The road not taken

It's a magical little road,
unwinding from the shores
taking many twists and turns
being the path that shall help you return

You have stayed away for long
and want to be back where you belong
into the cushions of the familiars
for the remaining of life's years ... 

It's there for you to take,
waiting only for the choice you make...
walking on it shall be an icing on the cake...
only you are wondering if it would be a big mistake...

You are lost and close your eyes
to free yourself from the dilemma's reprise..
but you dont find the answer you seek,
for the fear of the fruits you shall reap..

but it's going to be there one day
you will walk the road someday...
you might as well make up your mind today
for life might not give you another day

meri khudi se meri shuruvaat hai

Meri khudi se meri shuruvaat hai,
zamaane se jodte mujhe mere jasbaat hain...
lafzoon ko hoonthon pe rokti hui wo ek samajik deewar hai,
Khud mein nahin, shayad isliye, meri samajh ke bahar hai.

Todna usse to usoolon ke daire ke bahar nahi.
kisi ko magar karari chot dena bhi to jayaz nahin.
Inhi usooloon aur jasbaaton ki jung ka anth dhoondhte hum,
iske har anth mein ek nayi shuruvaat hai,
ye andekha karte hum.

Samay to atal hai, wo badalta hai apni chaal pe..
hum naachte reh jaate hai usooloon aur jasbaatoon ki taal pe...
armaanoon ne kamzoor banya hai shayad .. kya karein..
armaanoon ne hi insaan banaya hai.. kaise na rahein ...
part 2
Samay nishpaksh bhi to nahin hai magar,
jeevan se ek hod mein laga rehta hai har pehar.
waqt aur jeevan mein darmiyaan rubaru karata hai
usse jise koi anth, koi shuruvaat, koi rihaee bulata hai.

Thakna hamari chadar ki odh ke bahar hai,
jeeney ke liye humein us daud mein rehna barkaraar hai
Thakne mein koi gunah nahin, wo to sacchai hai,
Thak ke ruk jaana kisi mod par jeevan ki rusvaai hai..

Magar ruk jaana to usool hai zindagi ki,
isi mein kahin basti hai khoobsoorati iski...
Kisi ne kaha tha, kya khoya kya paya jag mein,
paaya hoga bahut kuch agar usoolon ko apne nibhaya ho humnein..

unhein nibhana hai to mumkin, sarfaroshi ki baat hai,
raahein sunehri nahin aur bahut kaali raat hai,
Apni us khudi ki magar kya reh jayegi pehchaan.
Agar wo zamane aur kismat ke reham ki mohtaaj hai .

The day I fell into the pit.

The day I fell,
into the pit.
The first thought,
when I got to sit.
Wasn't about love or hate,
nor the harshness of fate,
but the chill of having made,
yet again the same mistake,
off letting go that which made,
my life a lovely serenade.

But I shall never learn,
that right, never earn,
because I have to be me,
and if that is all i have to be,
then it is how I shall live,
take all that life will give,
be it pains from memories,
or moments of joys and melodies
For I have to be true to me
the one who shall be
with me through everything
making sure, i keep living
in this world, I still love
Though I know not how.

Sometime I might just go out for that beer,

Sometime I might just go out for that beer,
Sometime I might just have a little more to cheer.

Sometime I might have to give an inspiration,
Sometime all I might need is a motivation.

Sometime I might get a nostalgic aberration,
Sometime I might have an ominous preoccupation.

Sometime I might be on the road not chosen
Sometime I might be en-route my desired vacation.

Someday I might have those sometimes,
Someday I shan't exist after those sometimes.

Someday I shall break free from my necessities,
Someday I shall have no more apathies.

It comes, It comes and it goes, desires
making life, every moment, as spent in fire.

kabhi ...

kabhi shabd nahi milte ...

kabhi aarzoo nahi rehti ...

kabhi zindagi nahin milti ...

kabhi maut bewafaa ho jaati ...

kabhi kadam dagmaga jaate hain ...

kabhi do kadam ki doori pe manzil nazar aati ..

kabhi aankh band kar khwaab dekh lete hain ..

kabhi zindagi khuli aankhoon ke saamne sapna ban oojhal ho jaati ...

kabhi mann ek armaan ke peeche hota hai baawala ..

kabhi ek khwahish naasoor ban jaati ...

kehne ko to hai shabd hazaarooon ..

halak se saans honthoon pe hi nahin aati ...

dhadkan ki bhasha ko samajhna hai to mumkin ...

magar humeing wo bhasha samjhani nahin aati ..

Kabhi..

ek lamha guzaarna ho jaata hai mushkil ..

zindagi jab us lamhe ko apni neev banati ...

ek lamha deta hai har gam ...

chaahat jab mukar jaati ..

ek lamhe mein milti hai jannat ..

meherbaan jab ulfat ho jaati ...

ek lamhe ki bandishein hain yeh ...

khwahishoon, aarzoon aur chahatoon ki ranjisheen hai yeh ..

in lamhoon ko samet kar jeevan banate aaye hain hum ..

ek aur lamhe ka bhar dhote aaye hai hum

ek lamha ab jaise guzar na hai paata ..

ek lamha na jaane kyun, rula na paata ..

jaane kaunsa lamha tha jo kahi bichad gaya ..

aane waale lamhoon ke beech mein marasim nazar nahin aata ...

un lamhoon ke bol se geet banati ..

zindagi, ek suriili kavita ban jaati ...

sur kahin koi bichad gaya hai..

jeevan kuch lamhoon ka mohtaaj sa ho gaya hai ...

- Sid.K.Kaul

lafzoon ka kya hai ... dard-e-haal bayaan karte hain ... wo to armaan hai jo dard ko sada jawaan rakhte hain

Whence comes this feeling Wherefore it comes to me...

Whence comes this feeling

Wherefore it comes to me...

Wherein do i receive aforementioned

When calls it an intruder, the inner me

Within lie fears and doubts

The temptations come from without.

Within has given life strength throughout

Aiding me in fighting evils that rise from without

" Hitherto, why aloof were thee?

Ad hoc how will accommodate you, the inner me

Granting i lay trust despite your guile

Would you go for me, that extra mile.

Sly, you blind reason within me

believe not I, though know I you, as enemy

Proof though you give, against your crime

how do I know thou were not abetted by time. "

It's oversight that kills the sense in me

While it excites the senses in me..

Where from does come this feeling

Why does it come to me

Something I need to say

It's all for Emotion,

What goes on between you and me..

All the love and affection,

giving a thousand smiles to you and me..

Though there are no debts to pay

for the gifts i have been given...

There is something I need to say,

though my heart's never spoken...


It's not about love proportions,

Nor about you or me..

No not about our dispositions

nor our life's serendipity


I could display memories

of how blissful time has been

I could even play the melodies

of how enchanting love has been


We could even mark anniversaries

and celebrate what has been

We could pray for our love's centenaries

for the times we have not yet seen


We could be lost in this moment

Forget what was and what can be

Make love fill every passing second

with lots and lots of new memories


There is a lot more we can do

a lot more i can speak

find love in everything we do

and in your dreams retreat


But I am here today to say ..

say something true to you

something i might have said every day

and that is that I LOVE YOU AND ONLY YOU