On that day

Drop of rain ask to fall around
Petrichor following you
While flowers look jealous
For you only you
the sun is shining hard
You running over the dark dead leaves
Sometime wind fingered your hair,
May be a whispering of second can be done
But you are swaying fast
And still i am following you

Ye mann samandar

samandar panni ka ghera bada
koi badl hi uski bunde zameen par le ata he
ye mann samandar
kabhi koi sath bethe to halka ho jata he

kese kahu, kya kahu
na wo puri saf zuban boll pata he
wo ghera samandar
kuch hi ehsas juba tak la pata he

tum jab betho mere sath
mere alfazo ko nhi
jazbato ko samjna
ye ghera samndar
har koi iske upar terr chala jata he

yuh kal ki bhank to thi hame
Ek kora panna hath aya tha
sajana tha usse
Meri hi tarah kai or ne
phle bhi jise sajaya tha
ek si khani hokar bhi
har naye rang se sajta rha
wesa hi ek panna aya tha

sometime we all are on a same story or a end that is played by someone in past .We know what will come next but still, when we play,has it's own touch.

Two pair of Shoes

Do alag- alag jodi joote mile

Rang or dhang se alag

phnne ko joote mile

Ek ki ranginyaat thi badi

par chubhti uski banawat esi
na dhur usse chal pata
na hi theek se use pehen pata

doosra joda tha yuh to fika

par uski banawat thi sunkun wali

jese mere pero ke liye ho bani

Waqt ne dono ko pehnne ka moka diya

Par har waqt bs ek jode ne hi saat diya

na feete na taala badla

ghis gaye par unko na badla

me fir unhe pahen,bhaar nikla

Be you own kind of beautiful

Chanda ko pag lage Suraj ko pag lage

chanda ko pag lage, phir bhi na mile

suraj ko pag lage, phir bhi na mile

ghume he gol dharti

sang phir bhi na dikhe

koi sang tare he

to koi apne me magan,

khubsurat jaag ko lage he

nabh ke ye do nayan

dhur dhalte ek dusre ko dekhe he

yugo se safar ye karte he,

gawah ye pakshi jalashy sare he

phir bhi sath ek na mile.

chanda ko pag lage phir bhi na mile

suraj ko pag lage phir bhi na mile

Nanha Beej

bebaak ek beej chala tha
hajar ko tod fir shajar bana tha
kudrat ka he karishma
pani se sicha jo
usne fir hatho ko khola tha
chabutra bhi bana or ghar bhi bana
apni hariyali ka jalwa dekhake
megha rani ka mitr bhi bana
faalo ko daali pe latkake
ziwan ka ras he inme ghola

baada paroupkari wo
apne katne par bhi aah! na bola
chulo me jal kar bhuk he mitai
odi rakh usne jo
dharti se milkar uski gunwakta badai

dharti ki goud me paala bada
kudrat ki wo santan
matlabi fitrat ne
chalai esi andhi kulhadi
nasht hua uska ziwan
banzar hui dharti
bebaak ek bich wo
mitti ko ja mila