A beautiful feeling!

Holding hands and hands,
With fingers inside gaps of other fingers,
Listening to beautiful songs,
Having you as my memory makes my heart lingers,
So is the love of ours
which can’t be expressed,
Will bring blossoms and sunshine whenever any of us is depressed,
Expressing in words this feeling can’t be justified,
Whenever I see you, me as we my heart fills with joyous cry.

हमारी दोस्ती – wrote by a brother for another brother.

आया था तूफ़ान बनके, आया पवन का रुख सिखाने;
हम तो जैसे कोई चट्टान, भला तूफ़ान हमारा क्या बिगाड़े?
उसने सिखाया हमें उड़ना, उसे सिखाया हमने रुकना;
अंत में दोनों हँस पड़े, ये होती है दोस्ती।

भले ही दर्द पे मेरे हँसता वो, किसी और को हँसने देता नहीं;
हौंसला टूटने न देता वो, पर दिलासा कभी देता नहीं।
खुद पर विश्वास रखना सिखाए वो, गलती दोहराने देता नहीं,
सपने चीरने हम साथ चले, ये होती है दोस्ती।

हजारों पत्थर दिल पर लिए, हँसता जा रहा था वो,
राह काटे कटती नहीं, फिर भी मुस्कुरा रहा था वो;
बिना कुछ सोचे समझे, बस उसकी हँसीं बरकरार रखने,
हम तो साथ चल पड़े, ये होती है दोस्ती।

लोग तो बहुत कुछ कहते हैं, दोस्ती के गुण गाते हैं;
सोरी – थैंक यू ना कहने की कसमें भी सब खाते हैं।
पर क्षमा करे जो पूरे मन से, धन्यवाद भी करते दिल से,
जब अपेक्षा किसी से ना रहे, तब होती है दोस्ती।

खुद के लिए सब मांगते हैं, भगवान को घूस भी खिलाते हैं,
पर खुशी उसमे कहाँ है भाई, जब अकेले ही बढ़ते रहते हैं;
मांगते है जब कोई खुशी, सच्चे दिल से दोस्त के लिए,
भगवान की वहाँ जरुरत ही क्या, जहाँ होती है दोस्ती।

एक जैसा सोचने वाले, बहुत से मिलेंगे दुनिया वाले,
पर जो अलग विचार को जोड़ दें, वो होती है दोस्ती।
जनम से जो बनता है दोस्त, वो होता है मेरा भाई,
पर दोस्त जिसे हम कह दे भाई, वो होती है दोस्ती।

– पारस अंजारिया

The dimension of man’s love

Burning through the woods lies a tinsel town of memories,

The woods not being the bark of the tree,

It’s the highest peakest bark coming through the soul,

Lies a kind heart of a gentleman for a girl,

The yellow red sun fire melting away the blue icy heart,

Can’t be compared to any other powerful force of the godly dimensions as well,

Turning the dark night into the darkest dawn with the happiness of the inner child seeing the infinite stars,

The asteroids playing her name and embarking her name for him,

In the deepest of the earth crater to the raging flame of passion of anger, lust, hatred, violence all being burnt into its glory,

With the man having the memory of her and spreading the love to everyone,

Such is the power and sincerity of a man’s love.

A woman’s body

A woman body is a mystical creation of different colours,

Having the skin layers peeling and peeling lies underneath a precious pearl,

The body is painted meticulously by the sculpture,

The sculpture using the dew of the ocean, the light of the sun, the greenest saplings of Mother Earth,

The freshly blowing perfume in the air,

Can still be more gracious than the outer body,

And hence came the sculpture feeding inside her; 

His Own Self…

Giving the power of vision, the tolerance beyond any colours being dark and grey,

Lies the colour of peace with love of redness all over,

Her eyes drawing and lying even more deep than the vicinity of the deepest dark ocean,

With a smile of a hundred million galaxies combined with stars and Milky Way,

Loving her feels so dearly since she loves us more than herself,

What more could the sculpture give than a woman being the gift of mankind in our planet,

May this motherly love be spread more in the world of lights.

Ocean and me

In the midst of dark night with moon above my head,

My eyes looking towards the sparkle it creating on the ocean waves,

Reminding me that life is just like the infinity horizon that the sea possess,

Waves touching my feet on sand , calling me towards a new aura of magestic time,

Diving deep into the ocean and exploring the calmness it possess,

Looking deep into valleys and alleys, the trenches and the peak,

Going simply deep and deep meeting the sand,

Sleeping in the heart of the ocean and coming up the next day,

Looking that life has changed into a new day with a new sunrise,

That the life I lived in ocean is very magical and not less than celestial,

Since I can always have a night whenever I want,

When there is daytime in the world in the heart of the ocean where the sun rays can’t reach the blue ocean.

Ek khwaish ki taakat…

Dua karte hai ki insaan ki har ek achi khwaish puri ho,
Choti badi baccho ki ya bado ki sabki puri ho,
Baat iska nhi hai ki log mehnat nhi karte,
Lekin mehnat karte karte apna vajood hi bhul jate,
Rukiye suniye apni ek pukaar,
Karo pukaar ki khwaish aur mehnat karo uske piche chaar chaar,
Khuda bhi kehta hai hum pehele se hi tumhara jeevan ke panne likh chuke hai,
Lekin kuch panno hum khali chode hai,
Jisme tum kuch khwaish karo aur hum kare sweekaarr…

The Journey Begins

Thanks for joining me!

Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton