महल बनाए, किला बनाया, शमसान बनाना क्यों छोर दिया ?
मंदिर बनाए, मस्जिद बनाए, भगवन बनाना क्यों छोर दिया?
कलमा बनाए, फतवा बनाए, कुरान बनाना क्यों छोर दिया?
मर्द बनाए, औरत बनाए, इन्सान बनाना क्यों छोर दिया?
महल किले तो बहुत बनाए, अब चल तू कोई शमसान बना.
बिकते हों जहा पे राम और अल्लाह, तू ऐसी कोई दूकान बना.
कलमे जिहाद तो बहुत बना लिए, तू अब नया कोई फरमान बना.
देख ली तेरी दुनिया भगवन, चल अब फिर से तू इन्सान बना.
सिंग दिखे, न पूंछ दिखा, न जहर का कोई खान मिला,
दन्त बिना, नाखून बिना, मुझे ऐसा एक हैवान मिला,
कटा भी नहीं, मारा भी नहीं, दो पैरों का एक श्वान मिला,
खून पिया जीते जी मेरा, एक दोस्त ऐसा मस्तान मिला.
कसम तुझे है खुदा हमारी, तू धरती पर इन्सान बना,
बीके जहाँ इन्सान की माती, तू ऐसी कोई दूकान बना,
अगर सको न खुदा तू खुद भी, तो चल थोरे से भगवान बना,
वो भी नहीं कर सकते तो तुम, मुझको भी शैतान बना.
मुझको भी शैतान बना, मुझको भी शैतान बना....
Monday, November 22, 2010
Sunday, November 21, 2010
GOLDEN DAYS
No experience she has of love or romance,
She said and she felt had lost a golden chance.
Life is a gift and love is a bliss,
Then how she affords such a chance to miss?
Go my Cupid go and teach her what is love,
Bless her with your feather and lift her a bit above.
Her lips and her eyes have attacked my sighs,
But she listens like a deaf and ignores my cries.
Like a Chetak for the Swati and a moth for the Moon,
I quive and I pine and at last do I swoon.
She comes in my dreams and offers me creams,
I get up to take but receive only screams.
Though I have tried to express my heart,
But she heeds it not and makes me smart.
A boundary between us was a wall as a barrier,
I scaled the wall and fixed a carrier.
The difference and the gap reduced to her pride,
She shrieked and shrieked and shot a chide.
She dragged back her feet and made the distances exceed,
Weak from the body and from the heart she dares not proceed.
Her eyes are the source of my poetry and my prose,
But she thinks it is for others and mere praises bestows.
Love knows no wall any big or small,
It seeks love for love and nothing more at all.
Tell her not to waste her time and her age,
Or else she will lament after passing her golden days.
She said and she felt had lost a golden chance.
Life is a gift and love is a bliss,
Then how she affords such a chance to miss?
Go my Cupid go and teach her what is love,
Bless her with your feather and lift her a bit above.
Her lips and her eyes have attacked my sighs,
But she listens like a deaf and ignores my cries.
Like a Chetak for the Swati and a moth for the Moon,
I quive and I pine and at last do I swoon.
She comes in my dreams and offers me creams,
I get up to take but receive only screams.
Though I have tried to express my heart,
But she heeds it not and makes me smart.
A boundary between us was a wall as a barrier,
I scaled the wall and fixed a carrier.
The difference and the gap reduced to her pride,
She shrieked and shrieked and shot a chide.
She dragged back her feet and made the distances exceed,
Weak from the body and from the heart she dares not proceed.
Her eyes are the source of my poetry and my prose,
But she thinks it is for others and mere praises bestows.
Love knows no wall any big or small,
It seeks love for love and nothing more at all.
Tell her not to waste her time and her age,
Or else she will lament after passing her golden days.
Friday, November 19, 2010
इश्क
मत नाम लो मोहब्बत का आँखों में खून उतर आता है
न कर दे खून ये खून कहीं उस खुनी का, वो जूनून उतर आता है
अब तो बेदर्द सी हो गई है वफ़ा की फितरत शायद
इसीलिए तो वफ़ा की वफ़ा में भी बेवफाई का कानून नजर आता है.
खाते थे जो कसमे कल तक इश्क क़यामत निभाने का
आज गम भी नहीं है उनको इस कदर से भूल जाने का
अब हम जीते हैं या की मरते हैं वो बेखबर हैं बेखबर
शक तो ऐसा होता है की बेवफा ने हमें सोचा ही था मिटाने का
हम करते थे यद् जिन्हें उन्होंने ही भुला दिया
मेरे पाक खास मोहब्बत का क्या अच्छा शिला दिया
जुदाई सह भी सकते थे गर वफ़ा से पेश आते वो
मगर उनसे अब शिकवा भी कैसा जिन्होंने खुद चेहरा चुरा लिया
मिटा दो नाम मोहब्बत का, वरना हम भी मरेंगे तुम भी मरोगे
बचेगा सिर्फ ये इश्क और न हम बचेंगे न तुम बचोगे
हँसेगी दुनिया, रोवोगे तुम, मरोगे तिल तिल ताराप कर मेरी तरह
हद हो गई अब बस करो वरना न हम रहेंगे न तुम रहोगे.
न होता अगर ये इश्क, तो ये बीमारी कभी इजाद नहीं होती
न टूटता किसी का दिल, और किसी से किसी को फरियाद नहीं होती
आग है ये जलती है ये, पल भर में सारे सपने खुद मिटाती है ये
मिट जाता अगर ये इश्क खुदा कसम, तो आबाद किसी की दुनिया यहाँ बर्बाद नहीं होती.
न कर दे खून ये खून कहीं उस खुनी का, वो जूनून उतर आता है
अब तो बेदर्द सी हो गई है वफ़ा की फितरत शायद
इसीलिए तो वफ़ा की वफ़ा में भी बेवफाई का कानून नजर आता है.
खाते थे जो कसमे कल तक इश्क क़यामत निभाने का
आज गम भी नहीं है उनको इस कदर से भूल जाने का
अब हम जीते हैं या की मरते हैं वो बेखबर हैं बेखबर
शक तो ऐसा होता है की बेवफा ने हमें सोचा ही था मिटाने का
हम करते थे यद् जिन्हें उन्होंने ही भुला दिया
मेरे पाक खास मोहब्बत का क्या अच्छा शिला दिया
जुदाई सह भी सकते थे गर वफ़ा से पेश आते वो
मगर उनसे अब शिकवा भी कैसा जिन्होंने खुद चेहरा चुरा लिया
मिटा दो नाम मोहब्बत का, वरना हम भी मरेंगे तुम भी मरोगे
बचेगा सिर्फ ये इश्क और न हम बचेंगे न तुम बचोगे
हँसेगी दुनिया, रोवोगे तुम, मरोगे तिल तिल ताराप कर मेरी तरह
हद हो गई अब बस करो वरना न हम रहेंगे न तुम रहोगे.
न होता अगर ये इश्क, तो ये बीमारी कभी इजाद नहीं होती
न टूटता किसी का दिल, और किसी से किसी को फरियाद नहीं होती
आग है ये जलती है ये, पल भर में सारे सपने खुद मिटाती है ये
मिट जाता अगर ये इश्क खुदा कसम, तो आबाद किसी की दुनिया यहाँ बर्बाद नहीं होती.
आंसू
सोचता हु की ये आंसू न होते तो क्या होता?
दर्द पे दर्द देती दुनिया और ये न रोते तो क्या होता?
होता क्या?
होता यही की इन्सान टूट कर चूर हो जाता
डूबकर अपने गम में खुशियों से दूर हो जाता.
हँसता कोई जलाकर उसे कहीं
और वह घुट घुट कर एक दिन मर जाने को मजबूर हो जाता.
सीने का दर्द कभी सीने से पर नहीं होता,
मर ही जाता इन्सान उसके जीने का कोई आसार नहीं होता,
भला है ये आंसू बह जाएँ भले
क्योकि ज़माने में गम भुलाने का कोई और आधार नहीं होता.
न निकलता अगर ये गम, आँखों से पानी बनकर
मर ही जाता बेचारा इन्सान अपने ग़मों की कहानी बनकर.
काश इन आंसुओ की कोई जुबान होती,
काश इनकी खुदा से कोई पहचान होती,
तो ये आंसू खुदा से अपने ग़मों की फरियाद करते,
बर्बाद किसी गुलिस्ते को, सिचकर फिर से आबाद करते.
मगर ये रोते हैं चुपचाप, सुनसान कही अकेले में,
तन्हाई चीज क्या है, झेलते हैं खरे ये मेले में.
गिरो के गम पे आंसू, निकलते नहीं हैं ओट से
ये रोते हैं क्योकि डरते हैं, केवल अपनों की चोट से.
या खुदा तू इन आंसुओ को कभी बेकार मत करना
जो रुलाते हैं दूसरों को बेमतलब,
तू उनकी दुआ कोई स्वीकार मत करना.
दर्द पे दर्द देती दुनिया और ये न रोते तो क्या होता?
होता क्या?
होता यही की इन्सान टूट कर चूर हो जाता
डूबकर अपने गम में खुशियों से दूर हो जाता.
हँसता कोई जलाकर उसे कहीं
और वह घुट घुट कर एक दिन मर जाने को मजबूर हो जाता.
सीने का दर्द कभी सीने से पर नहीं होता,
मर ही जाता इन्सान उसके जीने का कोई आसार नहीं होता,
भला है ये आंसू बह जाएँ भले
क्योकि ज़माने में गम भुलाने का कोई और आधार नहीं होता.
न निकलता अगर ये गम, आँखों से पानी बनकर
मर ही जाता बेचारा इन्सान अपने ग़मों की कहानी बनकर.
काश इन आंसुओ की कोई जुबान होती,
काश इनकी खुदा से कोई पहचान होती,
तो ये आंसू खुदा से अपने ग़मों की फरियाद करते,
बर्बाद किसी गुलिस्ते को, सिचकर फिर से आबाद करते.
मगर ये रोते हैं चुपचाप, सुनसान कही अकेले में,
तन्हाई चीज क्या है, झेलते हैं खरे ये मेले में.
गिरो के गम पे आंसू, निकलते नहीं हैं ओट से
ये रोते हैं क्योकि डरते हैं, केवल अपनों की चोट से.
या खुदा तू इन आंसुओ को कभी बेकार मत करना
जो रुलाते हैं दूसरों को बेमतलब,
तू उनकी दुआ कोई स्वीकार मत करना.
Friday, April 30, 2010
THE REAL MAN
A hollow body and sunken eye
Some counted hair grey and dry
Wrinkled lips, cheeks and throat
A black patched and coarse coat
Look the scarecrow ran
The skeleton of a man
Everyday in the morn
Since I have born
Have seen he goes on foot
Without a hat or boot
With some books and a pen
Through that narrow, dirty lane
On a fixed time schedule
To his temple called school
A priest to his work
And a god to his boys
A double role in single scene
This poor man enjoys
He does not have a car
Any building or mobile
But he rules over the town
With a single short smile
Riches of the rich
All bow before him
From a sweeper to a D. M
Show him all esteem
He does not have a bomb
Any rapier or a gun
Still he can command
Your daughter and my son
What is this magic?
That this old man has got
For which we call him master
And bear him cool and hot
A teacher is he called
By the people all around
A guru in the heaven
And the master on the ground
All wealth and car
Are toys before him
As the best gem of earth
He holds on his chin
Knowledge in a man
Is the best gift of God
That makes a man a Man
And makes him be the lord
Teaching is an art
And learning is its part
The both as a coin
Make a man smart
Teaching has an end
But learning has it not
So learning while teaching
Improves a man a lot
A teacher is a man
Who is better than a god
The real God with trident
Is better to have a rod
God makes a man
And gives him but the life
It is a teacher on the earth
Who teaches the life’s strife
To be a teacher and serve
Is a holy life’s plan
So teach to learn and learn
To teach is real man
Some counted hair grey and dry
Wrinkled lips, cheeks and throat
A black patched and coarse coat
Look the scarecrow ran
The skeleton of a man
Everyday in the morn
Since I have born
Have seen he goes on foot
Without a hat or boot
With some books and a pen
Through that narrow, dirty lane
On a fixed time schedule
To his temple called school
A priest to his work
And a god to his boys
A double role in single scene
This poor man enjoys
He does not have a car
Any building or mobile
But he rules over the town
With a single short smile
Riches of the rich
All bow before him
From a sweeper to a D. M
Show him all esteem
He does not have a bomb
Any rapier or a gun
Still he can command
Your daughter and my son
What is this magic?
That this old man has got
For which we call him master
And bear him cool and hot
A teacher is he called
By the people all around
A guru in the heaven
And the master on the ground
All wealth and car
Are toys before him
As the best gem of earth
He holds on his chin
Knowledge in a man
Is the best gift of God
That makes a man a Man
And makes him be the lord
Teaching is an art
And learning is its part
The both as a coin
Make a man smart
Teaching has an end
But learning has it not
So learning while teaching
Improves a man a lot
A teacher is a man
Who is better than a god
The real God with trident
Is better to have a rod
God makes a man
And gives him but the life
It is a teacher on the earth
Who teaches the life’s strife
To be a teacher and serve
Is a holy life’s plan
So teach to learn and learn
To teach is real man
Thursday, April 29, 2010
FREEDOM OF FREEDOM
“O Death come!
Here am I ready to kiss your hand
No more I want to live
In this cage of bricks and sand”
Cried out the bird
And struck herself with the fan
A rustle and a fall
And she breathed her last span
A sigh with a sorrow
Pricked all peering eyes
And for a moment felt all
As is felt at a kin’s demise
Freedom is like this
Is cares not for Death
Free the body or the soul
Will free its last breath
Iron chains and bars
Do not the freedom cage
Even a free man with freedom
For a free freedom prays
O God of Freedom
You make this Freedom free
And give freedom to all
And solve this chained mystery
Here am I ready to kiss your hand
No more I want to live
In this cage of bricks and sand”
Cried out the bird
And struck herself with the fan
A rustle and a fall
And she breathed her last span
A sigh with a sorrow
Pricked all peering eyes
And for a moment felt all
As is felt at a kin’s demise
Freedom is like this
Is cares not for Death
Free the body or the soul
Will free its last breath
Iron chains and bars
Do not the freedom cage
Even a free man with freedom
For a free freedom prays
O God of Freedom
You make this Freedom free
And give freedom to all
And solve this chained mystery
BEAUTY IS WITHIN
Oh I looked for Beauty again
Opening my wearied eyes,
But could not see around
So closed it with my sighs.
Where is Beauty found?
I’ll travel to that State,
I’ll run to any miles
And will wait till any date.
I peeped through the window
And scanned the busy road,
But the Beauty I saw nowhere
In my country or abroad.
In the garden I saw on Rose
On Tulip, Urhul and Belle,
But Beauty was missing to all
Shaking them pale and stale.
I moved towards a fare
To find a fair face,
But the dames besides men
Were devoid of the void race.
Neither in His farms
Nor in Her charms
Beauty I saw nowhere
Neither psalms nor in arms.
Tired of my quest
From toes to the crest,
I looked within myself
Soliciting succour and help.
And lo the Beauty was there
Ending my tedious quest,
I found Beauty within
And found peace and rest.
The Beauty from my within
Peeped through my eyes,
Making the world Beautiful
And soothing my thorny sighs.
Note: The outer beauty is beautiful only when you feel beauty in yourself.
Jitendra
Opening my wearied eyes,
But could not see around
So closed it with my sighs.
Where is Beauty found?
I’ll travel to that State,
I’ll run to any miles
And will wait till any date.
I peeped through the window
And scanned the busy road,
But the Beauty I saw nowhere
In my country or abroad.
In the garden I saw on Rose
On Tulip, Urhul and Belle,
But Beauty was missing to all
Shaking them pale and stale.
I moved towards a fare
To find a fair face,
But the dames besides men
Were devoid of the void race.
Neither in His farms
Nor in Her charms
Beauty I saw nowhere
Neither psalms nor in arms.
Tired of my quest
From toes to the crest,
I looked within myself
Soliciting succour and help.
And lo the Beauty was there
Ending my tedious quest,
I found Beauty within
And found peace and rest.
The Beauty from my within
Peeped through my eyes,
Making the world Beautiful
And soothing my thorny sighs.
Note: The outer beauty is beautiful only when you feel beauty in yourself.
Jitendra
TONGUE OF THE HEART
Eyes are called the tongue of the heart
As they express the most hidden part
Look in the eyes and listen to what they say
And you need not any prattle or someone’s pray
The language of the eyes – eyes better know
They harvest all at once whatever you sow
Tongues are timid as shy as a dove
They fight for the life but can’t say ‘I love’
Eyes are bold they such a power hold
They express all untold as soon you behold
Chatting through eyes fears no spies
None listens but they the heart’s chuckles and cries
Human heart’s store exceeds one crore
Emotions told untold which eyes never ignore
Juice of the eyes a liquid called tear
Falls when you weep, laugh, pine or fear
A feminine tear is a weapon and a masculine tear shame
Hearts tear at tears and tears tear the flame
Eyes are like pigeons, messenger of the heart
Conferring through the balls is a smart man’s art.
As they express the most hidden part
Look in the eyes and listen to what they say
And you need not any prattle or someone’s pray
The language of the eyes – eyes better know
They harvest all at once whatever you sow
Tongues are timid as shy as a dove
They fight for the life but can’t say ‘I love’
Eyes are bold they such a power hold
They express all untold as soon you behold
Chatting through eyes fears no spies
None listens but they the heart’s chuckles and cries
Human heart’s store exceeds one crore
Emotions told untold which eyes never ignore
Juice of the eyes a liquid called tear
Falls when you weep, laugh, pine or fear
A feminine tear is a weapon and a masculine tear shame
Hearts tear at tears and tears tear the flame
Eyes are like pigeons, messenger of the heart
Conferring through the balls is a smart man’s art.
TO YOUR EYES
My heart is lost, in her beautiful eyes
I care a fig, if there it dies
Let it soar, let it sink
Let it drown and let it drink
Deeper than Dull and wider to boat
My heart has pined day night to float
Charms of her eyes deserve my sighs
Like a moth for the Moon each second it cries
Blacker than berry and wilder than wine
I bet these eyes are world’s wonder nine
A pair of brows as sharp poniards
Above the two heavens, guides and guards
Artist God’s art brought in a plate
Made these eyes on which I thus wait.
May God these eyes live a thousand years
An eternal source of ecstasy clearing fears and spreading cheers
I care a fig, if there it dies
Let it soar, let it sink
Let it drown and let it drink
Deeper than Dull and wider to boat
My heart has pined day night to float
Charms of her eyes deserve my sighs
Like a moth for the Moon each second it cries
Blacker than berry and wilder than wine
I bet these eyes are world’s wonder nine
A pair of brows as sharp poniards
Above the two heavens, guides and guards
Artist God’s art brought in a plate
Made these eyes on which I thus wait.
May God these eyes live a thousand years
An eternal source of ecstasy clearing fears and spreading cheers
Friday, April 23, 2010
BEAUTY IS WITHIN
BEAUTY IS WITHIN
Oh I looked for Beauty again
Opening my wearied eyes,
But could not see around
So closed it with my sighs.
Where is Beauty found?
I’ll travel to that State,
I’ll run to any miles
And will wait till any date.
I peeped through the window
And scanned the busy road,
But the Beauty I saw nowhere
In my country or abroad.
In the garden I saw on Rose
On Tulip, Urhul and Belle,
But Beauty was missing to all
Shaking them pale and stale.
I moved towards a fare
To find a fair face,
But the dames besides men
Were devoid of the void race.
Neither in His farms
Nor in Her charms
Beauty I saw nowhere
Neither psalms nor in arms.
Tired of my quest
From toes to the crest,
I looked within myself
Soliciting succour and help.
And lo the Beauty was there
Ending my tedious quest,
I found Beauty within
And found peace and rest.
The Beauty from my within
Peeped through my eyes,
Making the world Beautiful
And soothing my thorny sighs.
Note: The outer beauty is beautiful only when you feel beauty in yourself.
Jitendra
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