Bichadne ka wajah doori nahi hoti,
dosti na nibhaye esi majboori nahi hoti..
Yaad na aye tum mujhe,
mera koi din ese poori nahi hoti...

-joker-

traffic light

Dusk and dawn,
real or drawn,
seems the same,
except the name..
The sky turns red,
at the horizon ahead,
the sun red and bright,
like the traffic light..

Is it so,
that the reddish glow,
twice a day,
has something to say,
that god in his way,
has wisdom to convey..
It seems to me,
and it may as well be..

At dawn the call,
to one and all,
from the sky red,
to get out of bed..
Your slumber to stop,
your head to pop,
your dreams to end,
to strech and bend..
To start a day new,
to do your tasks few,
to get out there,
and do your share..

At dusk again,
the sun does gain,
that reddish hue,
for minutes few..
It seems to say,
here ends your day,
go home and rest,
you've done your best..
Take off your shoulders,
those heavy boulders..
Sans mask and hood,
rejoice what was good,
and if the day was bad,
let heal those wounds sad..
Stop all, the sun does say,
stop now and end this day...

Thus glows the traffic light,
big, round, red and bright..
At dusk and dawn, everyday,
and god's words, it does convey...

-joker-

DEVIL'S BOON

I saw her tears,
that gave me fears..
I saw her smile,
my thoughts ran a mile..
Whatever be,
that her face shows me,
I try to find,
the reason behind..
Good or bad,
jolly or sad,
we wreck or sow,
we ask, why so??..
I often wonder,
beyond wonder,
why should I,
behind reasons fly?..
Deep inside,
the fact I hide,
that I do know,
why we are so..

The innate evil,
the boon of devil,
the seed unknown,
in Adam was sown..
It blossomed fast,
and behold!! At last,
was born curiosity,
that slaughtered divinity..

The seed then spread,
from blood to blood,
from father to son,
and in me came one..
I know it's there,
like a devil's snare,
gripping me harder,
when I move farther..

The world to see,
from reasons free,
I've tried in vain,
time and again,
the devil's boon,
doesn't end by noon..
I know this too,
that I can't sue..
But still I believe,
a day I shall live,
and on that day,
whatever may,
the world I shall see,
from reasons free..

Then I shall smile,
just by your smile,
and cry for your tears,
without reasons or fears..

Peace shall be mine,
and my heart divine...

-Joker-

THE THREE WOMEN OF MY LIFE

Succesful men, I've heard,
has a woman, with a helping hand..
But this man here, I now admit,
without three, can't even stand...

And as always, my mother comes first,
without her, there wouldn't be me..
Loving and caring, strong and demanding,
the very right mix, as a mother should be...

"to thee I owe, this very life,
at thy very feet, my heaven I see..
To tell you this, I've tried and failed,
alas! My love, you may never see...

You gave me all, and i returned nil,
guilty I am, and shall ever be..
Still the past, I wish to undo,
and as u wish, I want to be..."

The next a woman, I wouldn't call,
'coz always to me, a kid she'll be..
Too mature, beyond her age,
but just a kid, she's always to me...

From the time I remember, she's been there,
as a friend, a sister and a guide..
She listens to me, in joy and pain,
from her never, I shall anything hide...

To speak of her, in paper and ink..
to fill the sea, with pebble and sand..
To measure the love, in her heart..
Impossible tasks, for a human hand...

Many a times, when I'm safe,
after an attack, of troubles sinister..
I have wondered, beyond wonder,
how men manage, without a sister...

And now the last, but not the least,
I present, the love of my life..
Calm and quite, and beautiful too,
she with her smile, lighted up my life...

She brought with her, to my life,
joy and smile, and all things good..
In sun and rain, and darkest of nights,
in flood and famine, by me she stood...

"dear oh dear!, I speak to you,
you stood by me, and I shall by you..
And this my dear, I pledge to you,
you stood by me, and I shall by you..."

There you go, my confession,
before you all, bare I stand..
This man here, I now admit,
without these three, can't even stand...

-joker-

is mohobbat, is pyar ke hum gulam he..
Kanta bhi de agar haske, lagta he gulab he...

-joker-

RAHEEM (my first story)

Raheem is happy because he is lucky or so his mother, Fathima, says. He doesn't know what she means but according to her he's lucky because he's alive. He way have lost a leg but he's still alive and that's all that matters to her. She had lost 5 of her children and her husband to the war. So a crippled child was a very good bargain.
They live on the outskirts of a village (I'll not mention the name or that may start another war). Fathima kept her child away from all the other children or any other human being.
Raheem remembers nothing of the bomb that fell on his home three years back when he was just five.
Fathima keeps telling her child that it is normal for children to have only one leg and the other wil grow when he grows up. "one day when you wake up you will also have two legs. Every night pray to god that your legs grow fast.." she says to him.
And every night he prays " oh god.! I know that my leg won't grow but please don't let my mother know.. Do me a favor god.. Don't make othe children like me. Save them or kill them but don't make them like me.."
Raheem is happy because his mother says so..

-joker-

Karna tha bahut kuch hame magar,
zindagi bita diya soch soch me..
Pata nahi kya socha tha mene,
ro raha hu me ab yahi soch ke...

-joker-

bhari mehfil me ae mere dost,
khate he hum is jaam ki kasam..
Chodenge na kabhi tera saath,
na thodenge ye kasam,..

-joker-

Hasi ki wajah na doondo,
na lo gam ka sahara..
Is kadar haso gam me bhi,
ane se dare aasu bi dubara...

-joker-