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Harshit Jain Apr 2017
Aa rahe wo din purane
Kya tumhe kuch bhi khabar hai
Aa rahi shaame suhani
Kya tumhe kuch bhi khabar hai
Aa rahi raatein wahi jab
Milte the chupke se chat pe
milke tera muskurana
Chaand se raushan samaan mai
Teri aankhon ki chamak thi
Aa rahe....

Aankh mai aasun ke moti
Chehre par khilti hansi thi
gum tha jaane ka mere fir
Chaunkhaton pe kyun ruki thi
Rok leti tab mujhe tu
Bus meri wahin khadi thi
Aa rahe....

Ab jo tujhse mai juda ***
Khud se hi mai kyun khafa ***
Mil toh lete hai rojana
aasmaan me jo basa ***
Dekh upar taare ko us
Sabse zyada jo chamakta
Pyar hai usme wo mera
Tujhse mai jo ab bhi karta
Aa rahe....

Fir milenge bol kar mai
Nikla tha ghar se akele
dekh wada toh nibhaya
Tirange mai khud ko lapete
Rona mat tu dekh mujhe yun
Haste mai mara ***
Yaad teri  sang mai leke
Chaand ki seedhi chadha ***
Aa rahe....
Many paths lead to my ambition,
which one I follow ceases my motion.
All is alluring except one,
that is lagged behind by everyone.
sadly,stand at the common point of path,
consider deeply to follow which path.
nothing yet struck to mind,
am doing an act like blind.
all of sudden a ray within glows,
on what base to follow which it shows.
an effective sound heard,
sort out all of your weakness,  
these clue is more,
and also merely a point of choice,
to rejoice the true name of life.
a set of weakness is now my power,
to have to enjoy my life for long an hour.
am thankful to heart,
shows me to follow such path.
that is left unscattered alone,
welcomes me alone,
to lead me to goal of mine,
that I later realised my life is now sun shine...







©raushan
She is beautiful,
more than that of moon,
shining in the darken night.  
             She is beautiful,
             more than that of sun,
             shining to sway darkness of day.
she is beautiful,
more  than that of lotus,
growing to increase the beauty of mud.
            she is beautiful,
             more than that of stars,
            twinkling altogether trim sky.
She is beautiful,
more than that of diamond,
shining to adorn black coal.
             she is beautiful,
             more than that of angels,
             dancing in the courtyard of heaven.
She is beautiful,
than that of words,
my mind has to describe.
              She is beautiful,
              oviously no doubt,
              to me and for others.
She is beautiful,
forever beautiful,
till stars, sun, moon stop,
glowing brilliant rays of light,
in an open scattered sky....



©raushan

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