Zindagi...

Zindagi ek khwab hai,
Bhagwan se ki hui ek fariyad hai,
Apni khwahishon ki ek kitaab hai
Aur apni galtiyon se beparda nakaab hai

Zindagi ko bigade bhi hum,
Saware bhi hum,
Phir kyun hain aakhir itni shikayatein humein
Kyun na kabhi poori hoti yeh farmaishein

Jo karte ho, ussi ka phal paate ho,
Bachpan se hi yeh baat jaan jaate ho,
Phir kyun baithke bhagwaan ko koste ho,
Bina mehnat kiye, kyun phal bhogte ho.

Happy 25th Anniversary, Mumma and Papa

You are our strength when we are low,
You show us the path, when we don't know where to go,
You are our courage when we are scared,
You are the bond, that all of us share.

You are the light in darrkness,
You are our motivation and give us directions

You've taught us to love,
You've resolved our fights,
You've taught us to face the world,
Without getting scared and with all our might.

What you mean to us, words cannot suffice,
Because mumma and papa, for us,
YOU ARE OUR LIFE!

The Meeting of Two Souls

Two stangers in this world,
Come close keeping in mind a word,
Do they actually know the meaning
Do they even mean it?

What kind of feeling is this?
Sometimes hell, sometimes bliss!
Restlessness and composure unite
Thus the fire ignites.

A feeling of being dependent
A strength when independent
A feeling of belonging
When away, they keep longing.

A touch that sends a shiver down your spine
A feeling of being mine
A whirlwind of emotions
A sense of devotion

A feeling of being complete
Sometimes bitter, sometimes sweet
Altercations, arguments and stupid fights,
Making up with a hug so tight

Is it a reality or fantasy of mine?
Endless feelings and love so divine
A feeling so real, an emotion so true
My world starts and ends with you

The Path That I Tread On...

This poem is dedicated to Mamma, Papa, Di, Jiju and all my friends...

I look at the road, ready to depart,
With a smile on my face, but with a heavy heart
I chose a road, where i had to walk alone,
Away from family, away from home.

I start the journey with alot of enthusiasm
Decide to be focused and work with passion
Lost all of it right in the beginning
Lost the zeal, the passion for winning

I still see what I dream, I still see my goal,
But the confident me, somebody stole
Will I be able to achieve it, or is it beyond me
Is all I think, no matter what may be.

Expectations to fulfill, dreams to achieve,
How can I have it, when in myself I don't believe?
I gather myself, start afresh with a stern belief,
Someday, the expectation I will fulfill, the dreams I will achieve.