fog’s smile n sad too

d fog smile,
when my exictence is lost into its.
d fog is sad,
when shining sun is opend me into its.
dt is fainted n desappeard ,
coz of losting his beloved.
do it not know dis thing at far behind ,
of snowy mountain save it beloved.
farest or nearest has no meant ,
love is immortal forever to beloved
in its laps in its lips n in its eyes,
always smile or tears ..

26.1.2016 2.12at mid night

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tere mere beech me ye kohra

vo tera hisaab kitaab;
bechaini me jindgani gujaar di.
humne jutaya aur lutaaya bahut;
her lamhon ki khushi jindgi me utaar li.
tum shikavon ke harf se kitaab-e-jindgi ki bharte rahe.
hum her shikaayaton ko bhool
masti me jhoomte rahe.
tumhe malaal is baat ka;ke her nafe me kyokar sifar paya.
hume khushi is baat ki;khoya bahut per rang-o-ahsaas-e-safar paya.
are janaab ! khona he jindgi ka naam,
kya khoya toone jo paaya.
yahi se liya aur yahi pe diya,
varna her insaan khaali haath gaya ya aaya.
kis talaash me rooh teri bhatki,
is jahaan me leke kya aaya tha tu.
ye jindgi hi khuda ki amanat thi,
aankhon me chaya tere kohra her su.
tu paas rahke bhi door raha,
kaya khushi thi in faaslon me.
kismat thi achchi ke her door paas ki khushi shaamil mere haashilon me.
paas the to sahej liye rang na jaane kitne.,
door he to fursat me rango se tasveer-e- yaar banaya karate hein;
chatak dhoop ya kohra sa samaa,
pyaar-e-taqdir banaaya karte hein.
ya khuda bas ek lamhe ko,
ye parda hata de kohro ka.
bhool gaya mera humraahi,
jara raah dikhaadu sitaaro ka.
kahna he bas ek baat use ke kyon,
bhool raha ulajh raha hisaabon me;
tere mere beech me chaya kohra,
kyo dastaan bane jindgi ki kitaabon me.

26.1.2016 1.30 at midnight.

ode on ď melting

on d melting;
why  r whole guys surprised?
from birth of dis Universe;
melting of everything has happend.
as rain’s drops r melting,
into earth n its water;
as dancing river r,
melting in ocean per hour.
as where there earth n sky,
meet everyday eachother;;
talk for some time ,
as decade’s waiting n lover.
what is d philosophy?
a new way for whole livings,
a new way for whole lovings.
as all universal’s creaters r
melting in each other.
so its all dear guys r,
yeah,melting whenever.
O GOD !!u too are,
melting in our soul. 
like fragrance is melted,
in wherever a flower sole.
Plz bless us all guys;
on dis Velentine day.
me n my spouse r forever,
in every rebirth melting all day.
as tides cover nearest earth,
in full moon with its water.
may our heart full of admirable love
in rainy day or draught whatever.
o !i should have called him,
with me  sing,dance,laugh n tear.
for melting like a soul o my dear,
come n come to me nearet near.
not merely physicaly but,
emotionaly n spiritually;
dt melting is true melting.
faith for eách other ,o my guys!!
dis melting is always demanding.
.understand for understandig.
why r thou thinking about;
why r thou amazing about?

25.1.2016 3.00 at noon
HAPPY REPUBLIC DAY 26 jan 1950 to all guys.JAIHIND.

yu hi tamasha(raat ki bachi nazm ka hissa)

yuhi yaha dil ka naam hota he;
pyaar to bas naam – e -jubaan hota he.
dharkate he seene me dil aam hota he;
un aankho ki kya parwah jo kisi ke naam rota he.
pyaar to mahaz zazba he jaise aur zazbaat- e-aam hota he;
us pyaar ki khatir kaahe ko dil-e-insaan badnaam hota he.
jisne banaya insaan ko zazbaat deke baitha aasman hota he;
muskura ke dekhana yu hi us meherbaan ka kaam hota he.
vo rasool-e-khuda,tu usool-e-judaa khaak-e-aam hota he;
tu sahi aur me sahi ,baaki jhagada
duniya ka roj sar-e-aam hota he.
tu nahi to màin bhi nahi,mere mahboob !!vo dekhe kya anjazaam hota he;
qaatilon se kya kaisa dar,aakhir ko vo bhi insaan hota he.
parvaano ko jal ke khaak hona he ke yu hi roj qatl-e-aam hota he.
zazbaat nahi juda dil se mere humdum ! tu kyo pasheman hota he;
uthate dashton ,tirchi nazaron ki kya párwaah ye tamasha sadiyo se aam hota he.
dekhe khuda aur uski khudaai kahaan pe uska karam hota  he;
aa gale lag jaa,meri jaan !! ke har jaan pe,jahaan beraham hota he.
mar jaayenge ,maar daalenge,ye bayaane her gali me takiya qalaam hota he;
khuda bhi,khudaai bhi,duniya bhi dekhe,pahaĺe kiska kaam tamaam hota he.
yuhi tamasha,yuhi manjar,yuhi josh-e-balaa ka naam hota he;
o khuda !!jara insaan banke dekh,
aakhir tera ye jahaan kyu beaaram hota he.
mit gaye hum to mit jaayegi teri qaynaat,kyoker badnaam hota he;
aana he to jaana bhi mukrar,dekh !
ye ishq aakhir tera hi ek naam hota he.

16.1.2016                      6.30 a.m.

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dt little girl

in picture,i see;
a little girl of thee.
in red frock n d rainy day;
she’s dancing in moody way.
dt is your mere fairy’s  dreams;
or màde by you any miracles.
how so cute n most sweet;
reminds me my childish day.
falling drops of dt rain;
i hear a hoping song.
present is true  still now;
thinking past n future’s wrong.
do’nt worry about coming storm;
live with love n dance with each
passing moments is life’s form.
seeing dt little girl in red frock;
i feel light n soft d stone of life rock.
is dis a miracle in whole lives;
who impresses for living n drives.

13.1.2016                      5.58a.m.

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on become wounded

Oh my God !!in yesterday morning;
i was slipped,wounded n crying.
remember my late mother at once
as she will come from heaven’s
opend door for  my caring.
still now i’m so much pain feeling.
n now say to God ‘s calling.
as i have right on that thing.
my pains’r out of bearing.
any tenshions’r out of controling.
eyes tearing n heart weting ;
such situations when coming ,
person is in God’s remembering.
bt for what n why  n how,
in life  ur dis coming n going.
after birth;d baby’s recogniton,
for his mother n eagerly calling.
in happieness we r forgotten, bt in sorrow, u r rememberd for hoping,
everyone see you for curing.

Oh i beg ur parden,o my God.

12.1.2016 5.00a.m.