Chand ko dekhkar yaad tumhari aati hai,
Chand ki chandni b sath rahkar door hojati hai,
Chand ne auron ko to khush rakhti hai chandni apne ujale se,
Par chand se poocho jara k vo usk paas kab aati hai ?,
Raat bhar jagkar jo duniya ko roshan karta hai,
Andar hi andar vo bhi judai ki aag me jalta hai,
** kar rahe ae mere khushiyon k maalik tum bhi kuch aisa,
Mai dhoondhta rahta hu tumko paas apne,
Aur tum kahiin door nikal jate **,
Fir bhi na jane kyun chand ko dekhkar tum yaad aate **,
Kyun khataye meri tumhe har baar dikh jati hai,
Kabhi paas aakar to dekho mai kitna gunahgaar hu,
Tum to ruswa ** jate ** bewajah mujhse,
Aur na ki hui khata ki saja mujhe de jate **,
Fir bhi na jane kyun chand ko dekhkar tum yaad aate **,
Choot jate hai jo judai ki maar se mai vo dil ka saudagar nahi,
Tum to bas kuch pal bitakar sath me fir se meri duniya ko banjar bana jate **,
Kabhi tum bhi mujhe aaajma kar dekho kareeb se,
Kyun door rahkar mujhe doori ka ehsaas kara jate **,
** tum hi sirf meri jindagi me jise chaha dil ki har khwahish se,
Aur tum ** k gairon ko mera batakar rooth jate **,
Fir bhi na jane kyun chand ko dekhkar tum yaad aate **,
Mai nai hu vo jise duniya dil parast kahti hai,
Mai to deewana hu tumhari har baat ka,
Fir bhi na jane ku roothkar tapadne k liye chod jate **,
Ban jaun ttera har pal ka sathi,
Kyun aisi koi saja nahi,
Jindagi bhar rone k liye,
Har baar kyun tanha kar k chale jate **,
Fir bhi na jane kyun chand ko dekhkar tum yaad aate **,
Kyun bhool jate ** k mai bhi hu tumhari raah me,
Khada hi aankhen band kark tumhe paane ki chah me,
Akhir aisa bhi kya k mere rone  se bhi tum rooth jate **,
Mujhe apna banakar pal bhar me paraya ban jate **,
Fir bhi na jaane ku chaand ko dekhkar yum yaad aate **....

i love you alot. N you are my only wish, need n reason. Trust me i love you n only you. Please my sweet heart marry me.
I cant live widout you n our baby.

Ye hawayen kis or le jayengi mujhe,
Kab tak tere ishq me tadpayegi mujhe,
Na koi manzil na koi thikana raha mera ab,
etna dard dekar, Kab aur kis mor pe tumse milayegi mujhe,


Rukh tere pyar ka begana ** gya,
nahi bhul sakta tujhe main kabhi bhi,
Kyoki Tujhpar mera dil bhi deewana ** gya,
Teri yaadon ne mujhe etna dard diya ki,
Ab mere har lavj shayarana ** gya,


Nahi dekh sakta main tera ye udas chehra
Kyoki tumhari khushi hi meri muskan,
Lag jaye tujhe ye meri sari umar
Kyoki tum hi mere sapne aur tum hi mera jahan,
Kyon ruth gya ye pal mujhse,
Rone laga ye dil bhi jabse pyar hua hai tumse,

juda hoke tujhse tut jayenge hum ,
Tere bina o sanam ab mar jayenge hum,

O hawa tham ja jara ye to bata de
Kab ek- dusare se mil payenge hum ,
tere bina o sanam ab mar jayenge hum....

zindagi ki dor se tum bandhe **,
Bata do sanam tum mujhse kyon ruth gye **,
Tujhe pane ke liye har dukh sah jayenge hum
Tere bina o sanam ab mar jayenge hum. .. ...

Khud me dhundhane laga hoon tujhe ,
Jaan se bhi jyada chahne laga hoon tujhe
Tu meri kismat me nahi to kya hua,
Teri yaadon ko hi apna zindagi banayenge hum ,
Tere bina o sanam ab mar jayenge hum. .. ..

Rone lagi kalme bhi meri teri yaadon ko likh
kar,
Hansne laga jawana bhi mere dil ki baat soon
kar,
Najane tujhe pane ke liye kitne thokar
khayenge hum,
Tere bina o sanam ab mar jayenge hum. ..

tujhe to meri yaad bhi na aai ,
kaise katengi ye meri tanhai,
tanha yu akela es duniya se chale jayenge
hum,
Tere bina o sanam ab mar jayenge hum. .

Tujhe dekh najane kyon dhadkta hain
ye dil,
Tujhse milne ke liye najane kyon tadpta hain
ye dil,
Aaj mausam bhi udas hain tere bina,
Teri hi yaadon me najane kyon khoya rahta hain ye dil,
Tujhe dekh najane kyon dhadkta hain
ye dil...


Mere dil me gairo ke liye koi jagah nahi,
Tujhse pyar karne ka koi dusra wajah nahi,
Aksar tut jata hain ye dil kisi ke pyar me,
Bah jati hain aansoo kisi ke intezar me,
Soch biti baton ko najane kyon rone lagta hain ye dil,
Tujhe dekh najane kyon dhadkta hain ye dil...


Tere pyar me judai hum sah nahi sakte,
Ekpal bhi ab tere bina hum rah nahi sakte,
Teri judai se najane kyon darta hain
ye dil,
Tujhe dekh najane kyon dhadkta hain
ye dil,.
Tujhe dekh najane kyon dhadkta hain
ye dil....

the only word that explains
that defines
that moment

splintery planks, squealing and whining
under our souls' weight

salty paradise, rushing beneath us
peeking up through inevitable imperfections:
the cracks and the holes and the space
before saying goodbye, and riding away forever

starry heavens, carrying us up with them
on their search for escape
from the cynical world on which
they are demanded to shine

and eternal sea breeze
flying, so fast
through our hair, our eyelashes, our fingertips, our toes
our hearts

i will never stop loving you
and you will love me
and we will continue to run
as fast and as far as our lives will take us
before our search for an answer
is expended
by our own curiosity and pure desire
and we leave the world, and instead live the word
that which is:
*unstoppable

Dost to nahi par mere takleef ko samjhne wale hai mere papa...
Meri khwahiso ko apni khwahish samjh kr pura krne wale hai mere papa....
Dard to kv nahi dikhate apna par mere takleef me man hi man rone wale hai mere papa...
Dhub thand barsaat bina dekhe usme khatne wale hai mere papa...
Mere liy duniya se ladne wale hai papa...
Waqt padne par kathor banane wale hai mere papa...
Duniya kaisi hai ye samjhane wale hai mere papa...
Kya khu kaise hai mere papa...
Meri muskurahat aur mere hero hai mere papa...
Love u papa  

Mausam bindaas hai
Fir bhi dil udaas hai
Sab kehte hain boondein khushiyaan lehraati hain..
Fir Kyun mujhko ye sisakte aanso lagte hain

Na jaane kaise ye reet hai..?
Shrishti ki khushi..meghon ke rone mein..
Dharti ka adhikaar ya aasmaan ka badappan..
Jaane kaun sahi hai kis roop mein..?

Adhbhut anokha..
Be-missal pyaar..
Na dharti per ** sookha..
na aasmaan ** kaala..!!!

Bachpan se tha laad  pyaar,
Sab mein achhe, imaandaar,
Hum bhi banenge khuddaar,
Sabne kaha bahu samachaar,
Par bahar jaane ka naakar tu vichaar,
Duniya mein bari hai andkaar.


Bachpan se tha laad pyaar,
Clg hogaya ab job ka tha khayaal
Ek dum se nikle the bahar,
Hairaan hogaye dekhkar,
Aise hotha hai dhuniya dhaar,
Na khoi address ka tha patha,
Na koi routes ka idea tha,
Poore shareer ke andhar chah gaya tha dar.

Bachpan se tha laad pyaar,
Junoon tha man mei,
Dhikana tha duniya ko kuch bankar,
Par jab aayi naukri ki baari,
Paani paani hogayi confidence saari,
Zor zor se padgaye thaane,
Aakhir kyu aati ** tum kamane.
Jo bachpan se thi perfect,
Uspe padgayi daant ka effect,
Mote mote nikalgaye aasu,
Rou bhi na toh kya karu khasu.
Rone ki humpe lag *** tag,
Sabko jaise bangayi mazak.

Kehne ko aazad hai hum,
Abhi bi hai laachari ki gum,
Aasan nahi hotha yeh sehna,
Mazak banake na rakdo,
Mere bhai aur behna.

Badi lambi khamoshi se gujra hu
kisi se kuch kehne ki koshish me

Bade lambe dard se gujra hu
kisi se lipat ke rone ki koshish me

Tum bhi ajeeb ** Jana ,
Karte ** dur humko khud se
Aur kehte ** ,
Ki yeh fassle humne kiye h tumse!

Rukte ** ,tokte ** karib aane se apne
Aur khete ** ,
Ki Hume firk nahi h tumhari!

Kehte ** ki
Na call krna aur na msg ,
Kar diye ** block mujhe
Ab batao ,
Agar hum tumhe manana chahe toh
Bhi manaye kaise!

Aur ek baat bolu,
Har safar Mei hum saath h tumhare,
Tumhare dard se dard mujhe bhi hota h
Tumhare rone see Dil Mera bhi rota h

Aur ek baat Jana
Tumhare na hone se bhi
Hume bahut Fark padta h!

Ha mene mehesus kiya
Aas pass mere kisiki saasein chalti thi
Udaas si wo baatein Krti thi
Ha mene mehesus kiya
Dur khi darwaje s aati uski udaas bhari aawaj
Jese wo Khti
Usko chahiye tera saath
Bht sataane lgi thi uski rone ki awaaj
Ha wo dikhti nhi thi
Pr ha uske aas pass hone ka hota tha ahesas
Uski udaasi bht satati thi
or draati thi
Mene pucha v kae baar khon ** tum
q h dukh bhara tumhara aawaj
Wo khti btakti si hu m ek aatma
Jiski puri nhi hue aash
Jiske sang hua vishwash ghat
esliye drd bhara h Mera Aawaj
Pta nhi bsh ** chla uspe viswash
Ha lr pari duniya s
dene ko uska saath
fir mil gya usko insaaf
aazad hue pinjare s wo aaj
Mila ush bhatakti aatma ko swarg m nivaash
Or mushe hua sukh ka ehsaash

Rabab baj rahi thi kahi, jaha khuda bhi naach raha tha,
Phir na jaane kaunsi yaad-e-dard baraat leke agayi.

Naghma jo lehrake aayi, banke sur-e-shahen shah,
Wo sur jo nafs se mile, to khud dard banke beh gayi.

Aye mere jaan-o-dil, jamal-e-mah suna teri nazm-e-kamal,
Hum to ro rahe hain, jab se teri lafzon, aasu ban ke beh gayi.

Andaaz mat pucho koi, apna batane layak nahi rahi,
Khair agar puch hi liya hai, to kya batayen, koi andaz hi nahi rahi.

Bata to denge hum, par koi kyun sunega,
Khair agar sun hi liya hai, to sun ke bhi kya samjhega.

Baatein to bohot hain, gar koi sunna chahe to,Par kaun sunne ke liye baitha rahe?
Khair agar baith hi gaya **, to ek be-kafan lash ka,Nazm-e-ashk bhi sun ke jao.

Ro to nahi rahe the hum, wo kam to apna lafz kar raha tha,
Achanak wo rabab yaad agayi, jis pe khuda nach raha tha.

Hum to baithe the, ab khare ** gaye,
Na jaane apna rone ki awaaz, us mehfil ko kharab na karde.

Ab mai chal raha hoon, kahi aur jaa raha hoon,
Kidhar jaa raha hoon, utna nahi pata,
Bas rabab se dur chala jaun,
Nayi mehfil sajane, udhar firse nazm-e-ashk bhi suna na hai.

Many Hours, Many Days

So many wonder, many ask
About the writing: task
Or inspiration?
I say perspiration.
(not exactly, for there’s joy and fun
in reading what you’ve ultimately done)
Still yet,
It’s work and effort,
Spadework fundamental, elemental;
Work, but also preparation mental
                                   for what is to follow
All the golden yellow years to come.
First a phrase, a thought, a sight,
A theme the middle of the night.
The paper, pen, computer close;
The start of slogging elbow grease.

First draft, still filled by sweat
May probably be filled with sh_t.
It doesn’t matter, for
The after-write will be to edit.

Changes, flexibility, ability to cross things out,
Delete, expunge, all but destroy…
There is a certain joy in that.
But still, it’s to exert an effort.
To create is always effort.
To excite and rouse yourself an effort always
Work, but worth it.

Here’s the send-off:
In the end and after years
It’s actually easier.
The fears that held you back have disappeared.
Ideas developed, riper.
Technique, range your own:
It’s called a style.  You’ve a rone,*
A drainpipe in your brain
To carry off unwanted stuff
And carry on much wanted t-raining.

Many hours, many days in which to raise your standard.
Many years of joy and tears -
It all adds up up to guarantees and widened spheres
Of self-esteem and understanding.

*a gutter for carrying off rain from a roof:
Many Hours, Many Days 2.12.2020 The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II; Arlene Nover Corwin