सफर।


रफ्ता रफ्ता काट रहा था, लम्हो में जीते हुए (२), अल्फाज़ो में बयान न होगा यह कारवां। इन् मुस्क़ुरते हुए चेहरों को देखकर, कौन कहेगा की मुकम्मल सफर न था। तिनका तिनका चुन चुन के(२), अपने कुछ सपनो को पिरोया है, इन् रोशन जहान को देखकर, कौन कहेगा की कश्मकश में सफर न था। उलझी…

A tale to be retold and relived.


“She’s wrapping her life in her heart, Ready to flaunt to the world. She’s tired of being the lost kind, And ready to be found again. Stretching her arms under the moonlight each day, Afraid not to be known and disclosed. She loves to be hidden with little hope to shine. Little but she believes…

In my hands.


In my hands, A shelter lies, Twinge of dry strings, Waking a firm ties. Happiness within, Security inside, A family stays here, With all their pride. In my hands, The whole land lies, Built up with nature, Fixed up all tight. Changing conditions, People’s emotions changed, But the humanity somewhere, Still lies deep within us….