Love Forever

This one, I believe is the best creation of mine. But I have not been able to give it a sufficiently apt name. Tentatively, I named it as 'Love Always' but later changed it to 'Love Forever'. But still I think that it does not even capture the lifeblood of the poem.

I admit that sometimes we fight
When the things don't go right
I know sometimes I frustrate you
I know sometimes I irritate you
I know sometimes I make you mad
But without you, I will be dead

I have always seen you as my better half
So I wanna make a promise on your behalf
That darling, you know that no matter what
You will always have the key to my heart

I can shed oceans of tears without saying a word
And I want to hide myself from this brutal world
But I cannot hide myself from the eyes of you
As both of us know that our love is pure and true

We might be miles away for a while
I might not get to see you smile
I might go lunatic a few days after
When I would not hear your laughter
I might not anymore watch you sleep
But your memories are not skin-deep

The true test of love is distance
It doubles the pleasure of romance
Distance brings lovers closer together
And we will love each other forever

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Beware of Love

"Beware of Love" is my cynical creation. I have taken love with a pinch of salt. I do not intend to become malignant towards true lovers.

When one starts to love someone, he enters into a new phase
He loiters on the love arena and each persona goes backstage

He turns into a moonstruck lover, to all and sundry
And to him, his all kith and kin become secondary

Love makes him dance on its tune all the time
To the extent that he can even commit a crime

He becomes someone he was never before
His life becomes like a ship offshore

I suggest you to do anything but love
Forget the world and fly like a dove

People keep saying that love is blind
But I'd rather say, "Please don't mind"

In fact, love can make anyone blindfold
Keep distance from love as I already told

Love spins its web all around you like a tarantula
"Beware of Love" remains my tried-and-tested formula

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Fever

Friends! You all must have heard of method acting. Now let me give you another term. Well, this happened to me as something like 'method poetry'. I was actually down with fever when I grabbed this one.

Baby, I have got fever
I am still bed-ridden
Can't you see my tears
They ain't at all hidden

I can't move my hands
To give you a tender touch
I am feeling so helpless
I curse myself so much

You and only you can make me
Get off this stinky bed
Come, give me the kiss of love
From your lips divine red

It's all been said and done
We are true heaven's friends
I know what I am doing
I leave my life in your hands

Don't leave me this moment
Then I would surely die
Maybe this is the last time
So let me kiss you goodbye

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If They Were Not There

This is the poem I wrote for my seniors. I'm needless to say anything further. So friends, just feel it.

If they were not there, what would happen to me?
If they were not there, how would my life be?

Whenever I was desperate and my hopes got colder.
In a jiffy, a shape appeared to give me the shoulder.
The cloud of world-weariness cleared, one – two – three.
If they were not there…..

There have been times also when I was confused.
In the company of them, I felt a bit amused.
Now I reminisce we were so footloose and carefree.
If they were not there…..

We together lived ephemeral periods of joy and sorrow.
From life, some golden moments for the present, we did borrow.
At the end of the day, we got defeat and time got victory.
If they were not there…..

In a state of euphoria, we are spending a whole night.
All of us are elated together, nobody is in the plight.
Anyway, this is just a dream that I can’t foresee.
If they were not there, what would happen to me?
If they were not there, how would my life be?

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Kashish

Kashish is a ghazal. Initially, I had wrongly assumed that I would be able to make it a sophisticated one but I was seriously mistaken. You can give it a reading.

Teri aankhon mein, jaane kyun, ek ajeeb kashish si hai
Isi wajah se to maine dil ko apne thodi bandish di hai

Ek arsa pahle bhi, kisi haseen ne mera dil tod diya tha
Tab se maine isko samjhane ki beinteha koshish ki hai

Na aag lagi, na dhuan utha, par dil dono ke jal rahe the
Isi liye aaj tak chandni raat mein sirf tapish hi hai

Labon par toh aaj bhi unke wahi muskaan khelti hai par
Nazarein keh jati hain unke dil mein koi khalish si hai

Mujhe gham dene waale, tujhe khushi ki dua deta hai woh
Jisne aaj tak dhokhe khaye aur aansuon ki baarish pi hai

Kar le jaalim tu, jitne bhi sitam tujhe mujhpe karne hai
Aake dekh, ab maine bhi apne sabra ki aajmayish ki hai

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Rishtey

Hi all! Rishtey is a song through which I have tried to put my views about all sorts of relationships we human beings have with one another. Read it to agree or disagree with me.

Insaan ke banaye gaye rishtey bhi kitne ajeeb hote hain
Aksar woh log dhokha dete hain jo dil ke kareeb hote hain

Lamha-lamha zindagi gujar jati hai, tab ehsaas hota hai
Jinhe hum kabhi samajh nahi pate, woh apne habeeb hote hain

Aur jinhe hum apna humdard, humsaya, humsafar samajhkar
Har raaj batate aaye hain, woh dost na hokar raqeeb hote hain

Aap hazraat ko marne se aur mujhe zinda rahne se dar lagta hai
Hum to woh hain jo har din marhoom zindagi ki saleeb dhote hain

Din-raat ek karke paisa kamaya par yeh kabhi nahi socha
Ki daulatmand insaan dil se kitne bade gareeb hote hain

Ishq ke abhra! Jara khulke baras, mujhe shab-e-furqat ko ilm hua
Ki jin ko kabhi pyar nahi mil pata, woh log badnaseeb hote hain

Habeeb = Friend
Raqeeb = Enemy
Hazraat = Janaab
Marhoom = Dead
Saleeb = Cross used to crucify people
Abhra = Cloud
Shab = Night
Furqat = Separation
Ilm = Realization

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Wake Me Up When The Lecture Ends

This is my parody of the super-hit song "Wake Me Up When September Ends" by Green Day. I guess the title speaks it all. It's all about how a management student attends his lectures (no offense intended). Read it, enjoy it & forget it.

The teacher has just passed
but my nap can never last
wake me up when the lecture ends

like I have seen an H-bomb blast
ninety minutes has gone so fast
wake me up when the lecture ends

here comes the sleep again
slowly into my eyes
getting lost in fantasies
is never ever a vice

as my memory rests
but never forgets what I lost
wake me up when the lecture ends

The teacher has just passed
but my nap can never last
wake me up when the lecture ends

ring out the bells again
just like any class began
wake me up when the lecture ends

here comes the sleep again
slowly into my eyes
getting lost in fantasies is
is never ever a vice

as my memory rests
but never forgets what I lost
wake me up when the lecture ends

The teacher has just passed
but my nap can never last
wake me up when the lecture ends

like I have seen a H-bomb blast
a precious year has gone so fast
wake me up when the lecture ends
wake me up when the lecture ends
wake me up when the lecture ends

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Climax of "A Wednesday"

Hi all! I watched the Hindi movie "A Wednesday" a few days back. The director Neeraj Pandey, being a debutant, has played a safe game and been able to make a commendable movie. I would rather call it a plausible movie presented in a dramatic manner. What people liked in the movie was the conversation between Naseeruddin Shah and Anupam Kher in the climax. However, Naseer Sir's act was more like a soliloquy as the director wanted an India's stupid common man to be heard by the other stupid common men. Anupam Sir was chipping in right on cue at regular intervals. I googled the dialogues but all in vain. Then, I decided to give it a try myself. I took some pain to jot down dialogues which spanned 8-odd minutes. So here you go:

Anupam Kher: Sorry, main kuchh samjha nahi.
Naseeruddin Shah: Aapke ghar mein cockroach aata hai toh aap kya karte hain, Rathore Saahab? Aap usko paalte nahi, maarte hain. Yeh chaaro cockroach mera ghar ganda kar rahe the aur aaj main apna ghar saaf karna chahta hoon.

AK: Tum...Tum ho kaun?
NS: Main woh hoon jo aaj bus aur train mein chadhne se darta hai. Main woh hoon jo kaam par jata hai toh uski biwi ko lagta hai jung pe ja raha hai. Pata nahi lautega ya nahi. Har 2 ghante baad phone karti hai ki chai pee ki nahi, khana khaya ki nahi. Darasal woh yeh jaanna chahti hai ki main zinda hoon ya nahi. Main woh hoon jo kabhi barsaat mein fansta hai, kabhi blast mein. Main woh hoon jo kisi ke haath mein tasbeeh dekhke shaq karta hai aur main woh bhi hoon jo aaj-kal daadhi badhane aur topi pahenne se ghabrata hai. Business ke liye dukaan khareedta hai toh sochta hai dukaan ka naam kya rakhoon. Kahin dange mein mera naam dekhke meri dukaan na jala dein? Jhagda kisi ka bhi ho, bewajah marta main hi hoon. Bheed toh dekhi hogi na aapne? Bheed mein se koi 1 shakal chun lijiye, main woh hoon. I'm just the stupid common man wanting to clean his house.

AK: Aaj achanak yeh stupid common man kaise jaag gaya? Woh bhi 6 kilo RDX ke saath.
NS: Kyun, jaag gaya toh taqleef ho rahi hai? Zindagi bhar ghut-ghutke marte rahne chahiye tha mujhe? Aur yeh achanak nahi hua, Rathore Saahab. Yun samajhiye ki time nahi mila. Roji-roti ke chakkar mein yeh kaam zara neglect ho gaya. Lekin der aaye, durust aaye. Woh baaki ka 1 cockroach bhi aaj hi marega.

AK: Yeh 4 hi kyun? Aur bhi toh hain.
NS: Maine lottery nikaali thi. In chaaro ka naam nikal aaya.

AK: Tum yeh keh rahe ho ki agar humne is 1 Ibrahim ko nahi maara toh na jaane kitne begunaahon ko tum maar doge?
NS: Arey! woh log toh waise bhi marenge, Rathore Saahab. Aaj nahi toh kal. Aur Ibrahim Khan jaise log hi maarenge unhe. Pichhli baar train mein maara tha. Is baar kahin aur maarenge. Aur tab tak maarte rahenge jab tak hum inko jawaab dena nahi seekhenge.

AK: Tum ho kya?
NS: Matlab?

AK: Matlab, Hindu ho, Musalmaan ho, kya ho?
NS: Mere majhab ka isse kuchh lena-dena nahi hai.

AK: Lena-dena hai.
NS: Maine kaha na, I'm just the stupid common man.

AK: Stupid common man?
NS: Right!

AK: Tumhe dar lag raha hai pakde jaane ka, maare jaane ka.
NS: Shayad.

AK: Be specific. Haan ya na?
NS: Haan!

AK: Toh fir yeh dar yaad rakhna. Aur yeh mat sochna ki tum aam aadmi ka jhanda dikhakar bach jaoge. Tum jo saabit kar rahe ho na, woh...
NS: Main saabit kuchh nahi karna chahta, Rathore Saahab. Main sirf aapko yaad dilana chahta hoon ki logon mein gussa bahut hai. Unhe aajmaana band kijiye. We are resilient by force, not by choice. Aapko bebas karne mein mujhe sirf 4 hafte lage. Aapko kya lagta hai ki jo log humein maarte hain, woh humse jyada intelligent hain? Arey! Internet par 'bomb' type karke search maariye. 352 sites milenge ki bomb kaise banaya jaata hai, kya-kya equipment istemaal hota hai. Saara information aasaani se accessible hai, mufat mein. Aap jaante hain ki kapde dhone ka sabun tak 1 potential bomb hota hai, eh? Mujhe lagta hai ki common man ke liye isse jyada useful product aaj tak nahi bana. Galti hamari hai, hum log bahut jaldi used-to ho jaate hain. 1 aisa haadsa hota hai toh channel badal-badalke saara maajra dekh liya, SMS kiya, phone kiya, shukar manaya ki hum log bach gaye aur fir hum us situation se ladne ke bajaaye, uske saath adjust karna shuru kar dete hain. Par hamari bhi majboori hai na? Humein ghar chalana hota hai, Saahab. Isiliye hum sarkaar chunte hain ki woh mulk chalaye. Aap log, sarkaar, police force, intelligence saksham hain is tarah ke pest control ke liye lekin aap log kar nahi rahe hain, sirf shah diye ja rahe hain, eh? Why are you not nipping them in the bud? 1 aadmi gunehgaar hai ya nahi, isko saabit karne ke liye aapko 10 saal lag jaate hain. Aapko nahi lagta ki yeh aapki qaabiliyat par sawaal hai? Yeh saara naatak band hona chahiye. This whole bloody system is flawed. Aap jaise log in keedon ka safaya nahi karenge toh humein jhaadu uthani hogi lekin kya usse hamari is civilized society ka balance bigad jayega lekin kya karein? Rathore Saahab, mujhe yakeen hai ki jo train blast huye, woh sirf 1 terrorist activity nahi thi. Woh 1 bahut bada sawaal tha. Aur woh sawaal yeh tha ki: Bhai, hum toh tumhe isi tarah maarenge, tum kya kar loge? Yes, they asked us this question. On a Friday. Repeated it on Tuesday. I'm just replying on Wednesday.

AK: Tumhari yeh home-made add-salt-to-taste wali philosophy galat hai. Yeh sahi tareeka nahi hai.
NS: Haan, jaanta hoon. Lekin aaj main tareeke ke baare mein nahi, nateeje ke baare mein soch raha hoon.

AK: Tumhara koi jaan-pehchaan wala mara tha in blast mein?
NS: Kyun, mujhe us din ka intezaar karna chahiye jab mera koi apna bewajah is tarah ki jaleel maut mare? Tab mera yeh kadam aapko jaayaj maloom hoga? Haan, jaanna hi toh suniye. Mera apna koi tha us train mein. 20-21 saal ka tha. Naam nahi jaanta main uska. Har roj milta tha first class mein. Faatak pe latak ke, muskura ke, haath hila ke hello kehta tha. Main bhi usko jawaab mein hello kehta tha. Aise bahut saare log the. Ek-dusre ko naam se nahi jaante the, sirf hello se jaante the. Haadse se 1 roj pehle, usne muskurake mujhe apni engagement ring dikhayi thi. He was very happy. Agle roj meri train miss ho gayi. Main bach gaya par woh nahi bach paya. Uske baad jab main train mein gaya toh meri jaan-pehchaan ka koi nahi tha. Sab naye chehre the.

AK: Toh yeh sab tum un purane chehron ke liye kar rahe ho?
NS: Nahi, nahi, nahi. Main itna bhi emotional ya sentimental nahi hoon. I always knew what loss is. Apno ko marte huye dekha hai maine. Lekin Saahab, yeh acceptable nahi hai. Koi maadar...Pardon my language. Lekin koi maadarchod button dabakar mere liye yeh faisla nahi karega ki mujhe kab marna hai. Unhe fakhra hai 92 pe, 93 pe, 2006 pe. Gujarat, Mumbai, Delhi, Malegaon pe. Mujhe fakhra hai khud pe ki main aise logon ko maar raha hoon. Main koi maseeha nahi hoon, Rathore Saahab. Aur yeh main kisi ke liye nahi, sirf apne liye kar raha hoon. Main chahta hoon ki agar mera bachcha ghar se baahar nikle toh bekhauf ghoome kahin bhi, kabhi bhi. Train mein, bus mein, kahin bhi.

AK: Main tumhe samajh nahi pa raha hoon.
NS: Kyunki mere reasons aur meri demand ajeeb si hai na?

AK: Shayad.
NS: Be definite. Haan ya na?

AK: Haan.
NS: Woh log mere jaise 200 ko maare toh theek hai aur main un jaise sirf 4 ko maaru toh yeh ajeeb sa hai, eh? Aapki galti nahi hai. Aam aadmi se yehi ummeed ki jati hai: aam aadmi ki tarah jiyo, aam aadmi ki tarah bardaasht karo aur aam aadmi ki tarah maro. Apne aap ko hi dekh lijiye. Jab tak aapko maloom nahi tha ki main kaun hoon, aap mujhse dar bhi rahe, mujhe seriously bhi le rahe the. Ab maine aapko bata diya ki main 1 aam aadmi hoon toh aapki aawaaj mein achanak 1 confidence aa gaya hai. Shayad aap yeh bhi soch rahe honge ki: achchha, terrorist nahi hai, aam aadmi hai tab toh pakad loonga.

PS: Please, do not think it as a review of the movie and do appreciate my effort if you enjoyed reading the post.