Astitva

one of my friends, Sonali got inspired to try her hand into writing something. The result was something very beautiful and excellently written. I'm posting her thoughts over here. I have not even edited or helped her in writing this. This is completely her piece of mind... Plzz comment so that she knows how well she writes...

Han Mein Ek Adhura Khwab Hun, Muje Sajne Do,
Han Mein Zindgi Hun, Muje Jine Do.

Mein Ugte Hue Suraj Ki Wo Kiran Hun
Jo Apni Roshni Se Sare Jahan Ko Roshan Kar Sakti he,
Mein Chupte Hue Taro Ki Wo Dastan Hun
Jo Har Rat Ke Bad Savera Kar Sakti He.

Mein Pani Ki Bund Hun
Jo Kisika Astitva Bana Sakti Hai,
Aur Shayad Pani Ki Wo Laher
Jo Kisi Ka Astitva Bhi Mita Sakti Hai.

Chahe Meri In Ankho Ki Nami ho
Ya Mere Chehre Ki Masumiyat,
Chahe Mere Buland Irade Ho
Ya Asma Ko Chune Ki Meri Chahat
Yahin Mera Vajud He Aur Yahin Meri Pehchan.

Shayad Isi Liye Ab Bhi Mein Ek Adhura Khwab Hun
Muje Sajne Do
Han Mein Hi To Hun Zindgi
Muje Jine Do.

I'm a fool

Since a lot of you told me to write something different from my regular genre, I'm trying my hand for the first time on satire. I need your feedback on how it is. As this is my first time, things it may not be extraordinary or even good... But, please gimme a genuine feedback on this one.

I chose to be a poet, I chose to be a fool,
There's no money in poems, so I work like a mule,
I say that I work, for the love of the art,
But everyone knows, I'm acting rather smart,
This world isn't fair to the species called poet,
They deserve a lot more than what they usually get,
I could have written songs for the glamorous stars,
make muscle-men and hot-chicks groove on guitars,
Then I would have my photos printed on page-3,
And I would be on a money minting spree,
Or maybe I could write some musical ad jingles,
write some sonnets, some couplets or even singles,
I could sell colored water with added pesticides,
toothpastes with new ingredients, calciums and chlorides,
I could sell magically whitening washing powder,
or deodorants that guarantee removing every odour,
It's the world of ads and the world of songs,
These are the dreams which everyone longs,
The dream of every father for his son,
being a poet isn't a good option,
But I still chose to speak my mind out,
I chose to reveal, I chose to find out,
I chose to express what I really feel,
I chose to be blunt and I do it with zeal,
I know I'm a newcomer to this money minded school,
So, I chose to be a poet, I chose to be a fool...

Priyank Shah