कुझ ते

कुझ ते उस शहर दे लोग वी जालम सन,
कुझ सा नू उथे जा मरण  दा शौंक सी,

कुझ तपदे सूरज दी तपशां वी झुलसांदिया सन,
कुझ लोगां दे मिजाज वी रेंदे  हर वेले नाराज़ सी...

पर फिर वी  कुझ ठंडी हवावां वी बन्दिया सन,
कुझ सानू वी घुमन दा शौंक सी,

ऐथै तपदे सूरजां दी तपशां वी घट सन,
कुझ एस शहर दे लोग वी करीब सी,

कुझ ते चेहरां ते मुस्कानां वसदियां सन,
कुझ तरीके जिक्र वी अजीज सी,

कुझ कहानियाँ सुनान दे अदांज वी दिलचस्प सन,
कुझ सानु वी सुनन दा शौकं सी,

कुझ ते मौसम वी खिलदे अते खुशगवार सन,
कुझ सानु वी फुल उगान दा शौकं सी,

कुझ बेखौफ फिजांवा वी टुरदियां सन,
कुझ वसदे मीं विच भिजन दा शौकं सी,

कुझ दरियावां दे पानी वी मिठे सन,
कुझ किनारे बैठ सोच विचार करन दा दौर सी..

Back to future.. Oh really??

Like.. On one fine day I came across some thing regal & new,
That was fascinating & exciting.. It was a chance to cross a dew,

Well actually it wasn't.. It was a blinder to cross into times,
Of Kings.. Queens.. Princes n princess & who lived majestically prime,

In their royal plush palaces.. Amidst army of their servants
With their swollen prudent prides.. That really had no contents

Churning out verdicts in favour or against without any proof,
Means everything was based upon heresays or feeded goof,

That conspirators used to feed them lavishly with golden spoons,
Hence the culprits got acquitted & innocents got convicted as goons,

And here I was amidst these as invisible witness who knew the facts,
But could do nothing to protect innocents hence decided to retract,

To future ofcourse.. To import the kinds of  recording devices,
Audio.. Video.. Still.. Cctv.. Means of all kinds to fight vices,

But then how will these run & operate in that no electricity age,
How.. Howwww.. Then an idea sneaked in.. That use Sun's rage,

Thus bring in solar devices that could operate all these,
Means opening a mega शोरूम  in past & travelling future with ease,

To import all these into भूतकॉल.. In showroom run by me of present,
Then to travel back to future from my भूतकॉल of time recent,

Confused I got or getting or shall get.. Couldn't know where i am,
In past.. Present or future.. Until I got a jolt.. To get off from this scam,

That was like a sudden awakening from my wintery night dream,
Where I dreamt off being a saviour or योद्धा.. With roaring scream..

              ... Oh really..

Trials..

Life as usual & again had put me on trial of pains,
Alright I said.. I accept your gift without any disdain,

Since months I've been going through the extruating pain,
But I haven't complained.. Neither did I put it as destined gain,

Well persisting with it.. I keep working to my best strength,
And I keep hoping for good days n sound sleep at length,

I know these shall come sooner than later as God's generosity,
Treating trials as God's wish n will.. No remorse.. No animosity,

And even if i have then what use shall it have in throwing curses,
Upon each good enough.. Except.. It will dirt n drain my soul purses,

That i always like to keep full with love laughter n hope,
With bits of humour.. Good wishes n longing for 🎶 rope,

That is infinite.. Hence I keep listening to put trial at ease,
Pain I agree soothes in it.. Keeping faith intact.. Along with 🎶 peace...

Let's do it again

Let's do it again.. Let's scribble a few lines & as usual unto me,
Means narrating my own trials in life without being the,

Biased & blind partial.. And without being bitter & divert,
🆗.. Alright.. Putting up a ☺  & feeling 😔 but for what

I don't know.. Hence I call this as my mood of being in here,
With many questions but none to be asked.. To be fair,

Staying calm yet observing every bitterness of them,
Experiencing partiality that is so complete with stem,

That can't be uprooted since it's all there with in down in seeds,
And neither should I expect any miracle to happen to this creed,

Hence let's compromise upon this status quo.. Of partial latitude ,
These shall remain as such & I too am of no reformist attitude,

I am sure of my capabilities & I judge me basing upon these,
While all other.. And it's natural.. By what I did in my duties,

इतना थोड़ा सा तो express कर दो यार.. Though I don't beg of you,
But I guess that at least you are this much of human in true,

Leaving all unto you.. And letting you know.. I stand no bitter,
It's 🆗 & perfectly fine.. And as long I exist & stay fitter,

I shall keep on working till my last breath with a ☺ on face,
Enjoying all biased ness that life gives to me.. Just in case..

         ... Feeling 😔..
          ... But then who cares..
          .... Hence ☺..

Look

I am not feeble .. I am not बेचारा.. I am not weak,
I may not be the strongest.. I may not have scaled a peak,

I am a human.. A human being with all kinds of emotions,
And getting over crowded by these are never my notions,

I keep these in check most of the times.. Saying my emotions n me,
Let these be in.. Personal & private.. Let these roam free,

With in.. Sometimes in corners of my eyes as my weird tears,
That climbed to jump out.. But I held these back.. Whisper.. Stay near,

I need you to wipe out bitter words.. Scars n pains,
That come in plenty these days towards me.. For what gain,

I don't know.. Really I have no idea 💡 as to what for these,
All I know that in trying to ease things I get screwed with ease,

Yet I keep living with ease n keep pershing all vague thoughts,
I keep simmering a faith of अच्छे दिन 🌇 with in at naught...

      कभी तो ये दौड़ेगे  ।।

In the train..

Again In the train.. Passing through mingled terrains,
I peeped outside.. Reconnected me with memories lanes,

Years gone by and in tinted I could see me changing into greys,
And Me still travelling in classes.. N me with cola n lays,

That I have been drinking n munching perhaps since steam days,
To keep my self fit n a bit of travelling trainite.. Ushering to say,

Something on my words pad with tries to put some nostalgic lines,
Bringing back memories of one mesmerizing with hearty shines,

Well who once upon the time was reigning queen of travelling clan,
Different styles n different tastes she flayed.. All with majestic elan,

With mystic luxury.. And with flamboyance of elegance n grace,
In pearls galore. .  She always had an inquisitive smile on her face,

A kind of amazing diva.. With the heart of gold.. A heart that beat,
For social causes n concerns.. An angelic delight with visual treat,

Well she I believe exist somewhere perhaps with her inbuilt beliefs,
Liberal n astounding successful life I believe she enjoys in brief,

I keep this memory of her always young n fresh in my mind,
I visualise her spreading a joy.. Being loving n kind,

Nothing got changed except vanishing greys over my head,
These are now few n far in between.. Above in their shinning bed,

Only that I have to get these to stay fit and trim,
To look nice.. Evenly n tidy.. Short shining and prim,

Nevertheless.. I don't hold any walkman now n nor do I listen ganna that long,
Neither do I shed nostalgic tears thou I  haven't forgotten those songs,

I do listen these on my own bed @ home.. That still remains my buddy,
Witness to all sexual feats of me.. Normal ofcourse not muddy,

Well the trains unusually get late these days for no reasons,
It can be lethargy or irresponsible attitude or perhaps a hidden treason,

I don't know n All..

I know that travelling in trains these days aren't that romantic,
Delayed trains with filth squatter around.. Spread by morons n lunatic..