ये कैसा नया साल है

ये कैसा नया साल है 

जो बुझा हुआ हाल है 

कोई ग़म है या मलाल है 

ये कैसा नया साल है

खून सफ़ेद है पर 

चेहरा सुर्ख़ लाल है 

किस बात का बवाल है 

ये कैसा नया साल है

बदली है रंगत और 

बदली चाल ढाल है 

किस बात का कमाल है 

ये कैसा नया साल है

खो गये हैं ख़्वाब औ'

पिघल गये ख़याल हैं 

रूह गुमशुदा फ़िलहाल है 

ये कैसा नया साल है

सुर नहीं हैं मिल रहे 

बिगड़ी सारी ताल हैं 

न हिज्र न विसाल है 

ये कैसा नया साल है

दौलत का मोल क्या 

तिजोरी मालामाल है 

और दिल से कंगाल हैं 

ये कैसा नया साल है

सोच में सुकूँ नहीं 

ज़हन में बस सवाल है 

ये जी का जंजाल है 

ये कैसा नया साल है

कद बहुत है छोटा 

और आईना विशाल है 

सारी गलत मिसाल हैं 

ये कैसा नया साल है

The Greatest Showman

“The noblest art is that of making others happy”
― P.T. Barnum

I know I am shooting words in the sky
But may be someone out there
Will feel the way I do.
Music clouding all my senses
And dance flowing in the veins,
I am so emotionally overwhelmed,
Seeing people in love
Living a life of passion
Having sparkle in their eyes
Bright smile on faces
And feet always following rhythm of the souls.
The Greatest Showman, they called him
I don't know Barnum, but Jackman surely is
He makes me fall in love everytime,
With him, with art, with every single thing of beauty,
And all those amazingly beautiful people out there
Who just not only put up on a show
They make their lives motto to spread happiness.
I am so emotionally overwhelmed,
Music clouding all my senses
And dance flowing in the veins.
I know I am shooting words in the sky
But may be someone out there
Will feel the way I do.

नज़र मुझसे मिलाती हो

नज़र मुझसे मिलाती हो, तो तुम शरमा सी जाती हो,
लबों को खोल न पाओ, पर एक मुस्कान बिछाती हो,
कभी दामन के साये में, जो तुम पलकें उठाती हो,
छिपी चिलमन के पीछे तुम, मेरी धड़कन चुराती हो,
इसी को प्यार कहते हैं...

Nazar mujhse milaati ho, to tum sharmaa si jaati ho,
Labon ko khol na paao, par ek muskaan bichhati ho,
Kabhi daaman ke saaye me, jo tum palke uthhati ho,
Chhipi chilman ke pichhe tum, meri dhadkan churaati ho,
Isi ko pyaar kahte hain...

Some days summer, Some days spring

Some days summer, some days spring,
Is it so much easy for you to say.
Have you ever looked at those wetty eyes,
Which just search for you all the way.

You left so sudden, without a word,
And you knew you're neva coming back.
You broke her heart, and neva told her,
How to soothe pain caused by the crack.

She was not a game, to have all the fun,
And then end it all just with the day.
Some days summer, some days spring,
Is it so much easy for you to say.

That day was pleasant, when you held her hand in yours,
And told her that you love her the most.
Now she sees teardrops, when she looks at the mirror,
And a cold chill leave her with a frost.

She kept looking, but you never turned back,
And thus passed every night and day.
Some days summer, some days spring,
Is it so much easy for you to say.