Raabta

Yeh jo toote rishton ka gehra zakham hai,

Yeh tera karam hai ya mera karam hai,

Jo mana maine khud ko tera mehram hai,

Yeh mera dharam hai ya tera dharam hai,

Jo teri yaadon ka surkh marham hai,

Yeh tera vehem hai ya mera vehem hai,

Jo in fati ungliyon ki darkaar hai,

Woh mera adhikaar hai ya tera adhikaar hai,

Jo mere kaano mein gunjti teri hasi ki aawaaz hai,

Yeh meri namaaz hai ya teri namaaz hai,

Karvatein badalti aur siskiyan leti jo yeh gehri raat hai,

Kya yahi tere aur mere pyaar ki aukaat hai,

Jo in haathon ki nafzon se dil tak ka raasta hai,

Kya usse bhi maheen tera mujhse raabta hai?

Ek Shaks

Jahan main dekhun wahan bas tera hi aks hai,

Us gehre aks mein khojta tujhe ek shaks hai,

Ek shaks jo tujhse bohot pyaar karta hai,

Jiska dil bas tere deedar se hi bharta hai,

Teri yaad mein yeh dil khaali ho jaata hai,

Par teri ek muskaan se khile bagh ka maali ho jaata hai,

Teri har guzarish ye ab pehle se zyada maanta hai,

Bas waise hi jeena chahta hai, jaise tu usko jaanta hai,

Kabhi palkhein bhi chil jaati hain khare paani se,

Par yeh zindagi aaj bhi gulzar hai teri meri kahani se,

Raat ki karvatein, kamar aur aankh dono ko dard deti hai,

Lekin sab bhool jaata hai yeh sharir, jab ek jhapki bhi tera darsh deti hai,

Sapne mein bhi haathon ke aangan mein tujhe bharne ko jee chahta hai,

Main kin shabdon mein bayan karun wo chain, jo mujhe tab aata hai,

Aaj bhi dil mein kaabiz hai har wo khushi,  jo maine tujhse payi hai,

Tune chand, tara, nadi, parvat ban kar, meri yeh srishti jannat banai hai.

Dreamers

Why do people want us to change?

Why do the things we like to pursue, to some people look strange?

When we do what we feel is right,

And our loved ones don't share the same sight,

They say we have broken their trust,

Is the definition of trust, doing things which they feel right is a must?

No, trust means to believe in the ability of someone,

To give them your hand of support, when they have none,

There is no definition of right to which two people agree,

All you need to do is trust the person and set them free,

Let them live the life they wish to,

Be it falling in love or being part of an aircrew,

Because the ones who are free to pursue their dreams,

Are the only ones who can reach the extremes.

Yours Or Mine

The love that resides within each heart,

We seem to own it ourselves from the very start,

But if it is our love that thrives,

Why do we love doing things that the other person likes,

How do your habits and routine so easily change,

When even a small adjustment was so hard to arrange.

It is actually their love that lives within you,

Transforms your soul, making it fresh and new,

If you feel touched by someone's sufferings, it is their kindness,

If you stand firm for anything correct, it is their rightness,

That is why it's said that hearts get exchanged,

Or a part of you in me, forever gets arranged.

Poetry

Each time I sit to write,

Open my diary and take out a sheet crisp white,

The mind wanders to the heart for direction,

The heart peeps into the soul for reflection,

Images begin to flash on the internal screen,

Mostly are moments of love beautiful and serene,

Sometimes the heart also remembers its griefs,

And occasionally the teachings of life, which have now become beliefs,

The mind now picks up a topic of its choice,

As the heart begins to recite it's unheard voice,

The heart mines itself till the time it is ready to bleed,

Only then does a poem become, worth a read.

Child & Lover

The beautiful feeling that love renders,

Is similar to a sweet newborn, cute and tender,

A glowing smile always keeps the face busy,

The world around you is happy and easy,

Silence is the language most commonly used,

If words are said, they are cheesy enough to get anyone amused,

An embrace is the place they find their best sleep,

With utmost comfort and warmth of the other heart to reap,

There is no worldly fear that seems to matter,

But tears cry hard when the heart shatters,

Nights are spent with eyes wide open,

Gazing at the roof and counting the memories woven,

A child and a lover also share the same heart,

Filled with innocence and selfless love from their part.

My Father

The man I lived with for sixteen years,

The one who taught me to defeat all fears,

Never did I see anger on his face,

His raised voice was always a rumour at our place,

To send anybody empty handed, was not a tradition he pursued,

For getting a yes as an answer, it was not required to check his mood,

A radiant smile always made his face glow,

As if he had nothing else to show,

His blessings are the reason for all that I receive,

His demise is the truth, I still find hard to perceive,

His life was a bundle of joy to cherish,

The wisdom he gave me can never perish,

God came to this Earth to live as my father,

And since then, I am just trying to be one like him rather.