Lyrics of my Life

Music has power to shrug off the blues, the loneliness, the disappointments and the break ups.. It heals like none other company can. Have always been fascinated and amazed by its power and intimacy.. probably it makes me feel that am the rock star of my small world. Lyrics give meaning and language to music, which just hit the right note with wandering souls and hold it for a better purpose .. 'Lyrics of my life' happens to be a part of journey of my life, and am sure it would touch and reflect yours also. ..with exception of situations, events, places, scale of drama, characters and factors being manipulated by the Gods of Destiny!!

It's probably one of my best poems (english) till date ..wud like to borrow your mind and soul, once you start, for it.

Lyrics of my Life

Writing a part of my heart, sometimes entice me to look back
The journey of leaving milestones, often became a quest to arrive

Dreamers kept dreaming of the light, night never took that flight
Change was the theme of my age, years passed scripts never changed

Walking through the colony of relations, drought of shoulders, poker-face love
Peace seemed a sleepy fugitive, opened my eyes and committed a crime

Insanity challenged the faith, humanity conflicted the religion
Prophets changed their professions, Knights turned the final hope of a beacon

Legends kept glorifying the past, deserts soaked with betrayal and belief
Looking into the eyes of present, history told haunted stories of future

Meeting the hopes of a battle, travelling roads inspiring war ravaged hearts
Souls went on vacations, pursuit of happiness became poverty of minds

Beauty waved the feel of a comeback, traded hearts for love encore
Wanted break-free from the pain of time, togetherness healed the fate of line

Opportunity puzzled the occasions, brought vertical and horizontal emotions
Every time made feel someone Special, angels envied for not allowed being an impostor

Winters brought smoky delights, waited till summers for matured wines
Stumbled upon meanings of life, friends still believe season ’05-07 was the best time

Magic never ceased to amaze the eyes, sights that words could never describe
Played all roles at the stage, nominated self for lifetime achievement Award night

Lost in the crowd celebrating moments, went back home looking for my name
Dancing to the tunes of a farewell, smiling on the lyrics of my déjà vu life


Adieu for now!!

Dilli ke Auto

This small poem reflects my real-life daily experiences with Delhi Auto drivers, co-passengers, traffic and fellow travelers on road. So set urself free for a small good humour journey, don't forget ..life must not be taken seriously.

Dilli ke Auto

Hum roj ghar se apne office ko nikalte hai, har chourahe par auto ki raah takte hai,
Bheed me unke aage-peeche bhagte hai, kaminey fir bhi ladies first – preference kehke nikal jaate hai,
Yeh auto subah-subah hamari maar lete hai

Koshish karte hai roj jaldi office pahunchane ki, zindagi ki daud me sabse aage nikalne ki,
Par auto-waale girl friends ki tarah intezaar karwate hai ..aur office me hum boss ke saamne thage se khare reh jaatey hai,
Yeh auto jagah-jagah hamari maar lete hai

Kabhi mod pe-raahon me haseen dost mil jaatey hai, aur naina do se chaar hone lag jaatey hai,
Sakoon milta hai hume kuch pal unke saath ka, par auto aate dekh who bhi hume chuna laga jaate hai,
Yeh auto roj-roj hamari maar lete hai

Kismat se kabhi, kabhi zaroorat me kissey ho jaatey hai, jab auto me saath female co-passenger aa jatey hai
Hum man hi man muskuraa ke kuch arz karne ko hote hai ..tabhi wo apne intro me apna Relationship status update kara jaatey hai
Yeh auto samay-samay hamari maar lete hai

Aksar raaste me, mere auto ko neecha dikhate hue koi ladki apni adaa me overtake karke - humko impress karti hai,
Tabhi aagey signal pe wo cigarette peete hue fir milti hai, aadhi to hamari wahi dhuan ho jaati hai aur baki beedi ke dhue me sulag jaati jai
Yeh auto tarah-tarah se hamari maar lete hai

Jab shaam ko thake-haarey hum ghar ko nikalte hai, meelo chalane ke baad koi auto pakadte hai,
Wo kiraaye me maano poori dushmani nikak lete hai, shayad galti se hume Tata-Birla ki aulaad maan lete hai
Yaaro .. dilli ke auto waale shaam ko bhi humari maar lete hai

My Facebook Shaayari Collection

Agar waqt Shaayar hai to mai woh Ghalib nahi, agar chaahat Barish hai to mai woh Mausam nahi,
Agar tum Ishq ho to mai woh Sajdaa nahi, aur agar mohabbat Rab hai to mai woh Deewaana bhi nahi !!

Meri Rooh to mujhse judaa nahi, jaane kyun fir tera rang badla saa lagta hai..
Ab yaa to mera koi Imaan nahi.. Yaa fir tujhe Mohabbat karne se dar lagtaa hai !!

Ek Khat mere paas benaam aaya, shaayad teri nigahon se koi Paigaam aaya...
Mai padta raha teri har nazar ko, par padaai khatm hone se pehle saala tera Platform aaya !!

Humne to apna dil diya tha bas udhaar, na jane kab uth gaya wo Kiraaye pe..
Fir hui mehangi itni Mohabbat.. ki apna dil gawa ke bhi na Shikwa ho hume tere faayade pe!!

Kuch jazbaat, Kuch ankahi baat, dosto ki mehfil me bante aur bicharte rishto ka ehsaas..
fir nikal pare hum naye Safar pe aaj.. adhoori chor wo Puraani shuruwaat !!

Aksar mai maikhane me Sharab chor aata hun, Kabhi botal me kabhi Nigahon me chor aata hun..
Kabhi chahato me Shikave aur kabhi.. Mohabbato me Ishq chor aata hun !!

Har baat hum jata nahi saktey, har Chaahat ke afsaane bana nahi kartey..
mat poocho Haal-e-Dil mera, apne aansuon ko bhi hum ..ab Muavzaa dila nahi saktey !!

Yeh puraana thikaana hai mera, yaha ab kam aana jaana hai mera,
Aaj hum fir zamaano baad Idhar chale aaye, varna Yeh zindagi ka pehla Panna aur Kitaab ka akhri Lafaz hai mera !!

Kabhi-kabhi apno se nafrat karne ko dil Chahata hai, Jis tarah se woh rootha, khud se Ranjish karne ko dil Chahta hai..
Par yeh kambhaqt Yaadein fir hume Be-abru kar deti hai, Iss jism ko apna Gulaam aur dill ko Kafir bana deti hai !!

Tere dar pe deewane aaye hai, ab to unhe unki Chaahat ata kar do..
Zindagi ka sabab hum kyaa samjhey, ab to hume kuch Saanse ata kar do,
aur kab tak loge mera Imtehan, ab to Muraado ko rafa dafa kar do,
mil jaayenge khud he saare Jawaab, ek baar Sawaal to rafa dafa kar do !!

Kisi ki Yaadon me jaakar, puraane hue Hum, Kisi ki Adaaon pe markar, deewane hue Hum..
Fir hue Aansoon kam aur fir baaten kam, Kisi ke Nigaahon me Doobkar aashiqana fir hue Hum !!

I am Nobody...

I am nobody but a kid with meaningless point when I coaxed my Dad for a pineapple pastry from the Baker’s Choice.

I am nobody just a thief by default when my Grand-pa got me few boiled potatoes every morning, hiding from my Mother’s guard.

I am nobody just an actor by nature when I imitated the Vegetable vendor on his daily selling fixture.

I am nobody just a puppet of the almighty God when he taught me a lesson as I mocked someone, getting accidentally fall.

I am nobody just a looser by heart when I poured my heart out for her over a drunken brawl.

I am nobody just an Orphan living on his own when every time love misses my address and knocks on the neighbor’s door.

I am nobody just a Buddhist traveler when I don’t know my destination but every journey makes me a new beginner.

I am nobody just a dreamer by eyes when I still gets nostalgic remembering those treasured college days of my life.

Friends are there to Share, Love is Sacrifice and Life is all about compromise but actually I am just nobody... to Testify.

Arranging a Bride for self

Arranging a Bride for Self


So… you are thinking that the topic is mean and abrasive. How can he treat brides like a commodity and what kind of hypocrite man is he? Perhaps in a extreme show of emotions few feminist readers may even call some Female Activist Group for such a remark by a minority community (Grooms in India) and mob my house or even vandalize my property, but sorry my fans you would be disappointed because I don’t have a single property in my name the only thing, which I possess officially is my Office Cubicle and you are most welcome to spoil the already messed up place.

The idea with this article is to share my experiences and make myself lighter from all the known and unknown guilt (No, it’s not about one Rock n Rolla Night or about Shoplifting ) I committed during the Bride shopping spree (Arranging my Marriage). Please make a note of my statement that the “Arranging a Bride for Self” is also applicable on Brides - “Arranging a Groom for Self” from the female point of thought.

Year 2009 has been amazing in terms of an experience call “Marriage”. Having fared rather average in my earlier assignments of “Love”, I was left with the only choice of an Arrange Marriage and I have accepted the fact that losers can’t be choosers. So, after a period / rounds of cajoling form my parents I gave into the pressure and said “Yes” to the concept of Arrange Marriage. My parents were all-agog with the newfound capitalism and started releasing advertisements in Newspapers and my brother even created my profile on one of the Matrimonial sites on-line. I was amazed with the speed and efficiency of my family but I had not a single clue that this ‘Bride hunting’ would be tougher task than ‘Job hunting’ or even ‘Love hunting’, because I believe Love can still be purchased and to an extent it can be auctioned also, but hold on…we are not getting onto it.

I was being flooded with profiles of girls from relatives, known and unknown well-wishers, but as expected none was fitting the bill of “The Perfect Bride”. My definition of the Perfect Bride; height between X to Z longitude, weight variable between 51 to 53 Kgs, face brightness and body contrast from 50 to 100% respectively and as Beautiful as an Indian Miss World or coming close to a Bollywood actress. Soon the veracity beckons upon me and I realized that the term “The Perfect Bride” is a “Myth” and the right term is “The Available Bride” because you would only get what is available in the Market (Newspaper matrimonial, Matrimonial web-sites, etc). The market has its own set of classification (TG oriented) – English Matrimony, Hindi / regional Matrimony, GuptaMatrimony.com, Shaadi.com, SimplyMarry.com, etc. Since I was feared of a Forced Marriage to any Girl of my parent’s choice, I decided it is better to select / shop from three-four of those best Markets, I went ahead and registered myself on 3-4 more online portals. Now, form here, the script takes and interesting twist, I went through umpteen profiles and started shopping. Found some of the weirdest one’s like – I want a teetotaler match (while I am only tea and alcohol man); I want a husband, who can be my friend (as if normally husbands are enemies); I want someone as cheerful as me (as if only girls have a copyright to happiness); I am not ready for marriage but since this is a custom I am ready to get into it but the relationship would not be binding from either side and both would be free to pursue their interests from every aspect of life (and… It was the scariest one). In the process I also encountered some good profiles and sent “Interest Messages” but till date am not able to get a positive acceptable reply from 100s of those profiles, though I get messages like “Itna paise (My Salary) mein itna nahi milega” – meaning “we regret that we would not be able to take it further”.
So, the process is very similar to a normal shopping – you have shops, range of products, which all comes with a price tag depending upon your cast, community, family, background, personality and job. The only difference is that the product (bride) also has a right here to reject you as a buyer and “Decline your Interest”. Till date, I am not able to find “The Available Match” leave aside “The Perfect Match” and have been rejected on ‘n’ counts for abortive attempts to sell myself to the set of Female audience. So, till now have done only Window Shopping for Brides and have told my heart that. “Hey! Idiot you don’t worry-Aal izz well.”

Arrange Marriage may have scored Aces against Love Marriage (In public forums) but Love would always manage Deuce, at the end of a set and eventually It’s Advantage “Love” in the game of ‘Marriage’. Perhaps the difference between a Love Marriage and Arrange marriage is that unlike love, arrange marriages can be traded while in the case of Love – as legend has it, ”You don’t buy Love, you Earn It”