. Then it was getting dark and auto driver had told us that it not advisable to stay there in the dark. We started to pack up after a small photography session. I and Chandak had a discussion whether this place is better than Water Kingdom or not. It was better afterall it was natural. You can't compete with natural things.

Suddenly all the people disappeared and we were left alone with just two more guys near by. We thought of asking them to wait for a while, but I was under the misconception that i knew the way back. I am generally good with the directions, but not this time. We were alone near the falls and we took a way that I assumed to be the correct one. After going through that way for about 15 minuts we realized that we are heading towards no where. The tension started building for the first time. We both were in panic. We were randomly taking arbit ways that were ending into dead ends.

There were two main hurdles, stress was increasing and the light was deacreasing. This is not fair. Atleast one of the things should be in our favour. It would have been great if we were searching for the way at about 4 in the morning. But, you don't have the option to customize your disasters. We didnot know that whether there were some wild animals in the forest or not, but it was a forest and forest in the night. Even a dog would be enough to frigthen us. We were lost completely and we could not get any help as there were no network coverage there. Water Kingdom was much more better than this place. At least all who go there come back.

I had gone to many tough trekking and they were risky enough (like the Rajmanchi trek near bombay in the rains). But, we were helpless here. I was cursing me for the whole scenario. If I had remembered the route or atleast were aware of that I didnot know it, we would have been safe out of the forest. Strange thoughts were coming into mind, most of them negative. God is the only you remember at such a point of time. There was one hope that the auto driver who was waiting for us above the falls may get some help.

We were rushing here and there in stress. I fell down many times same was the case with Chandak. We both were consoling each other however we both knew that we are in a big trouble. I was feeling to cry and same was the case with Chandak as he told me afterwards. One tear from eye at that moment of time would have costed us a lot. The negative feelings are induced at a much faster rate and that even at such a point of time.

Chandak is the person worst with directions. But, I had a feeling that he should be given the charge. May be "beginners luck" comes into action and also I had a faint idea about the route whereas Chandak could start from scratch based on intutions. May be it would help. But, it didn't. We walked for about 10-15 minutes and met with a dead end again. There was a hill in front of us. The stress was showing its effect and I told Chandak that we should climb the hill. I soon realised that this can't be done.

The feeling that we would have to spend the whole night here, was becoming more and more stronger with every second after that. Chandak suggested that we should go back to the falls, think for the way with cool head and then proceed. At this point of time chandak's mobile phone came to help. It had a torch. The light was not very much, but enough to make us see what was near our feet. We went to the falls listening to the noise of the falls. Good thing with ears is that they are not time dependent. After reaching the falls, we planned to go to the place where we had our "restroom", because from that place we could see the pool. We were not sure that whether we would be able to locate the pool in dark, but we had no other option and know it was completely dark so were not short time. We had the whole night.

While crossing the river, Chandak fell down and hurt his right leg on the knee. His mobile went into water and was no more in the working condition. Now, we had no light. His knee was hurt badly, but I came to know about it ony when we reached back on the top. I would really admire him for that. I don't know what anybody else would have done, but his courage and pain bearing capability deserves special mention.

We reached to the restroom and we saw something shining. That was the pool. Now, I remembered that when we came down by the staircases the first thing that we saw was the pool. So, if we move around the circumference of the pool, then we may get the staircases. Cool headed thinking helps a lot. Now, I thought that we should go by the circumference of the pool. The pool might not be deep at the borders. We went around the pool this way, there were some places where the water was upto our thighs. The sign was that there can be places with more depth, but we had no other choice. Finally, we saw an open place that resembled the place where the staircases ended. I saw a staircase kind to thing and proceeded that way, but soon was corrected by Chandak as he saw the staircases near by. We went on that and thanked god that we had made it. It were really on the thin line between the two worlds, atleast we were thinking so.

Auto driver was waiting for us and when we told him about the whole thing, he told that we were lucky enough that we were able to come back. He told that there is cheetah down in the forest. The driver was planning to come down to look for us. Then it was the whole dark and we proceeded towards the bus stop, called the End Post. After reaching the End Post the auto driver told that along with the danger of Cheetah, their was also an issue of local tribal village people who just come there and rob the people and kill them. The fear of tribals was also in the way back from the falls to the End Post, but he didn't tell us about this on the way. He was a nice guy and also warned us to be aware at that place. His name was Khalid Aslam. We had dinner there and waited for the bus.

The last bus to bangalore from that place left in front of us. Now, it was 9 in the night and we were 120 kms from bangalore with no no vehical to go back. Then we got a "Tempo" that left us to a place called "Madhur" 80 kms from bangalore. There we were walking on the footpath and Chandak was taking my support as he was not able to walk properly because of the injury on his knee. There was an opening in the foothpath and he fell into that hurting him again on the same knee. He shouted with pain.

Luckilly, we got a bus to bangalore and reached bagalore at around 12 in the night and were at our room at 12:30.

The trip ended, but left us a lot of memories. When I try to remind myself about the time we were in the forest I am frightened. But, in the end it matters how it ends. All is well know except Chandak's knee. I truly admire his efforts.

road

Walking on a road that splits into a multiple number of roads , we choose one of them and carry along with it , the story is same again ...... the number of paths goes on increasing .... the number of options goes on increasing ...... thinking for one road goes on increasing ..... the size of group goes on reducing as people are split at the paths ..... finally I am alone .

walking alone on a lonely road , the road that I chose to walk on ....... but the road is lonely , I am near my destination , I have reasons to celeberate but whom with ?..... I left all my loving ones back for being on the road of my wish. I have lots of experiences to share with , but whom to share with ? I have left my friends behind , they were not able to walk as fast as fast as me ... although they are together may be enjoying , but I am much ahead of them , they can't reach me.

I look at the road , sit there , think for a moment , see people running on it , rushing to somewhere leading to nowhere , going as rising sun coming back as setting one . The person who are going have enough of youth in them enough enthusiasm to enjoy success but no success .The one coming back has success but they had spoiled their youth in getting that success.

There are some on the road who don't go anywhere , they are just staying here the people passing by are laughing on them , some good hearted travellers of the road give them advices to run . But , they are happy in what they are doing , they are not bothering as who is passing them . They all are togehter and happy in being together.

I am not moving on the road , but I am not like them. They are happy on being here , I am not . I am here because I can't walk anymore I am tired but they are here because they wan't to be here .

Suddenly , he passed me , whom i had left long behind . He was with me once , we used to walk together before i started running . He wasn't willing to run . I thought that he might not be capable of running and so I left him behind . But, now he is again by my side.
(going on..............)

arth bekar hai

kavita likhne bitha main ,
Boli lekhni mujhse |
shabd lekar aa kathin se ,
bane kavita uttam teri |

maine kaha us se ,
shabd to aavaran hain |
hat jaayenge dheere dheere,
arth ka hi mol hai |

lekhni boli mujhe sun re kavi,
man padne main waqt lagta hai |
chehra pehle hi dikh jaata hai ,
isliye wo hi dil main bas jaata hai |

man main jo hai use rehne de,
kabhi fursat main suna dena |
abhi to bas chehra dikha,
man ka haal 'blog' main jata dena |

aur phir boli lekhni ,
samajh le is baat ko , karan kuch bhi ho |
aavran hi dekhe jaate hain ,
man padne ka waqt kisi ke pass nahi hai |

to man ki man main rehne de,
bahar ko mahan bana |
kyunki shabd ka mol hai pyare ,
arth bekar hai |

point of view

Mr . A was a person best in all the fields , He was a great Leader , a great Economist , a great Intellectual .
He had to go somewhere in ship and on the way the ship was caught in some storm and broke down and he was drowing in the sea . Now it was the time for his problem , he didn't know how to swim .
One of his known was also in the ship , luckilly he had got a life-boat . He offered the boat to Mr .A , but kept a condition that Mr. A had to bow his head before him . Mr . A is thinking .................

Considering some case in particular ...............
A = I (3 years back) = Mr. A Refused to bow his head and he drowned
A = I (few days back) = Mr.A was thinking over it and he was drowned before concluding something
A = I (now) = Mr. A has bowed his head and he is happily living and still he is the best in all his fields.
A = I(trying to be) = Mr. A has bowed his head and he saved his life and now is learning swimming.

are there some more possibilities?

kavi

sunta hoon teri baatein ,
aur tujhe hi sunata hoon ,
kavi hoon main ,
tere dard pe kavita banata hoon |

tu rota jaata hai ,
main likhta rehta hoon,
tere har gham pe,
ek naya chhand sunata hoon |

nahi dost tu hansana nahi ,
tere aansu hi hain roji meri,
tere rone se hi ,
mere ghar ka chulha jalta hai |

main koi bura nahi hoon,
mera irada bhi nek hi hai ,
tu mujhe apna maan ke sunata hai ,
main tujhe apna maan ke likh deta hoon |

tere aansu moti hain mere liye,
har ek ki keemat milti hai ,
tere dukh ke tail se hi to,
meri kavita ki gaadi chalti hai |

dosh mujhe tum par dena nahi,
ichcha nahi meri majboori hai yeh,
kavi hoon shrota chahta hoon,
aur unhe laane ko jaroori hai yeh |

jo wo sunna chahte hain ,
wahi to bas main kehta hoon ,
kavi hoon main ,
tere dard pe kavita banata hoon |

kiran

anjan raha hai,
ghana andhera hai ,
sunsan path hai ,
main thak gaya hoon|

rasta lamba hai ,
manzil door hai ,
khatra bahut hai ,
main dar gaya hoon|

ghana kohra hai ,
thand bahut hai ,
badal kaale hain ,
main ghir gaya hoon|

uphaas bahut hai ,
haar harpal hai ,
umeed kamzor hai ,
main dukhi ho gaya hoon|

achanak se ek kiran dikhi hai ,
dhoop kuch hai ,
thand bhag rahi hai ,
main jag raha hoon|

rah roshan ho rahi hai ,
andera door ho raha hai ,
roshni main sab apne dikhne lage hain ,
main sfoortimay ho raha hoon|

path pe log aa rahe hain,
badal hat gaye hain ,

manzil kareeb aa rahi hai ,
main aazad ho raha hoon|

raat ka khathra door ho gaya hai ,
jeet dikhne lagi hai ,
umeed bandh rahi hai ,
main khush ho raha hoon|

zindagi ko badal diya hai ,
ek kiran ne hi aaj ,
ek nanhi se kiran ne ,
andhere ko parast kar diya hai|

andhera ghana tha , shaktishali tha,
kiran chhoti thi akeli thi,
andhera bura tha ghamdi tha,
kiran bhali thi himmati thi|

jeet satya ki ho na ho ,
haar burai ki ho na ho ,
himmat ki kabhi haar nahi hoti ,
sachi umeed kabhi bekar nahi hoti|

pyar (punjabi)

1. supne bich sajan milya ,
gal vich paayiyan baahan |
dar de maare akh na kholan ,
kite pher na vichad jaavan |

pyar keeta main dillon ohunu ,
ehi sabnu samjhawan |
rab rakhin neend ch mainu ,
chahe sutta hi main mar jaawan |

2. koi humse pooche pyar kya hota hai ,
pooche dil ka intezaar kya hota hai |
aapke dil ki baaton ko ko to nahi jaanta ,
par humse pooche ek tarafa pyar kya hota hai |

kash aisa bhi hota

dekh ke bhool jaya karta ,
Har buri baaton ko |
Logon se mili choton ko ,
Kash aisa bhi hota |

zindagi ke har pal main ras leta,
Har pal apna alag sa hota |
Na pichchla kuch yaad aata,
Na aane wale ka chintan hota |

bas aaj hi aaj main jeeta ,
Har pal naye dost hote |
har din wo mil jaate ,
phir agle din wo door ho jaate |

na kuch vaade hote ,
na nibh paane ki umeedein hoti |
bas harpal ke saathi se ,
us pal ki hi baatein hoti |

umarbhar saath ki baatein bhi ,
tabh kahan tak reh jaati |
umar bhi to aakhir ,
behoshi se hosh tah ho jaati |

natak kiya tha jo us din peene ka ,
uske baad laga mujhe aisa hi |
kash aisa bhi hota ,
kash ki main nahse main hi hota |