Sunday, March 4, 2007


What is this life?

Is it a cup of wine?
Which with every sip, gets more empty.
No, life is not this all.

Then, is life a tree?
Which has many flowers on it,
And with every flower, it looses its fragnance.
No, this is not all about life.

Then, is it an ocean?
Deep but getting shallower with every loosing drop of water.
No, this is certainly not the life.

Then, what is the life?
Life is really a cup of wine,
But that, which with every sip,
Fills the soul with more life.

Life is that tree,
Which with every flower,
Fills the life with more fragnance.

Life is that ocean,
Which deepens with every giving drop of water.

Life is not this all,
Life is that feeling,
Which fills every moment of life with more life......


Manytimes... manytimes...
I feel alone.
Many times, I feel like,
Life has somewhere gone.
I search a lot,
To the distant miles,
But found nowhere,
A face with smile.

Manytimes, I feel like,
I am lost,
Lost in the world,
Which is dry n frost.
Lost in the world,
Clever and cunning,
Lost in the world,
Viciously running.

Manytimes, I limit,
Myself to my room,
Which is absurd, inept,
But full of silence and gloom.
I kept sitting,
In a corner deep and dark,
Thinking of the life,
Which is leaving without a mark.

Manytimes, I ask,
God for a smile,
And he always told me,
To wait for a while.
Manytimes, I wait,
But no more can I,
Hey God, soon tell,
Where the life lies......

Saturday, March 3, 2007

Realm of Life

Yeh zindagi hai,
Kabhi hasaati hai, to kabhi rulaati hai,
Kabhi haule se gamon pe muskurati hai,
Kabhi suhaani yaadein ban humko gudgudati hai,
Kabhi kisi ki yaad me pal-pal tadpa jati hai.
Zindagi tujhe aaz tak na koi samajh paya,
Zindagi tera raaz kya, na koi jaan paya,
Zindagi tu hai kahaan, kya chaman ke us paar,
Zindagi kuch to bataa, kaisa hai tera pyaar.
Zindagi tujhse karoon to karoon bhi kya gila,
Sab mera apna hi hai, dukh dard jo bhi mila,
Zindagi aaz maangte hain tujhse ek zindagi,
De de pataa nahi, kya mile phir kal sila.....