Saturday, November 5, 2011

Broken Heart

I loved her with my whole heart,
But she was in search of some very smart.
She was pretty, polite and my friend,
But can't be my love, just wants to be a friend,
Till life's end.

I have been present always, in her need,
Whatever she does, I like her deeds.
She was smart, cute and kind,
Was good-nature and fit in my mind.

I remember the day, the first time she met,
Got a chance to talk, sat together and went.
In front of all, talk very less, she feels shy,
Pretend to help, to talk me in presence of all guys.

Obsessive was I about her, in our friendship's inception,
She was my love, but I was just a friend in her perception,
But I will win her heart someday, was my intention.

The day came, she met the man, smart and rich,
They became friend and their love was at high pitch.
His fame, his wealth, suppressed my love,
Mercy for her in my heart, decided me to stay as doves.

No rudeness, no anger, since my love is not fake,
In her love, I improved myself for her sake.
Now I am free, out of love's cage,
Not want to ruin my life by getting into a rage,
As love is selfless, said by some sage.

Broken heart, got a lesson that attachment gives pain,
True love, the cause of sorrow in the era of brain.

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

सत्य की राह नहीं छोडूंगा ...

दुःख सह सकता है जो मनुष्य महान |
पा सकता है वह सत्य का ज्ञान ||
न भय हो जिसको होने का अपमान |
बन सकता है वह पुरुष महान ||

सत्य से न होती किसी को हानी |
केवल उनको जो करते है बेईमानी ||
जो बोलता है हरदम सत्य की वाणी |
न चलती उसके सामने किसी की मनमानी ||

सत्यवादी होता है हरदम अभय |
जिसकी होती सदा विजय ||
जो सब सेह के, रह सकता निर्भय |
कठिन परिस्थिति के पश्चात् अवश्य उसकी होती है जय||

सत्य की रह पे चलते हुए हो जाये भले अपमान |
इस राह पे चलने वाला कभी न होता है बदनाम ||
जो न लाभ या कष्ट के पीछे बदले अपना ईमान |
उसकी रक्षा करने आते स्वयं परमेश्वर भगवन ||

माना सत्य की राह पे चलना होता है कठिन |
पर इस राह पे मिलते है मनुष्य सज्जन हर दिन ||
झेलनी पड़ती है दुविधा, जीवन हो जाता कठिन |
किन्तु फल होता है मीठा सत्य का और मिलता है एक दिन ||

हर झूठा, असत्य, अन्याय से लडूंगा |
सत्य से मुंह नहीं मोडूँगा ||
सत्य पे चलने वालो का साथ जोडूंगा |
चाहे झेलना पड़े कितना भी, सत्य की राह नहीं छोडूंगा ||

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Farmer - A man of patience

Great Farmer in the field of farm,
with tanned face and muscular arm.

In all the seasons, ready to endure,
heat, cold or rain without any fear.

He works for all, sow in seed,
his endeavor makes everyone feed.

From dawn to dusk, works in soil,
in the hope to get, crops in pile.

Son of the earth, friend of animal,
keeps patience and lives normal.

Believes in present, works for future,
with optimistic mind and patient nature.

Cultivate the land, plows the field,
serve all mankind, with useful yield.

Wakes up before the dawn, present in field till exist sunlight,
prays the God, goes to home, as soon as begins the night.

No need of bed, no delicious food,
tired with chores, gets sleep so good.

Made for farm, born for soil,
ignites lamp of life, with perseverance as oil.

Saturday, September 17, 2011

मेरा क्रोध

मेरे क्रोध का कारण है, मेरा अहंकार |
मै ना किसी कि बात सुनु, अच्छी हो या बेकार ||

क्यों मै उसकी बात मानु, क्यों करु सम्मान |
मै जो कहुँ वही सही है, केहता मेरा अभिमान ||

मेरे क्रोध के कारण से, मिला मुझे अपमान |
कभी ना क्रोध से लाभ मिला, हरदम हुआ नुक्सान ||

इस क्रोध ने छीन लिए, मेरे सारे मित्र |
अब मित्र मुझे केहते है, मै हुँ बड़ा विचित्र ||

कोई ना मेरे समीप आए, सारे मुझसे राह बचाए |
कर दुँगा मै दिन को नष्ट, ये केहके सब जान छुड़ाए ||

अब मै अपने क्रोध से, हो गया हुँ लाचार |
लोग मुझे केहते है, कष्ट देना ही लोगो को, है मेरा विचार ||

किसी प्रकार से त्याग दुँ जो, मै अपने क्रोध का अंगार |
लोग मुझे क्षमा करे, मै सुधारु अपना विचार ||

Saturday, September 10, 2011

Her Smile

I am eager to see her face, her smile
whether I live near to her or stay long mile.

I don't want her to hug me or meet me,
I just want that she love me and miss me

I can stay for her in forest and woods,
in any kind of climate without water and foods.

Thinking of her make me smile, speaking to her make me happy,
that is the reason friends of mine , call me mad, call me crazy.

At any cost I don't want her hate,
whether she's mine or someone else.

She is beautiful, she is cute,
her wonderful smile, makes me mute.

In any situation, if she will cry,
to make her happy, I will make all kind of try.

I am eager to see her face, her smile
whether I live near to her or stay long mile.