Sunday, 28 November 2010


I had a lot of things in my mind when I started my college. Some were as I had imagined, and some were not, but one thing is for sure; at any cost I AM doing what I always wanted to and it doesn't matter whatever obstacles come in my path.....

Alone In The Crowd

Far from my home
Estranged and alone
The feeling is not pleasant
Confronted and forlorn

It is not the same
As I had in my mind
Flamboyantly lame
I still have to find

Indeed I am here
Where I intended to
But still it's not fair
Unlike what I expected to

Whatever seems so bad
Ultimately makes me proud
Within it may be sad
Being so alone in the crowd

Alone in the crowd
World is noisy and loud
But don't they use to say
It's when success is allowed?

I am after the ray
Which I chased for so long
So why give up now
With such hurdles in the way

Heard it since my childhood
Success has its price
Will try as hard as I could
To get rid of all this vice

Doesn't matter to me
Whatever it will take
I shall surely be there
Where my true destiny prevails

Alone in the crowd
In the fire of loom
I will let myself shroud
To make a comeback very soon

Alone in the crowd
I am alone in the crowd

Sunday, 20 June 2010


Stuffs have happened in my life which forced me to suspect dear God's immortality.......

Mortal God

I cried on my knees,
I begged to release,
Tried my hard to be the best,
Who can make you please.

But now it seems another way
You too are touched by the mortal ray
Your immortality is evaporated I say
So why the hell now I should pray

For a long time of my apocalypse, I seek for mercy
Not much mind you, just a little uplifted foresee
But in return of all this, whatever I get
Was nothing much but total loss, frustration and regret.

Nothing is in you, as my father used to tell
Far from securing heaven, my life is converted into hell
Whatever I always expected, the opposite happened to me
The more I trusted you, the farther I fall into deep.

If you think me being blasphemous,
You are damn right
Because things around made me assured,
God is in mortal world of freight.

Friday, 11 June 2010


Since I started writing poems, I always wanted to write a Rap. Eventually, I got the very topic to write one.

Simplicity Redefined

Come on all you guys!
Get ready for the hype!
Set it in the move!!
Bring in all the groove!!

This is a story of all simple blokes,
No alcohol for them it's only Coke.
They're very very commoner in the town,
But oops ya, don't you dare think 'em of a pawn.

They're the one with some really good stuffs ya
They got the guts that would've rocked the town ya
But they chose for low,
As everything would be slow.

They're the kinda guys whom gals really hate.
Far from loving them they would die if its a mate.
But they cared a shit,
Let go it in a pit.

That's the guys like me......ya......ya
That's the guys like you.....ya.......ya

It teases them a little,
But nothing to get brittle,
'Cause the guys I am talking 'bout
 Is in everyone's mitten.

So give a clap up,
Give a clap down,
Show some respect you dumb.
Don't be such a clown.

It's the guys like me.......ya.......ya
It's the guys like you.......ya......ya

Whatever they say, tomorrow is ours,
We are the one who will have all the power.
Being a simple, was never a sin,
It's just like having another kin.

Those who say against, fuck 'em in the mouth!
What they really need is a blow job in the south!!
So get cherished, it's all accomplished,
We are the one who got a good finish.

What I said before, I am saying now,
Simplicity never makes you act like a cow.
It's the style which meagre can't get in,
It's the policy which is best in runnin'.

So laugh out loud,
Blow the saddening clouds.
It's what makes us best,
Nothing was ever waste.

Get a move on,
Get a hype on,
Shake it in your body,
Make it all groove on.

'Cause we are the simple ones.........ya......ya
We got the applauding tonnes...........ya........ya
So get it now my friend,
Nothing is to lend,
Now I finish my story trend.

Thursday, 20 May 2010


After a long time I wrote this poem in Hindi because I was missing my first language a lot and besides that, I thought it would be best to write these thoughts in Hindi to make it more clear.

हो चली शुरुआत

मिल गए गर सपने जो धूल में
तो क्या छुट गयी आस
अभी न जाने पल हैं कितने
मायने जो रखते ख़ास

उठो रे मानुष अब तुम जागो
निराशा के बंधन को फेंको
सारी कठिनायियो को दे दो मात
अब हो चली शुरुआत

अब हो चली शुरुआत
मुश्किलों को गले लगाने की
अब हो चली शुरुआत
कंटका - कीर्ण  रस्तों पे चलने की

अब इनसे डरना है क्या
अब इनसे छिपना है क्या
पानी है जो मंजिल अपनी
तो फिर इनसे बचना है क्या

सफलता है नहीं नपती
उन्चायियो  से जो तुमने पाई
सफलता उससे है नपती
ठोकरे जो उन तक  तुमने खायी

याद करोगे एक ये भी दिन
जब सारी दुनिया थी अन्धकार में लीन
याद आयेगी तब वो बात
जब हुई थी एक शुरुआत

Tuesday, 27 April 2010


It is human tendency to stop you if you want to try something different in your life. 'They" will do anything to persuade you for joining the 'safe side'. Can you guess which 'they' I am referring to here??

A Way To Describe Them

They say life is worth,
When you're on all four.
They will drag you into this,
In one long endeavour.
The pessimistic realism,
They adopted for themselves.
Ref to them, it is the best,
You can do for yourself.

What we call a life,
Is all blotched for them.
Superimposed monotony -
They need it for us to tame.
Talking of them, life is a corollary,
One shouldn't attempt any change.
But they've got no clue
Of the outcomes,
When inner fire is exchanged.

For them, we are a bunch of
Blasphemous vagabonds,
Ending in nothing.
But they never envisage things as we do,
And hence end up in loathing.
For them, we are perverted brats,
Lost in their way.
But what bliss!
We find extreme pleasure, as such they say.

Our livelihood is one big covert mystery for them.
Full of marijuana, they say,
It's a dirty game.
But they judge only a meagre,
As we all know.
Still they don't want to see,
The truth of major class though.

For us, better be an entrepreneur,
Than a normal self-imposed guy.
'Cause the ancestral trace versus current generation,
Is never going to tie.

Monday, 26 April 2010


I, like many people, have my own version of love. But this is certainly not that...

Love As I Know


A cute little girl waiting for her guy,
And the bloke is late, she expected it and sigh.
Comes her dear mister, dressed like dude.
But his sweet mistress, looked a bit like shrew.

I was just there,
Waiting for my friends.
Eying them with care,
Laying of such 'yuck' trends.

I mean, why the hell of devil, she noticed those stuffs,
And why in the name of evil, the boy had those cuffs.
They afterwards, must've had lot of fun,
But please my friends, don't mistake me for a bun.

The love they make,
The love they show.
Is really out of meaning,
From the love as I know.


A guy is riding with her girl on a bike.
There comes another, looking like a Tyke.
He got really excited, seeing pair of them.
Challenged them for a race,
They accepted it all the same.
The girl smiled a little
The Tyke became brittle
They zapped
They zoomed
But hey you watch!
Finally there was a loud boom.

I didn't stopped to see,
But my guess must be right.
They must've been to a hospital,
Their faces clenched tight.

I imagined it and laughed!
What a silly dare.
Was it really love,
With nothing to care?

The love they bet,
The love they show.
You see my friends,
Is all opposite as I know.


Then I heard this one from a mate.
A friend of him had a girlfriend like Kate.
Everything was well,
They really loved each other.
But one day that fool
Thought a little further.
He offered her something,
Which immediately she deny.
He became mad with rage,
And said her words which never shall I.

It is not to say,
The very day they broke up.
But as you see my chap,
How the love was in this cup.

The love they joked,
The feelings they throw.
What to tell you guys,
It's not the love as I know.

Friday, 23 April 2010


To any extent I criticize god for all my sufferings, in the end the bitter truth is - it was all because of me......

Found Guilty

All I witness today is nothing but remorse
Like something queer of me is pushing with a force

This ultimate torment is bulging through my mind
As a donkey in stray is kicking with its hind

Sometimes I think, why its always me
Then it occurs this hell is 'cause of me

I take it or not
Let throw it or shot
But whatever is this
I call it guilty conscience

The fake confidence throbbing in my heart
Falls with a BAM in life's real cart

Whenever I arise, something takes me down
This I know my friend is as strange as a faun

People keep saying, "Life moves on".
But my eyes have seen, "Life rots on".

That's the very reason, I feel a little wear
Got so used to it, no space for a tear

I take it or not
Let throw it or shot
But whatever is this I call it guilty conscience


I once heard a song with same title on You Tube and I put my own thoughts in it. Again, each wording and thought is genuine.

The Saints are Coming

You will find it so confusing,
Things are no more amusing,
Some definite changes have to take place here.

Stuffs around may be tantalising,
But the true aspect is rationalising,
Raised feeling of caught in middle of somewhere.

You wouldn't know it how they are
You wouldn't find it what they for
You may feel it they have been
The outcome although may have seen

The pain you might feel is terrifying,
You may think its what called sacrificing,
But for me the situation is indispensable.

Our souls against all this is fortifying,
and we try to keep stuffs simplifying,
But this running from reality is in-disposable.

It doesn't matter how they are
It doesn't bother when they are
It'll turn the world upside down
Or everything may be for mourn

Wednesday, 21 April 2010


To all those who have already heard a song with same title, be assured this one is completely and truthfully my own creation. Otherwise, there are always numerous ways to find it out yourself.

Take Me To Your Heart

Hiding in the rain and snow,
And wondering what next to do.
But it never goes away,
The glimpses of your shadow.

So many people,
So much things to see.
But you tell me how I,
Could ever have all those glee.

Take me to your heart,
Take me to your soul,
Take me to your fate
'fore its too late.

Show me what love is
I haven't got a clue.
Let me know you a little more.

Because love is like a laughter;
All you can is feel.
It is now or never,
Let else things be sealed.

Take me to your heart,
Take me to your soul,
Take me to your fate

Show me what love is
I haven't got a clue
Let me know you a little more.

Tuesday, 20 April 2010


This was the first ever poem i tried to write in English. Hope you will like it.

This Phase

What to do and what to not
My mind keeps doing ping pong
This is right and this thing wrong
Why I always feel so short
So much confusion and such distress
O my Jesus give me a trace

Give me a trace
What to do
More or less
Drive me ado

Which happiness and what satisfaction
All is dark here and full of distraction
I can't bear more
I can't hold it more
Life for me was always soar

This phase.....this phase.......
Setting on me nowadays like a craze.

I feel so angry
I feel so bereft
It seems to me always
Something has crept

Something has crept
To tear off my insides
Something has crept
To blast my mind off

This phase......this phase......
Setting on me nowadays like a craze
This phase......


As far as I know, most of the guys of my age think literature as a crap. Pity they'll never understand the sheer pleasure of studying and understanding it.


दुःख होता है मुझे
जब देखता हूँ  अपने  आस पास,
चहुँ ओर है अन्धकार व्याप्त
साहित्य के जो हुआ करते थे नायक,
हो रहा उनका अस्तित्व समाप्त.

दुःख होता है मुझे
जब देखता हूँ किशोरों को
कल  के जो हैं भारत,
समझते साहित्य को गारत.

क्या मुंशी प्रेमचंद, क्या तोल्स्तोय,
क्या थे दिनकर और कौन शक्स्पीअर.
हँसते इन नामों पर,
उड़ाते इनका मजाक.
जो भी था मूल्य इनका,
हो रहा अब खाक.

कौन समझाए इन्हें
कौन ये बताये.
साहित्य के प्रकाश थे वो
जिनकी प्रज्वलित ज्योति को,
फिर कोई कैसे जलाये.

दुःख होता है मुझे
जब देखता हूँ
आज के समाज को
छात्र वर्ग को
शिक्षक गणों को.

नहीं रही अब उनमे
वह जोशो खरोश.
जो कर देता था
साहित्य पंडितो को मदहोश.
दुःख होता है मुझे

Sunday, 18 April 2010


It really hurts when someone close to heart leaves suddenly for ever.......


प्रेम दया अनुशासन - जीवन इन शब्दों का नाता था.
हर परिस्थिति में प्रसन्नता - ऐसा आपका नारा था.

आपके साथ बिताया  हर पल कभी नहीं मैं भूलूंगा,
आपसे मिला स्नेह धन सदैव सहेज कर रखूँगा.

कंटकाकीर्ण मार्ग कभी नहीं हुई आपके लिए समस्या.
आप रहते थे बिलकुल सहज
अब विदित हुआ की आप गृहस्थ आश्रम में कर रहे  थे तपस्या.

दूजे का कष्ट पर्वत और अपना कष्ट धूल समान,
कुल की मान मर्यादा का आपने रखा सदा सम्मान.

आपके पदचिन्हों पर रहूँगा सदा मैं अग्रसर,
आपने पथ पर अडिग रहूँगा, इसका साक्षी है इश्वर.

शत शत बार प्रणाम मैं करता हूँ आपको.
यह छोटी सी श्रधांजलि मैं भेंट करता हूँ आपको.


Have you ever looked at the face of Golgappa Walah while eating beside his stall for a while? 

गोलगप्पे  वाला

जैसे ही घडी  शाम के पांच बजती है,
वैसे ही गोलगप्पे वाले  की दिनचर्या शुरू हो जाती है.

वह गरीब न जाने कितने संकटों का शिकार है.
पर क्या फिर भी उसके मुख पर किसी प्रकार का विकार है?

अगर आप उससे मिलोगे, सोचोगे संसार का सबसे प्रसन्न व्यक्ति है,
पर जान उसकी व्यथा कथा, विचारोगे, कौन सी उसमे शक्ति है?

कौन सी वह  शक्ति है, जो बेटी ब्याह के चिंता में भी मुस्कुराती है,
अपिरिमित क़र्ज़ का भार भी दबाती है,
और बुढ़ापे में जीर्ण शारीर से भी परिश्रम कराती है.

कारण तो सभी जानते हैं, आप भी और मैं भी,
एक वृध गोलगप्पे वाला है, जिसका कारण है परिवार और पैसा भी.

वह अपने सभी ग्राहकों के दुःख सुख में शामिल होता है,
उसका उदास मुख देखना प्रभु दर्शन के समान होता है.

लेकिन उसे  कभी किसी से शिकायत न रही.
उसकी ज़िन्दगी अपने ढर्रे पर चलती रही.


Every mortal in this world get bitten at least once in his/her lifetime by the 'love bug'!!!!


'प्रेम!'........कितना मधुर, शीतल एवं नम्रता से परिपूर्ण है.
समस्त सृष्टि का आदि अंत इसमें संपूर्ण है.

प्रेम किसको नहीं? सबको है
शमा को परवाने से,
नभ को धरा से,
और फूलों को ओस से.

निश्छल, निर्गुण एवं आनंद का है यह एहसास,
हर प्रेमी रचते हैं प्रेम का एक नया इतिहास.

विश्वास की धरा पर ऐसा हो प्रेम का वादा,
कितनी भी मुश्किलें आयें, अडिग रहे यह नाता.

न रंग रूप से, न सौंदर्य के बनावटी परदे से,
प्रेम होता है आपसी मन एवं हृदय मिलाप के मधुर भाव से.

हर प्रेमी की है यह कसम,
जब तक संसार में हैं, तबतक रहेंगे हरदम संग.


I was in Eighth grade when I thought of this poem.

शिक्षक का मोल

बात यह है नहीं पुरानी
पिछले दिनों की है यह कहानी.

भौतिकी के जो मेरे अध्यापक हैं
बड़े ही अनुशासनप्रिय एवं कर्मठ हैं.

छात्रों से है उनका व्यवहार अत्यंत नरम
किन्तु प्रश्नों के उत्तर नहीं देने पर हो जाते हैं गरम.

एक दिन उन्होंने प्रश्न किया मुझसे
उत्तर न देने पर मेरा सर झुक गया लज्जा से.

उन्होंने मुझे बहुत फटकार लगायी
मैंने भी अच्छे से पढने की कसम खायी.

अगले दिन मैं पूरी तयारी के साथ था
मेरा मन शांत तथा उत्साहित था.

उन्होंने सवाल कई पूछे मुझसे
मैंने भी उत्तर दिए फूर्ति से.

उस दिन थे मुझसे वे प्रसन्न
हर्ष से पुलकित था मेरा मन.

पास बुलाया मुझे उन्होंने
बड़े ही स्नेहमयी वाणी में बोले मुझसे,

बेटा! मेरी फटकार का बुरा मत मानना
मेरा अभिप्राय था तुम्हारा भविष्य सवारना.

उनके इन दो बोलो को मैं अच्छी तरह समझ गया
शिक्षक का क्या होता है मोल मैं अच्छी तरह जान गया.

Saturday, 17 April 2010


This one I wrote when one day I came from school and was doing some 'Atma Chintan'.........


आज स्कूल की छुट्टी के बाद,
घर पर मैं बैठा था अकेला.
सोच रहा था मैं,
क्या मिला मुझे इस ज़िन्दगी से?
वह बुद्धि जो आजतक सर्वोच्च स्थान  की अधिकारिणी न होने पाई?
या वह आंखे जो दूरदृष्टि की साक्षी नहीं?
वह शरीर जो किसी की सहायता में काम  न आई?
या वह मुखमंडल जो कभी दीप्तिमान न होने पाया?
पर फिर मैंने सोचा........नहीं! इतनी तो मुझ पर कृपा हुई,
जो मुझे ज़िन्दगी मिली.
मैं मानसिक रूप से विकलांग नहीं,
न ही मैं अपाहिज हूँ.
मेरे पास ज़िन्दगी तो है, जो मुझे देती है जीने की प्रेरणा.
भले आज समाज में मेरा कोई स्थान न हो,
पर इस प्यारी ज़िन्दगी के साथ कभी तो अपना स्थान बनाऊंगा!
मेरे माता पिता गौरवान्वित होंगे, और मैं देश के काम आऊँगा.
इसलिए हे मेरे मन! तू निराश न हो.
क्योंकि मेरे पास है एक बहुमूल्य तोहफा, जिसका नाम है.......


I wrote this poem a long time ago when a friend of mine who live in a distant country requested me to write something for him in Hindi. But since I have just created this blog, I am posting it now. Please feel free to leave your comments and let me know you liked it or not.:-)

  दूर देश के साथी   

दूर देश से आये साथी लेकर ढेरो खुशियाँ,
फिर से खिली हैं  यादों की वह सुनहली कलियाँ.

न हम उन्हें जानते, न उन्हें पहचानते,
कभी उनकी कोई खबर न सुनी, आप माने या न माने.

एक दिन वह आये घर मेरे, लेकर लडू और पेड़े,
हमने उनसे बातें की विनम्रता से, वे भी पेश आये नम्रता से.

उनसे मिलकर बात कोई दूसरी याद न आती,
संग उनके मुझे कमी किसी की नहीं खलती.

फिर आई वह दुखद घडी,
जब दिखाई उन्होंने झंडी हरी.

वापस आने का वादा कर,
चले गए वह मन मारकर.

आज उन्हें देख दोबारा, लौटी हैं पुरानी खुशियाँ,
फिर से खिली हैं यादों की वह सुनहली कलियाँ.