Friday, December 12, 2008

waqt- by Sandip Acharya

aksar main waqt se jab baatein karta hoon ...
purane lamhon main kuch is tarah kho jata hoon ...
papa ki daat padh le warna fail ho jaana tane ...
maa ka pyar kha le warna sookh jaana tane ...
bhai ki choclate chupke se kaha jaana mane ...
doston ke saath us haseen padosi ki rah dekhna mane ...
woh haseen mulakaten Mc'D's par ghanto time bitana apne ...
har pal jate aaj bhi jab aankhen band karta hoon ...
fir se us purane waqt main ek bar aur kho jaata hoon ...
aksar main waqt se jab baatein karta hoon ...

aksar main waqt se jab batein karta hoon ...
college ke woh din sasi( chai wala) ki chai jane kyon yaad aata hai ...
woh bak bak woh night out kyon bhulaya nahi jaata hai ...
woh aashique main chade parwana bane firna ...
woh kadki main chai aur sutta share karna ...
hum roz wing main gulzar bane love guru ke gyan sunna ...
woh naye naye ideas par companiyan khadi kar dena ...
na jaane aaj bhi kyon woh mere doston ka mere saath hasna ...
woh roomie ka breakup hone par usse treat lena ...
woh back bench main kaale ki class main sona ...
semester khatam hone par dhabe main masti ki ganga bhana ...
aur lamha lamha gadi rok kar hari grass tar karna ...
jab sochta hoon fir se bachpan main khoya pata hoon ...
aksar main waqt se jab batein karta hoon ...

aksar main waqt se jab batein karta hoon ...
umeed ke buland sitaron ko jab falak se jhaak kar dekhta hoon ...
unhe gardish main kahin chup chap chupe nazar paata hoon ...
kaash mere pankh hote uski khusboo ki talash main awara udta ...
uske husn ko ek baar phir nazron main kaid kar leta ...
har khushi har gum se phir begana phirta ...
har sharam har nazar ko phir chori kar leta ...
aksar main waqt se jab batein karta hoon ...
aksar main waqt se jab batein karta hoon ...

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Life...

I've been sitting around this life for years,
Not enough laughs and too many tears.
Trying to figure out where it all went,
These wasted years that I have spent.

Searching for something to go beyond,
Life's a stone skipping across a pond.
At the last skip, it hits with a splash,
Down the stone sinks, gone in a flash.

Pushing and pulling, it's tearing apart,
Poking and prodding an underused heart.
This dark velvet curtain that hides my soul,
Living this life has taken it's toll.

In a flash of bright light, the curtain is torn,
Tumbling down all tattered and worn.
Revealing new life, a child within,
Born free of hate, of suffering and sin.

Now my eyes see what has never been told,
Striving forth happy, confident and bold.
Into a world that's unfamiliar but friendly,
Into this new life my spirit will send me.

Living and laughing, loving it all,
I stood myself up and answered the call.
The darkness has gone, replaced by the light,
I gave up the darkness with hardly a fight.

I've been sitting around this life for years,
With laughter aplenty and hardly a tear.
Now I can see just where it all went,
Cherish every moment of this new life I've spent.