Hamare dum mein nahin

Har taraf uska chehra nazar aaye
Khwabon mein usiki mehek,
usi ka sparsh nazar aaye
In sab ki vastavikta se tulna karne ka jigar to hummne nahin,
par use bhool pana bhi hamare dum mein nahin

Kehte hain saahilon pe kagaz ki kashti ka koi kinara nahin hota
Hume bas kinara nazar aaye
par ustak pahunchna kaise
Hamare dum mein nahin
Use bhool pana hamare dum mein nahin…

Ye mehfil, ye zindagi
sab adhoori si lage
Mann mein kahan kuch
sab pyasa sa lage
Bas uski yaad aur hamara deewanapan nazar aaye
Par iss sab ko bhar pana,
Hamare dum mein nahin
Use bhool pana hamare dum mein nahin…

That’s Our Friendship

The breeze of joy
The fire of love
The reflection of memories
That’s our friendship

Blossoming flowers of trust
whirling winds of wonderful moments
That’s our friendship

The silent talks
The understanding so intense
The desire to be with each other forever
That’s our friendship

Like the mesmerising beauty of the full moon
Like the soothing rays of the setting sun
Like the enchanting blue river waters
Like the feeling of soring high in the skies
Its all so great, o dear friend
I simply wonder,
Is there a heaven even more beautiful!!

Tera Saath

Kyun sirf chhu kar hi chali jaati hai ye pawan

Kyun do pal hi aati hai ye khushi

Kyun nahin theher jaati ye chandni raat

Kyun ujala hai saath laata ghana andhera

Kyun murjha jaata hai ye phool sandhya hote hi

Mujhe, bas itna vishwaas dila de e dost

Tera haath mere haath ko sirf chhuu kar hi na chala jaaye

Usme itna dum zarror ho

ki vo iss duniya k pehluon ko badal sake…

The Setting Moon

When I look beyond the uncountable stars

And the bright moon moving away in the dark,
I have a strange feeling,

That all this would end soon

and so does it,

atleast for me

Because when I see it moving in a well defined fashion

I can read something,

something that curses the moonlight

the darkness I believe…

But this moving moon

Holds all the life’s goodness

It holds some desires,

It holds some wishes…

Wishes of the desired future

And the desire of the prospected one

Wishes of a beautiful song

And the deisres of the incomplete one

Wishes of the new existence

And the desire of the new LIFE…

The moon goes down,

but where, without a hint

But its beautiful light left behind for a moment

promises the settlement of the wishes

and the fulfillment of the desires

And the left behind stars still twinkling in the dark

promise

that the promise would be kept with care,

Knitted in a beautiful cover of fulfillment

And the hope of desiring the wish again…

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