COURAGE

WHEN YOU SEE THE WORLD AT WAR,
FIND THE PEACE WITHIN

WHEN YOU GET CONFUSED WITH THE WAY WORLD WORKS,
DIS-ENTANGLE THE TIES WITHIN

WHEN YOU FIND YOURSELF AT THE ROOTS OF FATE
JUST LET THE BUD OF HOPE BLOSSOM WITHIN

WHEN YOUR OUTER WORLD SHATTERS,
BUILD A CASTLE WITHIN

WHEN THE WORLD IS AT ITS WORST,
HOLD ON TO THE BEST IN YOU

LIFE WILL TAKE YOU TO THOUSAND WRONG WAYS,
TREAD THROUGH THEM WITH ALL RIGHTEOUSNESS IN YOU

TEMPTATIONS . . .

YOU CAN NEVER RESIST IT
WHEN COMES TO YOU, WASHES ALL OTHER THOUGHTS AWAY
TO HELL WITH PROS & CONS, PROFIT & LOSS WHEN ITS ON YOUR MIND
GRAB IT AND THE WORLD IS YOURS FOR THE MOMENT
LOSING IT MEANS SAVING IT IN YOUR DUSTED MEMORY DATA BASE TILL THE TIME YOU GET IT
YOU'LL BE SHOWERED WITH IT IF YOUR FRIENDS KNOW IT
YOU'LL BE TRICKED WITH IT IF YOUR ENEMIES KNOW IT
BODY SHOWS MORE MILEAGE TO REACH IT
AND GAINS DOUBLE AFTER GETTING IT
SUPPRESS IT AND YOU'LL BE A SAGE SITTING ON THE EVER RISING ROCK OF IT
FULFILL IT AND YOU'LL BE A COMMONER SAILING SMOOTH THROUGH THE RIGHTS AND WRONGS....

नींद

जिसकी गोद मे था बचपन गुज़रा,
आज कर दिया उसीने पराया

आंखो मे काजल लगाते ही पलकें भारी कर जाती थी जो,
अब रात भर मिन्नतों के बाद भी आती नहीं वो

हर रोज़ सिरहाने रेहती थी जो,
अब करवटो की आहट पर भी आती नहीं वो

पैसो ने जेबो की सेहत तो बना दी,
पर मेरी सबसे कीमती चीज़ मुझसे चुराली

जिसकी गोद मे था बचपन गुज़रा,
अब लगता है होगी मुलाकात उस्से बुढ़ापे मे दुबारा

यादें.....

जीवन के हर किस्से के हिस्सो मे है यादें,
कुछ बनते बिगडते रिश्तो की है यादें

कभी चेहरे पे हल्कि सी मुस्कान दे जाती है यादें,
कभी मुस्कुराती आंखो को नम कर जाती है यादें

कई चट्टानो सी अतल है यादें,
कई समनदरो से गहेरी है यादें

आसमान मे झिलमिलाती तारो सी है यादें,
पानी मे रोशनि की सिलवटों सी है यादें

हसाती है यादें, रुलाती है यादें,
किसी भटकते मुसाफिर की तरह हर मोड पर मिल जाती है यादें

COMPARISON

IT BEGINS AT THE AGE WHEN SOCIALISM BEGINS,
IT POSSESSES ALL THE POWER TO MAKE YOU OR PUT YOU IN RUINS

CONTRAST, SIMILARITY, COMPATIBILITY ARE REALIZED
DIFFERENCES, JEALOUSY, IDENTITY CRISIS ARE IMBIBED

YOU FAKE TO FIT IN THE OUTER SYMPHONY,
AND LOSE THE INNER HARMONY

HAVE IT IN YOUR POCKET WHILE LOOKING AT THINGS,
DON'T WEAR IT IN YOUR EYES WHILE JUDGING THINGS

LIFE REMAINS JUST A RACE WHEN IT GRABS YOUR BRAIN,
PULL YOURSELF OUT BEFORE IT PUTS YOU IN CHAIN

CUT COPY PASTE LIFE

Monday -
the beginning of the MUN-dane
alarm ticks twice and them thrice
its ten past eight but still can't rise
forms and checks to fill
counting on the running bills
switching on the working mode is such a pain
and there are four more days down the lane

Tuesday -
says get USE-d to the way
schedule is done, meetings fixed
my life is already so jinxed
five in the evening seems too soon
still three files to go before the moon

Wednesday -
up at six, still feel late
a sprint through files, that is my fate
out of three, two files down
still lots in hand to make me drown

Thursday -
turns to be the WORSE-day
boss is on his round
with loads of work pilled
I am six feet under the ground

Friday -
being fully FRI-ed
I can smell the freedom
just few hours apart
after lunch break, the countdown gears
I wind up the day as Saturday nears

Why is life so unfair
when work and fun are to compare
five cruel days exploit me all my age
and I get just two to redo the damage