फिनाल इयर को विदाई

कुछ कहना छह रहाहूँ ।
सर आपके बारे मैं।
अगर कुछ गलती हो जाये।
तो दल देना कबारे मैं।

हमको आपने बहुत कुछ सिखाया ।
पर लड़कियों ने भी आपको असली पथ पदाया।
हमको समझाया की फंटू न बनाना
वह बाबूजी वाह! खुद बड़ी मैं कन्यायें घुमाना।

एसा कुछ सुना है
सर आपके बारे मैं
अगर कुछ गलती हो जाये
तो दल देना कबारे मैं।

आपकी वो बातें वो टी आई सी छोटी पर मुलाकातें
कहना अच्छा काम नहीं किया तो खाओगे लातें
लेकिन दिल मैं कुछ और ही छुपाना
वाह बाबूजी वाह! याद आएगा ये जमाना।

एसा कुछ सुना है
हमने आपके बारे मैं
अगर कुछ गलती हो जाये
तो दाल देना कबारे मैं।

आपकी वो चंचल मुस्कराहट
लड़कियों के लिए आपके दिल मैं आहत
आपका वो हमारे लिए देदी केसन
सर मिला है आपसे घर का जैसा अ फेक्सन।

कुछ एसा सुना हैं
हमने आपके बारे मैं
अगर कुछ गलती हो जाये
तो दाल देना कबारे मैं।

happy summer vacations!!!!!!!!!

Summer Light -Through the Trees
Summer Light - Spotted Me
Summer Light - Palest Gold
Summer Light - Bright and Bold

I Saw Summer Light Descend
Summer Light, Made Shadows Bend
Summer Light, On An Emerald Pond
I Reached Out… It Touched My Palm

Summer Light, It Fell Like Powder
Or a Floating Incandescent Feather
Came Down, Like A Sheer, White Swan
Summer Light – Lifted Wing-Like Arms

So Sun rays Slanted – Shone-Misty
Summer Light-Beams, Embraced Me
Warm, Wonderful Summer Light
Touch Me Tender, Solar- Might

Summer Light, When I Was Lost
Summer Light, Found Me Before Frost
Summer Light - None Else Looked For Me…
Summer Light Said, “I Always See…”

VEER RAS

अकेले चलने का साहश है मुझमें ,
अँधेरी गलियों मैं घुमा हूँ मैं,
कायरता की बात मत कर ये दोस्त,
तूफानों झंझावातों से खेला हूँ मै.
खतरों से खेलना फितरत है मेरी,
लहरों से खेलूँ ये किस्मत है मेरी
द्रिंड संकल्पी पहलवान हूँ मैं,
मानवता का प्रतीक सोच का कर्म प्रधान हूँ मैं।
अकेले चलने का साहश है मुझमें
अँधेरी गलियों मैं घुमा हूँ मैं।
मतवाली सोच है मेरी
किसी का नहीं, गुलाम हूँ मैं
बढता चलता हूँ मजिल की ओर
निर्भयता का भंडार हूँ मैं।
अकेले चलने का साहस्य्ह है मुझमें
अँधेरी गलियों मैं घुमा हूँ मैं।

my love

Is it really true our love is over now?..............
Can it be time for us to say goodbye?...........
Too soon, it’s much too soon, my love, for me;.............
smile with ease, but I can only sigh..............

meri rachana

yunhi muskurana tum door na jana

pran priye tum bhool na jana


thaka hoon jab main, mujhe sulana
bahon ka tum haar banana
mujhse door tum mat jana
pranpriye tum bhool na jana

tumhara muskurana vo ruthna mana
magar uf ! ab ye tanhayeeon ka jamana


pran priye tum bhool na jana

walk alone in the life

I, too, was born of a world not the same,
Amongst white snow, a raindrops' shame.
In life's garden, a dormant seed.
A heart held of dissimilar need.

I, too, was awed by lightning's flash,
Embering in mind even after the crash.
Followed closely by silent rain,
Blood-red, falling from the sky in vain.

The wind chimed and the earth shook from thunder,
And my mind was but befixed to wonder;
How could I stand amidst this storm,
Seek shelter not, yet still seem warm?

But I, too, take my sorrow at a site-
Other souls would nonchalantly slight.
And I, too, have felt the need for love,
But could only love that need which I dreamt of.

And as I peered deep through the skies,
The clouds grew black to shut my eyes.
The demon that came in your view,
Now's taken from me what he took from you.

In the garden the seed has sprang,
A nameless child unearths the pang.
Felt for the flower, both eyes in close.
Took twenty thorns to touch the rose.

A wondering mind looked to the sky,
So beautiful it had to die.
Laid it to rest upon the stone,
And turned away a man full grown.

Singing the same song at a different tone,
In thoughts, destined to die, unknown.
Born unto a world not of our own,
We walked together, walking alone.

walk alone

From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were- I have not seen
As others saw- I could not bring
My passions from a common spring-
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow- I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone-
And all I lov'd- I lov'd alone-

Then- in my childhood- in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From ev'ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still-
From the torrent, or the fountain-
From the red cliff of the mountain-
From the sun that 'round me roll'd
In its autumn tint of gold-
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by-
From the thunder, and the storm-
And the cloud that took the form
(When all the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.