Who am i??

A nice composition or a beautiful lyrics sung ever...
just simply a girl, a wonderful creature designed by infinite spirit ever...
people know me as "Latika", lovely name given to me by best parents ever...
just want to unlock the truth of the amazing gift "life" given by supreme power ever...
want to tune the radio of my life to the sweetest song sung ever...
spreading the aura of humanity by the most fragrant garland of words made ever...

Who is this She??

Trapped wings, open sky
still she wants to fly high,

everyone must be wondering now
who is this she??
guess all dear folks...
who is this "she"??

she is none other than
a beautiful angel,
what we call daughter??

isn't she the person
who is burden on her
family,
some people might say.....

no...no..its wrong my dear..

i think she is the feather of
her father's cap...

hmm..feather of her father's cap??

but how??
becoz she is a person...

who make him proud of
whatever she do..

who let him reach on
cloud nine via his magical cap...

who is ready to unfasten her
life belts when examined to put her best..

who holds the spirit to play with
challenging environment
until she proves that she is best...

who abide by his teachings
wherever she goes..

who speaks as if nightingale
is singing...

who holds the power to melt
him when he got tough..

whose smile reflects the
healing touch..

whose eyes posses a
ray of hope...

who enlightens the family
with her glittering charm..

who aspires to be his little
princess forever..

who is the jewel of
his crown..

isn't she the real angel???

now, tell me
what do you think...
"who is this she???"

aakhir kya chahte hai "panne"??

waqt ke daraaz me rakhe
purane "panne" kuch kehna
 chahte hai..

is neeli shiyahi ki dastan
byaan karna
chahte hai..

gamon ki nagri mein
khushi ki lehar jagana
chahte hai..

beete lamho ka ek shabnami
jaam pilana
chahte hai..

khwabo ke aashiyane
mein jaan dalkar
shabdo ki duniya ki ser karana
chahte hai...

yaado ki kasak jagakar
rishto ki door ko mehkana
chahate hai..

din raat daudti zindagi ki
surgam ko chokar...
ek nayi dhun gungunana chahte hai..

tanhai mein aaksar hamse milna
chahte hai..
khamooshi mein bhi koi raag
sunana chahte hai...

nazrein duniya ki jab sath
chod de..
us mod par ek awaaz dena
chahte hai..

is mitti ki murat(insan) ko
uske hal-e-dil se
rooh-bhruh karana chahte hai..

lamha lamha waqt guzar jayega
rooh ka daman bhi sath chod
jayega..
waqt ke dayre se hum nikal na
jaye..

isliye likh le e zindagi kahani
is afsaney ki ye batlana chahte hai..
waqt ke najakat ka ehsaas dilana chahte hai....

Bata-e-Zindagi

har khushi hai logo ke daman mein
par ek hansi ke liye waqt nahi,

din raat daudti duniya mein
zindagi ke liye hi waqt nahi,

maa ki lori ka ehsaas to hai
par maa ko maa kehne ka waqt nahi,

saare rishton ko to hum mar maar chuke
ab unhe dafnane ka bhi waqt nahi,

saare naam mobile mein hai
par dosti ke liye waqt nahi,

gairon ki kya baat karen
jab apno ke liye hi waqt nahi,

aankhon me hai neend badee
par sone ka waqt nahi,

dil hai gamon se bhara
par rone ka bhi waqt nahi,

paison ki daud me aise daude
ki thakne ka bhi waqt nahi,

paraye ehsason ki kya kadr karein
jab apne sapno ke liye hi waqt nahi,

tu hi bata-e-zindagi
iss zindagi ka kya hoga,
ki har pal marne walo ko
jeene ke liye bhi waqt nahi.

Yaadein bachpan ki

waqt ki raftar ko kon rok paya hai
kal mai kaha thi, aur aaj kaha
ye sab waqt hi ki to maya hai....

papa ke laad aur maa ke pyar se
aaj bhi aankho me pani bhar aaya hai
nanhi pari ne dekhe dher saare sapne
jinhe poora karne to aaj door bhi use jana hai...

yuhi jivan ke panne palat
khayal mere man me aaya hai
jo bachpan ki yaado ko taja kar
samne mere laya hai...

yu bhaiyo ke saath ladna, jhagadna aur
saara din bas masti karna...
yu baat-baat par rooth jana aur phir
khana na khana...

apni galti hone par bhi papa ko chilakar kehna.....
"papa shivam mar raha hai.."
yu har agli chuti par nanighar jana
aur waha jamghat bana sab baccho ka masti karna....

wo mama ki dukan se bar-bar
toffi lekar khana..
aakhir kitni mithi aur swadisth hoti
thi wo toffi..

aaj wo gazak mano wahi toffi thi..
aur meri pyari se "Udi..." wo bachpan
jo mere jehen me utar aaya...

uski jigyasa ne mujhe aaj phir
baccha ban jane ko utsuk sa kiya..
uske prashno ka uttar dene ne..
mano mujho history/geography yaad
dilane ko majboor kiya...

aaj bhi unhi baccho ka jamghat to hai..
lekin waqt shayad kuch badla-badla sa hai..
sab mano bahut samajdar ho gaye ho..
aur apni-apni manjil ko pane ke liye
ek rah ki taalash kar rahe ho...

lekin bachpan to abhi bhi hai..
baccho ke saath baccha ban jana ko
to ji aaj bhi chahata hai...

bas is waqt ki door ko muthi me thaam
bachpan ki yaado ko sametne ko ji chahata hai....

Adbhut Nari

shabdo ko piro kar ek abhivyakti rachna chahati hu
kala ke kalatmak se yeh karya karna chahati hu,

door ek punchi tak pehgam puhchana chahati hu
ek naye aayam ko anjaam dena chahati hu,

nari hu nari ka vyaktitva nibhana chahati hu
nari ke astitv ko bulandio par le jana chahati hu,

nari ke prati drishtikon badalna chahati hu
ek naye yug ka nirman karna chahati hu,

har dukh ke kehar ko mitakar
khushi ki lehar ban jana chahati hu,

nadi bankar sagar se mil jana chahati hu
namkinta ko mithas me parivartit karna chahati hu,

nari ko nar ki kamjori na banane dungi
nari ko nar ki shakti banana chahati hu,

andhiyare me ujiyare ki chamak lana chahati hu
swecha se apni har karya karna chahati hu,

phoolo ki khushboo se mehakna chahati hu
chidya ki chachahat ko mehsus karna chahati hu,

kadam se kadam milakar aaj me chalna nahi
dodna chahati hu,

shabdo ki duniya ka brahman
karna chahati hu,

chahati hu bahut kuch, lekin purna hoga kya??

isi prashna chinha ko hi to uttar me badalna chahati hu,

Ha....mai nari hu..
or bas nari ke astitva ko ek nayi pehchan dena chahati hu...

Reality-The Origin of Land of Fantasy

vision of ecstasy
may be quite near,
origin of land of fantasy
may not be a fear,

liveliness of dream
may be quite alluring,
weariness of reality
may not be disgusting,

delightness of virtual world
may be quite cheerful,
darkness of actuality
may not be dreadful,

real delight of highest world
saturates the whole being,
and fantasizing is healthy
when one accepts the real being....

MAA

mann mai basi hai jiski surat
wo to hai mamta ki murat,

mamta uski itni nirali
karde charo aur hariyali,

karna mat tum usko dukhi
kyunki rakhti hai wo sabko sukhi,

apni ichao ko bhulakar
karti sabki icha poori,

nirmal hai uska charitra
jaise hai ganga pavitra,

ungli pakad ke chalna sikhati
pyar se humko gale lagati,

dua humko har pal deti
badle mai wo kuch na leti,

bol hai uske itne mithe
chu jaye jo dil ko sidhe,

khushi ki wo aise lehar
jo rakhti door har dukh ka kehar,

jhalak uski itni pyari
tarse jiske liye aankhiya hamari,

kitni sundar hai uski maya
jo har pal deti humko chaya,

ishwar bhi chahe jisko pana
hai wo mamta ka anmol khajana,

sabke dil pe jaye cha
hai wo pyari maa.....