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

Aankhon me jab aansu chalakne lagte,
aankhon se nikalne jab wah tadapne lagte,
tab un aansu ke moti ko bachane ke liye,
Aankhon me unko chhupane ke liye,
Apne dil ko zara sa behla leta tha,
kabhi kabhi zara sa muskura leta tha...

Jab ghum dil me badh jaata tha,
aur chehre pe chupke se aa jaata tha,
tab us ghum ko dil me dabaane ke liye,
mehfil me chehra chhupane ke liye,
Ghum ko apna dost bana leta tha,
kabhi kabhi zara sa muskura leta tha...

Dil me jab dard sa uthne lagta tha,
roshni se saath jab chhutne lagta tha,
tab andhere ko durr hatane ke liye,
roshni ko kareeb laane ke liye,
Dard ki lau ko hi jalaa leta tha,
kabhi kabhi zara sa muskura leta tha...

Ab na dard hai na tanhayi hai,
na roshni hai, na parchhayi hai,
aansu ya ghum ka khazana nahi,
isliye muskurane ka bahana nahi,
tabhi to hum sanjida rehne lage,
aur yeh dekh log bhi kehne lage,
kya khushi se iska koi naata nahi hai?
kyun "benaam" aajkal muskurata nahi hai?

Aur koi chah nahi

Ek shama se nayi nayi dosti hui hai,
Aur us shama ki khushi ki khatir,
Suraj ko aaj bujhana hai,
Aur koi chah nahi...

Unke makhmali dupatte ko aaj dekha,
Aur us duppate ki ronak badhaane,
Kucch taaro ko tod laana hai,
Aur koi chah nahi...

Unko pasand hai phoolo ki mehfil,
kaliyo se unka chehra khilta hai isliye,
Patjhad me phoolo ko ugana hai,
Aur koi chah nahi...

Sehra ki reth par woh nikle hai sair karne,
Jal na jaaye kadam unke iska darr hai hume,
Bas sehra me samundar laana hai,
Aur koi chah nahi...

Unke liye bahut zaruri hai pyar ko saabit karna,
Apne pyar ka ehsaas unko karaana hai,
Bas kucch taj mahal sa banana hai,
Au koi chah nahi...

Hume dekhte hi woh kucch simat se jaate hai,
Shayad unhe taqleef hai humari shaksiyat se,
Isiliye "Benaam" ban jaana hai,
Aur koi chah nahi...

- Priyank "Benaam" Shah

kaun hai jo mere saare dard bhula deta hai,
aur phir wohi naye dard jaga deta hai...

deta hai kasme humko ghum na karne ki,
aur yaado me aakar phir khud hi rula deta hai,

Jab bhi pucchte hai kya rishta hai humara,
sharmake pyar ka ek rishta sa jata deta hai,

hume kehta hai zamaane se chhupane ko pyar,
aur phir khud hi saare zamane ko suna deta hai,

pehle to karta hai sapno me aane ke waade,
phir khud hi raato me neend se jaga deta hai,

saamne ho to humse khafa ho jaata hai,
tanhayi me humare liye woh dua karta hai,

yun to mera naam har pal rehta hai uke lab par,
koi aur pucche to mujhe "Benaam" bata deta hai...

-Priyank "Benaam" Shah

Ab mumkin nahi hai tumko bhulana

Hey, I was just sitting idle at home n thought I of scribbling something. I just tred to pen down (or rather type down) a complete journey of first love but as most of my other poems are, this one ends in a heartbreak too... Can't help it, thats how I write.

I have not put in much efforts in writing this one as words just kept on flowing, its just a feeling that you know perfectly. So, you can pen it down easily. So, here's the work...


Faagun ki dhup si meri zindagi me,
woh pehla saawan bankar tumhara aana,
Ab mumkin nahi hai tumko bhulana...

Woh pehli nazar me mohabbat ka ehsaas,
woh tera nazakat se palke jhukana,
Ab mumkin nahi hai tumko bhulana...

Woh bedhadak duniya jitne ka tumhara andaz,
Woh tumse milne par mera sharmana,
Ab mumkin nahi hai tumko bhulana...

Woh khamosh rehkar mera tumko dekhte rehna,
Woh ghanto tak tumhara mujhse batiyana,
Ab mumkin nahi hai tumko bhulana...

Woh shaam ko akele milne ke waade,
aur waade karke tumhara bhul jaana,
Ab mumkin nahi hai tumko bhulana...

Woh aahista se meri kareeb aane ki koshish,
woh kaliyon ki tarah tumhara simat jaana,
Ab mumkin nahi hai tumko bhulana...

Woh raato ko dekhna tumhare sapne,
aur kucch aahat si mehsoos karke uth jaana,
Ab mumkin nahi hai tumko bhulana...

Woh dosto se ghanto baatein karna tumhari,
Woh tumhare aane par khamosh ho jaana,
Ab mumkin nahi hai tumko bhulana...

Woh tumse karna rukne ki minnate,
woh tumhara majboor hokar jaana,
Ab mumkin nahi hai tumko bhulana...

Woh muskurakar tumko kehna alvida,
phir raato ko aansu se takiye bhigana,
Ab mumkin nahi hai tumko bhulana...

Woh tumhara mujhse milo dur hona,
woh phir mera tumko paas hi paana,
Ab mumkin nahi hai tumko bhulana...

Woh phone na aane par tumpe gussa hona mera,
Aur tumhari aawaz sunte hi mera pighal jaana,
Ab mumkin nahi hai tumko bhulana...

Woh tumhara mujhko yaad na karna,
Aur mera raatien intezaar me bitana,
Ab mumkin nahi hai tumko bhulana...

Woh achanak se aapka raah me mil jaana,
Apne dosto ko aapka mujhe "benaam" batana,
Ab mumkin nahi hai tumko bhulana...

Na shikva hai koi, na shikayat hai koi,
manzoor hai zindagi hume tanha bitana,
Par ab mumkin nahi hai tumko bhulana...

- Priyank "Benaam" Shah

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Just a spark of light

I'm so caged in this unbarred world,
There's no sound, not even a word,
No bars, No walls & still I'm locked,
The words are quiet, the thoughts are blocked,
There is no light, not even a spark,
I'm totally lost in this world so dark,
There;s dark within, there's dark without,
No one to hear even if I shout,
I shout, I yell, I hurt, I bruise,
I try to overcome but I just lose,
There's so much of noise within this quiet,
Everything's black within this white,
I cannot survive this deafening silence,
I cannot overcome this invisible fence,
Why only me? Why me out of all?
As I begin to walk, why do I fall?
Protect me, help me, find me, save me,
Don't let this darkness come & enslave me,
I have gone numb, I feel no pain,
Why do they hurt me, what will they gain?
Is this dark my blindness or just a sleep,
It's hurt me and bruised me, really really deep,
I'll give all my knowledge, my riches, my might,
Just a spark of light, Just a spark of light...

- Priyank Shah

A poem

Your lips, your eyes, your soul
Are like a work of art,
The most creative thing of all
Is your beautiful heart.

If you were a painting,
No colours could express
The beauty deep inside you,
A rainbow, nothing less.

If you were a sculpture
The clay could hardly make
Your figure of an angel
Without one mistake.

If you were a euphony
No choir could really sing
All the beautiful music
Your eyes could possibly bring.

So here I am, an artist,
With inspiration beyond belief
But to capture such rare beauty,
I'd have to be a thief............

Let me die

Sitting blankly, staring at sky,
In my thoughts, I wonder why,
Why do I need this purposeless run?
Why is every work supposed to be done?
So much of pain, so much of weaning,
Does this lifeless life have a meaning?
Worthless targets and useless goals,
Living corpses with dying souls,
No friend to embrace, no foes to fight,
Nothing is wrong, nor is it right,
No thoughts, no desires, no purpose, no will,
No mind to think, no heart to feel,
Every moment a scar, every moment a death,
Fake smiles on face when eyes are wet,
What is the use of this worthless survival?
No hope is left, no chance of revival,
I want to die just once, not again and again,
Kill me for once, just a one time pain,
Don't ask me the reason, don't ask me why,
Just let me die, just let me die…

-Priyank Shah