Dil Se

Akele jub kabhi neend nahi aati

Doston ki badi hi yaad hai satati

Kaun jaane base hain kahan kub se

Unhone bhi rabta na kiya humse.

Bikhar gaye sub dost purane

Milte hai ab log anjaane

Kuch dost humare rooth gaye

Duniya ki bheed mein kuch kho gaye.

Kuch duniya chod kar hi chale gaye

Hum apne masailon me ghire rahe

Kahan gaye bachpan ke dost pyaare

Hote the jinpe vaare nyaare.

Masoom dosti bahut hi pyaari

Yahi thi apni duniya sari

Kahan hai Sushi, Sarla aur Sujata

Hamesha nibhate jo apna vaada.

Andhi aaye toofan aaye

Apne saath sada unhein payein

Ab zindagi shayad badal gayi hai

Nayi rahon mein chal padi hai.

Yaadein hi ab reh gayi purani

Inhi ke sahare cut rahi zindgani

Doston se dosti hamesha nibhana

Yehi hai apna asli khazana.

Kabhi na akelapun hoga inke saath

Khoon ke rishton se badhkur hai, in rishton ka ehsaas

Sache dost hai nehmat jo khuda se hum paatein

Gum jaaye kahin yeh to phir guzre zamane nahin aate.

Doston ko rakhna mehfooz ae dost zaroor

Dosti hai Heera aur Dost Kohinoor.

Yeh dil kaise dhadakta hai

Na thamta hai na rukta hai

Har pal dhadakte jaata hai

Na jaane kya kehna chahta hai.

Yeh tootta hai par rukta nahi

Rota hai par thamta nahi

Bade kehte kabhi “dil bada karo”

Wo to lekin baccha hain - uski bhi to kabhi suno.

“Dil ki suno”, “dil se karo”

Yahi sayane kehte hain

Dil to kehta sab kuch

Bas kami sunne mein reh jaati hain.

Dil ye keemti tohfa khuda ka

Mehfooz rakhna farz hamara

Paalan poshan aur saaf swasth rakhna

Yeh bhi hai kartavya hamara.

Aandhi aaye toofan aaye

Is dil pe kabhi aanch na aaye.

Dil jab kisi pe aa jaata hai

Na jaane kya ho jaata hai

Dhadkane tez ho jaati hai

Bechara “overtime” kar jaata hai.

Yeh ruk jaaye to qayamat ho jaaye

Saanso ka silsila ekdam tham jaaye

Barson yuhin ye chalta hai

Isi dhadkan ka naam hi to zindagi hai.

Yeh dil kaise dhadakta hain

Na thamta hai na rukta hain

Na jaane kya kehna chahta hai.

Shaurat ko dhoondte safar mein aage chale gaye zaroor

Peeche mudh ke dekha toh sare rishte reh gaye door.

Na koi saathi na humdum

Shikhar per akele khade hain hum.

Kahan hai woh dost, kahan bhai bandhu

Kahan hai woh khilkhilati hasi

Kahan hai woh beparwaah masti.

In sub ki bali hum dete rahe hur dum

Aur shaurat ke naam pe akele reh gaye hum.

Accha hai kuch raaz tumne

Ab bhi chipaye rakhe hain

Varna ae khuda tumhein

Kaun yaad rakhta.

Koi anhoni jab hoti hai

Mann baichain ho jaata hai

Seene mein hook se uthti hai

Dil dard se karrahta hai

Tum yaad aate ho.

Dharti par jab keher barasta hai

Goliyan seena chhalti hain

Hahakar ki cheekhe uthti hain

Rehem ki sada goonjti hai

Tum yaad aate ho.

Antim saanse jab hoti hain

Apnon se bidaai lete hain

Aankhon se moti girte hain

Aakhri safar ko jab chalte hai

Tum yaad aate ho.

Khushi dhoondne nikle thé hum

Jhowlee mein aaye kayi aansu kuch gum

Khushi dhoondte zindagi bitaayi

Phir bhi khushi haath na aayi.

Khushi kyon humnein na payi?

Kyon hamein khushi raas na aayi?

Phir ek din masoom si awaz yoon aayi

“Kya khushi se mulaqat ho payi??”

Haste haste woh yeh keh gayi

Aur main tub tak samajh na payi

Shiddat se jise dhoondte ho, wohi khushi hoon main

Tumhare har saans mein basi hoon main.

Bahar kahan talashte ho bhai

Mai toh tumhare andar hoon samayi

Apne andar jhank ke dekho

Rub ne beinteha khushiyan basaayi.

Khushi ki talash mein kaynat chaan mari

Nazrein jhukayin seene mein

Dil ke andar usé payi.

Bekhabar is ehsas se thé hum

Khushiyon ke hur pul pass thé hum

Ab umar sari jub beet gayi

Tub humne yeh seekh hai payi.

Close your eyes and see the world beyond

Where peace and tranquility are always found.

Hear the sounds of silence too

The music for the truly true.

A bright light will light the way

To see beyond the “lazy eye”

Stay in there as long as you will

Time for you will then stand still

When you open your eyes slowly

You may then comprehend finally

The mysteries of the world beyond

Where peace and tranquility are always found.

Sunsets crimson in the sky

Telling us of another day gone by

Sunset brings yet daylight tomorrow

Like great joys come from little sorrow.

The clock ticks away its time on the wall

Yet time is timeless of it all

Time is undivided and pace-less

Time is immeasurable and boundless.

Time and tide wait for no man

They both move on since the world began

Racing against time we always are

So much to do and to go so far.

Why are the days just so small?

Why can time not be at our call?

Days gone by are often pleasant

Be they of a prince or a peasant.

The bird of time flies in the sky

It cannot be caged, hard though we may try

It flutters its wings and flies away

To see the light of another day.

Let us then sit upon the banks of the river of time

And watch it flowing

Embracing within us the past with fondness

And the future with all the longing.

Friends, dear friends do not despair

All your sorrows we’d like to share

Would like to wipe the tear off that face

And put a smile on every face.

We know the desert and the raging heat

We know staying there is a great feat

We know Shalaan camp and its plight

We know you have put up a brave fight.

What is happening to you is just not fair

We all know and we all care

Good times will come do not despair

From all of it you will get a fair share.

We understand your anxiety

And promise it’s not for long

Soon it will be a bad dream

Forgotten and gone.

So do not lose hope have courage dear friends

For there will be help and it will be God sent

Friends out there we would like to say

You will not stay that way.

God almighty is very kind

He is always there, just look behind

Do not think you will be left there pining

Think, with every cloud there is a silver lining.

Written during the 1st Gulf war

With heavy hearts we go to war

Wondering why it came this far

Distressed faces, energy zapped

Wondering if every source was tapped.

Is there no stone left unturned?

Have all the efforts been actually spurned?

This is the question on every mind

The answer to which is hard to find.

The world is sad at the outcome today

Chaos and destruction will now come to play

“Scuds” and “patriots” fired in the sky

Panic stricken people shout and cry.

Depression is written everywhere

Tension is filled in the air

Forces fight for what each thinks is right

He will win who has the might.

Innocent peoples’ lives at stake

It will be worse than any earthquake

People keep all night awake

Waiting for their loved ones to return home safe.

Rolling tears from the mother’s eyes

Crying and sobbing of the wives

Children oblivious of the wretched plight

Know not of the complexity of the fight.

What will be the outcome of this bloody war?

But what are we actually fighting for?

Is it the dollar or is it the oil?

Or is it Saddam Hussein’s plot to foil?

Can it be called a Jihad, a holy war?

Or do some self-interests come to the fore?

What is wrong and what is right?

Remains to be seen in the proper light.

Please Mr. Hussein, we plead with you

And Mr. Bush we appeal to you

The world is so beautiful

Do not destroy it.

Come up with a solution and just be done with it

Enough room there is for all to co-exist

Then why with this war do you still persist?

For peaceful solution it is never too late

Change it could the entire world’s fate

The world would rejoice if this hatchet you bury

As great and brave men, then, you will go down in history.

Written during the 2nd Gulf war

A rose will be a rose all its life

Though thorns along its side may thrive

Rose is a symbol of youth and beauty

Kind, gentle, soft and pretty.

Thorns on the side do sometimes hurt

Yet protect the rose for all they are worth

To Aurora and Cupid it is all so sacred

Emblem of beauty and love devoid of hatred.

Bathed in the blood of wounded Venus

The white rose changed its colour since

Undeterred by the worlds callousness

It survives to spread its fragrance.

Pretty petals all so pure

Sad to know how much they endure

Nurture it with care and love

Being more gentle than a dove.

The little bud opens its eyes

Eager to the inviting world

Sometimes blooms and sometimes dies

With its story left untold.

If unloved will wilt away

Disheartened at the world that did not care

And left it just forgotten

All alone to despair.

Thorns may poke fun at the rose

Wanting to hurt it a lot I suppose

But can they reach at the height of the rose?

To destroy its fragrance and its pose.

No one can take it away from this flower

Try what they could in all their power

All alone it can stand

Tall, majestic and stately.

So soft and gentle

And what a beauty

Thus, though the thorns along its side may thrive

Yet a rose will be a rose all its life.