O Wish..

O Wish.. Be true for your own people or atleast for your own sake,

O Wish.. Be true to your lovers who keep saying my wish is not fake,

O Wish.. In entire world you roam.. You trespass into each's heart,

O Wish.. Are you sooo cheap o O i mean you are not on an expensive chart,

Who only rich could buy to make their wishes as lavish as they could,

O Wish.. Thankfully that's not a case.. You are free & you always should,

That all could access to you.. Relate to you as their very very own,

But can't since if you were theirs then could they say my wish to u on phone,

Ha ha ha.. Nai naa.. Since in actual literally none keeps you into their dil,

All just keep saying my Wish my Wish to You & to You too.. But still,

O Wish u remain in heart who lets your feeling out in this way,

My wish to you says.. I wish you a real good life with Octave pay..

               8 figured i mean..👍

First Poem..

The first words.. or say the first poem to you the twenty twenty one,

Feel it.. Embrace it.. Love it or deny it..Discard it to all as serious fun,

The fun it is not.. Though it is serious with a hope for candid new year,

2021 say the people it is.. Hence i put my words to u without fear,

Well as time span 2021 you may have many many up in your sleeves,

To unfold & let entire world know that there won't be any forced leave,

From viruses that you on own might have emptied from your pocket n purse,

Which u could stop emptiying out from there as one old curse,

But you didn't..

Or you didn't want to n all because of your anger..

Anyway🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏..

Anyway anyway.. I am all but to appease you n scirbe a poem for you,

अब तो थोड़ा ख़ुश हो जा यार.. Zing a thing to be with your own who who,

Should i tell this too & i cant since i really don't know it's who you like,

Though i believe its love that you aren't admitting to all because of hike,

In hatred n intolerance n what not.. Well well.. You are the in flow of time yaar,

Hence how can you be afraid of intolerance n hate in your primstine pyaar,

How????..

You can't be since you are so young n beautiful n say with an open mind,

So choice is yours.. Get infected of hate virus or be of super jovial kind..

              Choice is yours..

      Poem is yet to be finished..🌹❤🙏👍..

Warmth..

For a while let me rinse my head into my charm, 

My words for her..To remain in heart completely warm, 

A kind of cold eyes sometimes stares me in deep, 

A corpse I believe it is.. With no emotions no heart beep, 

Dead I feel at those times n then i put my hand on my chest, 

To feel the beats within me & I find it's there beating & have quest, 

I get alive again n I declare there's warmth with in me, 

My eyes get moist as so many emotions run in me free, 

I bind none.. I give these a loving shape thru my words, 

In hope to reach to her warmth.. In alone not as herd, 

But then as ever there remains a tepid silence dead n cold, 

My warmth could not melt her.. I return again n mould, 

Me into fiery ball of warmth so full with lively life, 

I declare till death I wanna live it.. So what even if it's of strife...

Drunk n drunkerd..

Drunked if you are or say one is or say if I am,

Though I am not..

Then stop being one such & begin being one  natural as one aam,

Vyakti.. Admi or say a person who went & did go through a lot,

In daily life from this to that & suffered but why?? give a thought,

Chamchas though did never & all because they may have sold their consciences,

For a few more facilities n in life getting much better choices,

क्या थी वो और क्या हैं या होगीं या हो सकती हैं.. how do I get to know,

क्योंकि मैंने तो कभी भी कुछ पूछा नहीं though they may reap what they sow,

Karmas you know leave none hence to each as per their deeds,

People come people go life goes on..Some fail some succeed,

Some remains partial & biased though some are always fair,

To the core of their heart with mind body & soulful care,

But then why in some as drunk only selfishness & cruelty flow,

No one knows though morals in their life are always low..

At cost of everything & @ the rate of all betrayals..

                                       🙏🙏..

चलो जाने दो.. Ok let's go..

पर कभी किसी को ज़रा सी भी शर्म आई या कोई फ्रक पडा,

नहीं बिलकुल ही नहीं.. क्योंकि उनकी दुनिया मे था खडा,

भेदभाव पैसा रिश्ते और इन आऊस लेविस डेकोरेशनस

नहीं हैं भाई सारी साहब.. फिर भी ये भी घर है इन सबमेशन,

घर है ये अपना और जी.. साहब थे तुम.. और मत बोलो हो एक भाई,

दिल से खून से या चलो वैसे ही.. पर नही थी कहने मे कोई गहराई,

एक अपने कारोबार का सशक्त यहाँ बना अनफिट और रोंदू,

खुद होता वहाँ तो क्या करता क्या रहता बना एक भोंदू,

बिल्कुल नही.. टैक्सी आती कार आती या फिर खुद के अपने आते,

पर दो माह अपने लिए सिर्फ भाई भाई .. पर कौन सा और किस खाते,

 चलो फिर भी.. पर फिर भी कितना समझा गर दिल से कहा था भाई,

ईश्वर जाने और ईश्वर ही समझेंगे इस खुदगर्जी वाली प्रीत पराई,

पैसा पैसा ही तो था और पैसा अब भी है इनके जीवन मे रिश्ते,

अमीर हो तो बुला लोगे.. पर गरीब को भी क्या कह सकते हो आ न यार इस रस्ते...

         कभी नही..  But I let go n move on .. 🙏🙏..

           

एक दिन..

मुफलिसी के दिन थे पर थी ख्वाहिशे हजारों ,

जेब मे न था एक धेला पर थी सपने मे कोई पारो,

सुनता था रोज बापू के ताने पर आये न मुझे बनाने बहाने,

कि कह दूं उनसे कि क्या करूँ किस्मत का जो मेरी न माने,

कहते है कि फूंटी तकदीर की होती नही कोई नुमाइश,

मैं भी चुप रहा ये सोच कि शायद कोई देखेगा ये आजमाईश,

देखा भी और शायद जाना भी दुनिया ने पर फिर भी,

मैंने भी कहा कोई नी.. मैं खुश हूँ पर मैं सह लूगाँ ये बेरुखी,

फिर दिल ने कहा जाने दे यार और देखना एक दिन,

तेरा भी टेम आयेगा जब तेरे सपने न होगें छिन्न भिन्न,

तो इस एक दिन की हसरतों मे गुजार देता हूँ मै अपना वक्त,

क्या करे शिकायत जिन्दगी से और सुनेगा भी कौन सशक्त,

एक दिन और वो दिन होगा कैसा पर तब क्या होगी शिद्दत,

जीने की रहने की खाने की पीने की या कहूँ तो क्या निकलेगी अपनी मईत,

कौन जाने उस इक दिन के बारे.. 🙂👍🙏...

Depress??

like one mesmerizing song I believed.. life shall remain such forever,

full of melodies.. Rinsed with music & lyrics that would end never,

Life I believed..would be an unending siesta of living desires,

embracing these I would keep on sleeping with romantic fires,

ha ha ha.. that was a fascinating dream I think I had had,

some 50 years back when I was a kid having a dream..not bad,

well that was then the past & now is me living in these times,

& times I know are no longer of learning nursery rhymes,

depression I believe is a great cousin of covid these days,

& both are on prowl together & find victims in different ways,

Covid literally remains in hunt of unwearers of masks outside,

& depression literally in hunt of all those who stood besides,

all that can be negative in life.. Though I know it's a mental state,

& that needs to be cured like all other diseases in deadly plates,

I mean there is no greater & stronger desire than to live life,

bad & worst times do come & these do not remain forever as strife,

times in life change & change is forever & do change from days worst,

to better days..hope I believe is the sustaining tonic at first,

Since then I have been consuming this tonic to keep on move,

I don't know where & when I shall perish but I always like to improve,

my skills my living habits & my resolves to live & just never give up,

& if I am being used then let it be.. I'm not gonna squeeze me into pulp,

because of hates of manys..rather i am firm believer of change,

acchay din aayenge & what's harm in believing these in own range,

though I know these won't come yet it's good all the times to live life,

in persual of acche din than to give up own life through inserting own strifes,

 With in & getting Died of Deeply sowed Depressions,

than get on living in real & braving tough times in professions..

                              👍