Arre o buzdil shikari..

Fir se jal gaye hain angaare..

Aaj faila hai fir woh dhuaa..

Uthi hain aag ki lapte jahan..

Aur hazaaron dilon mein ek jasba..

 kya kar sakta hai tu buzdil.. 

Maasoomo ko tune raakh kara..

Ek din tera bhi aayega, dekhlena..

Koi nahi aaye tere janaaze pe..

Yeh kehta hai dil mera..

Bhaag ja kapti neta

Bhookh hadtaal karke aana ne,
ek hi naara lagaya hai
bhrashtachar ko dur bhagao,
yahi sandesh pahunchaya hai...

Arvind ji ne soch samajh kar,
aaj har bhartiya ko haath badhaya hai,
main hoon aam aadmi, kehkar,
sahas har jan ka jagaya hai!

nahi rahegein ab desh waasi,
na koi dabne wala hai..
bhaag jao o desh dhrohiyon,
Janlokpal aane wala hai..

Doodh ka doodh, pani ka pani
ab to sab ho jayega,
chahe scam ho ya kala dhan,
ab tu bhaag na payega...

Baat ho 2G ki, ya ho kisi khaan ka koyala,
ya ho Swiss bank mein pakha woh kala dhan,
ab tu pakada jayega,
ulte pair bhaag ja warna,
Arvind aane wala hai!!

Ek Ehsaas

Aaj fir baitha hoon main us samunder ke samne,
jiske ek aur zindagi aur doosri aur maut dikhti hai..
us zindagi ke bhi har modh par ek maut si hai..
us maud ke aate hi ek taraf jahan nayi zindagi ki khushi milti hai,
wahin dard rehta hai us pal hui ek maut ka...

main baitha is rait par har pal sochta hoon..
ki yeh kinara kitna kuch de jata hai..
paane ke liye yahan zeher bhi mile..
kho jaati hai jisse zindagi..
wahin mil jaye humein us shankh mein se ek awaaz..
jo de jaaye tumhe zingagi ka ehsaas..

aajeeb manzil ke modh par aaj khada hoon main..
jahan pyar kabhi zindagi se ho to kabhi maut de jaye ek khushi..
kis kadar ki mohabbat ka nasha sa ho gaya hai..
ki aaj zameen bhi nigal jaye to naseeb hai hamara..

The blend...

And once again it was time to board 747,
this time Seattle to L.A.
You pick your bag,fix it in cabin and take your seat,
when a man comes near to you for a favor to speak,
A request from a lady to swap her place,he said
The awaited "Yes" from me brought smiles on both the faces I met..

Squeezing myself into the seat between the two new men..
I put the seat belt and "Thank God" were the words into my ears then..
before I could wonder who were they,I heard "where are you from?"
and staring at both the faces I uttered "India"

Looking at the left was an American gentleman,
who asked again "where are you from?"
"okay,so u mean where in India. Do you know about places in India?"
and then I noticed a "Rudraksh" in his neck
he knew plenty of places including Mumbai where he had developers of his company..
he turned into a vegetarian 7 years ago, had no processed food also,
he knew Rudraksh were tears of Lord Shiva
and his favorite Gods were Maa Kaali, Lord Shiva and Lord Ganesh
but,not forgetting,he always loved his home town, Chicago [and so loved cheese ;)]
No wonder I saw Maa Kaali sticker on his Mac Notebook on the way..

and the I turned my right, where sat a tall, dark handsome guy
he felt odd one out after hearing our conversations about Rudraksh..
and then we introduced ourselves, "myself Vimal here"
born and brought up in Canada but parents from India..
The conversations began about India about which he hardly knew
and then showed his Id card, "I am an American SWAT corp.
People are afraid of me, but it was always my passion to be one.."
He spoke about being in the front line while being in Iraq
showed his hatred for Taliban, and why he joined this force..
why this resentment was flowing through his blood..
what makes him feel proud to be a part of American SWAT unit..

Thinking to rest then I closed me eyes..
for within a second I just realized..
God must have thought to make million kinds of people..
but he succeeded to make trillions of different kinds..
the mix and match sometime turns so different..
and that the blood in veins are from some other soil..
and your heart and soul follows a different one..
World is full of ironies..
Just came across this one..
and then I opened my eyes with smile on my face.. "they are just two different people" :)

Self poisoned...

Poison the you.. and poison the me..
I destroy "The world" for you.. and present the darkness to be..
but at last I haunt my own illusion and talk to myself again...
to ask how do I even shake "her world", turn it from heaven to hell!!!!!

......

Looking at the sky I dive into the galaxies,
but couldn't feel good as this land wasn't mine...
I miss the people, the place, the zeal,
so true so genuine and not just a place to survive...
closing all the windows I look at the door,
waiting for the one who can understand me little more..
the night protrudes out of the dying sun,
sprawling its wings of darkness, screaming out its turn!!

yes, yes, yes I know what you are thinking...
and if you get what I mean, you are the one, the only one...
Accompanied by madness, the darkness surrounds,
I can sense your absence,see the boundaries that bound..

Alwida!

There you go my frenz..
Leaving the beautiful memories behind..
When I look up to the clouds and sky,
I see your reflection waving me “Goodbye”

When I turn to look around at the table we sat..
Tears roll down on my cheeks.. I remember the coffees we had…
Saying a bye to you makes me numb today..
Who do I talk to? With whom shud I play?

Freaking out for movies, roaming on the streets…
I still remember those Punjabi beats..
Laughing and mocking is all we wud do..
Correcting your pronunciations to get you through…

Watching gals crossing by..
Wishing them from the bottom of ur heart.. shud I give a try? ;)
Noticing their habits.. the colors they wear…
I’ll not tell anyone about the “desi gal”, I swear…

The trio in the rickshaw struggling to sit..
With those idiotic talks, enjoying every bit…
Sitting beside me every thick and thin..
All troubles and sorrows you guys would trim..

This pain is overwhelming today when I’m alone..
Loneliness haunts me every dusk and dawn..
Waiting for another half month..
After then even I’ll be gone…