Tuesday, May 17, 2005


phool khile baharon me..ki teri yaad main karoon
kante bhi saat main hain...ki taqdeer ko naa bhoolon


chaand kya dekhoon...jab aap saamne ho...
kali kya doondoon...jab app mile ho...
mannat kya maangoon...jab aap hamare ho...
jannat kya chahoon...jab app jindagi ho...

kuch kaha

kuch kaha hum ne, sunlijiye man se...
kuch chaha hum ne, samjlijiye dil se...
kuch koya hum ne, aapkey in isharon me...
kuch paya hum ne, aapkey in sapnon me....

milena koi aisa

milena koi aisa hame...
ki milke bichadna jaye....
kabhi jindagi se rootke....
to kabhi hamara dil thodke...


That day when you walked into my life
with your tiny little steps
I could see the spark in your eye
of that never-ending bond between us.
Life was so same everyday until then –
It suddenly got more exciting.

That little cute face of yours made me happy,
though the warmth in your breath felt funny.
And holding you I felt so happy –
happy that I at last have you –
you tiny little soul, whom I shall call Happy…

Things I played with did not mean much.
They were nice, but not warm as you.
Feeling your tiny little feet on me
makes me feel you belong to me.

Somewhere deep something is saying
how wonderful you are, to be for me.
All I can say only with a complete heart
you will be a happy, 'Happy' with me...

Monday, May 16, 2005

Game of Love

I sit by the window gracing the heat of sun
thinking what if
days did not pass by as they did,
tears did not flow by as they did,
and the feeling inside never did exist...

Deep inside, I felt you filled
all my emotions with love,
and all myself with you.
To feel the heaven by you,
walk the sea of love with you,
and to love you – and just you.

What you meant, I thought it was love.
What you said, I thought it was meant.
Love I thought, like that of a flower to dew.
Love I thought, pure in soul and heart.
Never thought for even a moment,
Did not even strike me the slightest.

Touch, I felt was that of a warm heart.
Felt, I thought was that of a deep love.
Innocent was my heart to think so.
Ask my ruptured soul, how is it to be
not to be what I wanted it to be.

Ever did it strike you
to pluck a flower, and feel no pain?
to empty a shell, and feel no shame?
to touch me warm, and feel no love?
Love you said, and what you did...