Wednesday, October 24, 2012

" A Final Call "


If you love someone ;
And someone  love you don’t .
It’s none of  your fault ;
For you are the giver ,
And they are the taker.
It shows their weakness
And inability to receive.


If you give joy to someone;
And someone gives you pain.
It’s none of  your fault;
For you spread the cheers,
And they hold the fears.
It shows their weakness
And inability to reconcile.


If you help someone ;
And someone stab your back.
It’s  none of  your fault;
For you spread your arms,
And they close their hearts.
It shows their weakness
And inability to surpass.


If you offer a rose;
And someone  prick you thorns.
It’s  none of  your fault;
For you own the meadows,
And they  bore the shadows.
It shows their weakness
And inability to profuse.


 If you bless someone;
And someone curse you back.
It’s none of  your fault;
For you shield the white,
And they shed the black.
It shows their weakness
And inability to transit.


If you move ahead;
And someone pulls you back.
It’s none of your fault;
For  you are the winner,
And they are the loser.
It shows their weakness,
And inability to proceed.


If you keep your promise,
And someone ditch you midway.
It’s none of your fault;
For you are the fulfiller,
And they are the quitter.
It shows their weakness,
And inabilty to persist.


If you are true to someone;
And someone cheat you behind.
It’s none of your fault;
For you keep your conscious clear,
And they are the fakers.
It shows their weakness,
And inability to seer.


If you care for someone;
And someone hurt you back.
Forgive them with showers;
For there is a supreme power,
Who keeps watch, sees and hear.
There comes  -- “ A Final Call ”
When he gives judgement to us all.

Monday, October 22, 2012

सफर



ये कैसा सफर है जिसमे 
ना  हमराज़ है ना हमसफ़र है 
ना  रास्ता है  ना  मंज़िल है 
बस बंजर ही बंजर है 

ये कैसा मौसम है जिसमे 
ना बसंत है ना बहार है 
ना पतझड़ है ना बरसात है 
बस चक्रवात ही चक्रवात है 

ये कैसा सफर है जिसमे 
ना आशा है ना विश्वास है 
ना अपना है ना जहां है 
बस बनवास ही बनवास है 

ये कैसे दिन रात हैं जिसमे 
ना सूरज है ना चाँद है 
ना सुबह है ना शाम है 
बस अन्धकार ही अन्धकार है 

ये कैसा जीवन है जिसमे 
ना ख़ुशी है ना  उल्लास है 
ना अमृत है  ना  ज़हर  है 
बस प्यास ही प्यास है