tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58009315680321709642023-11-15T21:21:49.018+05:30My Chapter 19...is closed!Deep below my gentle silences grew the wildest noises of my life!Palok Singhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04407459761128123441noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5800931568032170964.post-1524777385088633162012-06-07T14:44:00.000+05:302012-06-07T14:44:49.218+05:30Jane kahan aise dost mile honge....<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Haan mann bahut dukhi..bahut....na koi inspiration hain na koi motivation na koi objective...magar jeena hai....aur jeeyenge shauk se muskura ke...kyunki jeena hai....because boss... now you are into it you got to finish it smiling...haha....ye blog tha..jise ab likhte rehna na to ab zaruri lagta na mumkin....band karne ko aise hi band kar sakta tha....magar na mujhe gumnaam shuruwat pasand hai na hi gumnaam ant....to jaate jaate...thik se kahein to khatm karte karte...ek kavita....shayad aakhri kavita....hamesha lagta tha ki aakhri kavita bhi tumhare hi naam hogi...magar mera chapter 19 ka climax kuch aur hi hai....to unke liye jo kahin to rahe honge....wo dost...jo kahin... kahin to rahe honge....jane kahan mile honge....<br />
Aur jinhone aaj tak meri kavitaein padhi, tareef ki kamiyan nikali...unko dhanywaad....aap sabhi bahut achhe the....jo zaruri na hone par bhi zehmat uthayi... shukriya....<br /><br />
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tum main kahin to mile honge<br />
ek hi mitti mein kahin to sane honge<br />
chap chap paniyon se jeb bhare honge<br />
baarish mein school se hum yunhi tare honge<br />
dost hum kahin aise hi to bane honge<br />
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<br />
plastic ki ball ke paise county kiye honge<br />
toss ke liye wrapper ke naam bhi chune honge<br />
yaad hai jab chali jati thi pados ki chat par wo ball<br />
ek duje ko dhakka maar ke kaise aage badhe honge<br />
dost hum kahin aise hi to bane honge<br />
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charhari dopahari mein kitni hi patenge<br />
thode se sadde mein jude kitne hi manje<br />
ganthon walon apni dori se kaate kitne hi wo dor the<br />
aaj bhi us khali asmaan mein kahin<br />
wo khel dhoond rahe honge<br />
dost hum kahin aise hi to bane honge<br />
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</div>Palok Singhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04407459761128123441noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5800931568032170964.post-67305062182873170242012-02-22T20:28:00.000+05:302012-02-22T20:28:45.438+05:30Candy<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
A writer is at peace... Fortunate or not, I don't know but it is the destiny of an artist or a writer to keep craving, looking and searching for peace from his work, nothing but peace and that is it. I have written many a times, almost daily and yes, have been praised sometimes too. But not always when you pen down something, you find the search over or the expression expressed. Out of choice, you would keep writing and try, to say or earn a fortune to have said. But sometimes, the music of thoughts gets so intense that it defies time and space you live in.....hardly 10 minutes and I could blindly go on to write this piece, without a single hesitation. I don't know how well or how many would understand what that means...but as a writer, it was my quantum of solace.<br />
And it feels happy to be happy...!<br />
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Life is wonderful.<br />
See how many ups and downs<br />
and no idea what we were born for.<br />
But we still find our ways<br />
to go on and on.<br />
<br />
Crossing roads and rivers,<br />
we go long and think<br />
that its really been far.<br />
But we still have miles<br />
to go on and on.<br />
<br />
Hey young boy,<br />
There is no end.<br />
There is no full stop.<br />
There's always new places to be seen,<br />
new faces to be met<br />
and new memories to be made.<br />
And we find our ways to love them all.<br />
Little, more and more.<br />
Life is wonderful<br />
<br />
You don't measure the music.<br />
You don't weigh the air.<br />
And, hours days and years<br />
count no time.<br />
But we still live to grow<br />
or to feel so.<br />
<br />
Hey love,<br />
We meet and move on,<br />
comeback to carry on,<br />
leave whats earned<br />
and forget what was learned<br />
Because life still promises to<br />
take you further on and on.<br />
<div>Life is wonderful....Yes it is!</div><div><br />
</div><div><br />
</div><div>-Palok Singh</div></div>Palok Singhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04407459761128123441noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5800931568032170964.post-70438871796218526232012-02-11T13:11:00.000+05:302012-02-11T13:11:14.070+05:30केया-The Monsoon Flower<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Well, the season of love is high and here is my take for it. After, a repetitive insistence from few friends and acquaintances (including me) on writing something light, positive and easy to understand, "for the generation now". I believe this is the best I could do to do justice to it. I know its not that sorted but its simply the best result so far, of last few months of struggle of writing against the sick feeling inside. But anyways, thankfully enough, the season of love have brought sufficient reasons to write a love poem and be happy about it. Please have a read and write back in numbers(need it). And yeah, lastly, its really not a sad poem....please....hahah...enjoy...! </i></span></div><br />
<div style="text-align: left;">चेहरे तो कहीं</div><div style="text-align: left;">खो जायेंगे भीड़ में </div><div style="text-align: left;">हम तुम बदल जायेंगे </div><div style="text-align: left;">बदल जायेंगे, इस उम्र के फेर में</div><div style="text-align: left;">थोड़े से रह जायेंगे </div><div style="text-align: left;">कहीं दबे दिल की किताब में </div><div style="text-align: left;">सूखे से कुछ फूल तुम्हारी </div><div style="text-align: left;">हँसी के, </div><div style="text-align: left;">मेरे इंतज़ार की कड़ी के </div><div style="text-align: left;">कुछ उड़े से रंग </div><div style="text-align: left;">कुछ छूटे संग</div><div style="text-align: left;">पर चेहरे तो कहीं.....</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">लिखे हैं जो ख़त</div><div style="text-align: left;">हवा में, प्यार के</div><div style="text-align: left;">उड़ जायेंगे, बह जायेंगे</div><div style="text-align: left;">बह जायेंगे वक़्त के झोंकों में </div><div style="text-align: left;">थोड़े से रह जायेंगे </div><div style="text-align: left;">कहीं दबे दिल की ज़मीन में</div><div style="text-align: left;">मिटटी के कुछ मकान तुम्हारी </div><div style="text-align: left;">खुशबु में महकते </div><div style="text-align: left;">मेरी आरज़ू के साथ के </div><div style="text-align: left;">कुछ गहरे रंग </div><div style="text-align: left;">कुछ फीके हुए </div><div style="text-align: left;">क्यूंकि चेहरे तो कहीं </div><div style="text-align: left;">खो जायेंगे भीड़ में</div><div style="text-align: left;">चेहरे तो कहीं........</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">-पलोक सिंह </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div></div>Palok Singhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04407459761128123441noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5800931568032170964.post-47771249592711295692011-10-05T17:51:00.001+05:302011-10-05T17:55:03.262+05:30From the coffee shop to the station...!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Greetings to everyone, on the festive occasion. Well, been willing to write and post for long but no good fortune. Finally, had a good feeling about something I wrote to share it with you all. A poetry for which I have my own strong feeling of a song. Won't be able to describe much about it, as I fail to judge it, like most times just felt so....So, here is it before you, please enrich it with your opinions....Thank You!<br />
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On my way back from the coffee shop<br />
The only one in your city<br />
I am gushing about having met you...<br />
I dont know whats been going in your head<br />
When I just didn't make you realise how badly am glad<br />
But babe, I am just too happy and<br />
I believe I said it all<br />
As I just cant hide my legs<br />
shivering under the table,<br />
and I can't coverup<br />
the stammers and fumble.<br />
And I think you know, what is it<br />
when a guy cant stop looking at you?<br />
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<br />
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Its been late in the evening<br />
and the stars are twinkling<br />
way closer to my eyes<br />
And I am thinking of you<br />
and the speech disorder I fight<br />
Oh babe, I dont know what does it communicate<br />
When a common friend introduces me and,<br />
looking at you I foolishly say, "oh, I am late"<br />
and the next time when you asked me<br />
"what do you do?"<br />
I am putting up an intellectual portrait<br />
when I dont want to exaggerate.<br />
I dont know what the hell is wrong<br />
and I am sure you are not amused either.<br />
But hey, forgive me<br />
I am just too happy<br />
and I believe I said it all.<br />
As I just cant keep<br />
my excitement in my jacket<br />
And, cant notice how am I ignoring<br />
our common friend next to you.<br />
And I think you know, what is it<br />
when a guy cant stop looking at you?<br />
<br />
<br />
I have reached the station<br />
to catch up the train at 8<br />
The only left from your city<br />
and I am still gushing about the<br />
beautiful chance I got to make.<br />
I am wondering<br />
how could I just get up and<br />
clean that something around your eye<br />
I get back and when I realise<br />
I see my hands quietly moving in my pant pockets<br />
Oh babe, I just cant frame this anymore<br />
what do you think of me when<br />
when you're running away from making an eye-contact.<br />
May be I have put a wrong impression<br />
or you being too miser to react.<br />
Girl, you know when you look out<br />
of that window of the coffee shop<br />
I am not looking at you<br />
because its disheartening<br />
when you look sad<br />
I'll make sure that you smile<br />
till the end of time<br />
and then I will be overwhelmed<br />
to have made it all.<br />
And as I just cant see my hands<br />
shiver anymore and write<br />
And I cant make this song any more long<br />
for you to get it right<br />
I am sure you would know what is it<br />
when a guy cant stop looking this long at you...???<br />
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-Palok</div>Palok Singhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04407459761128123441noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5800931568032170964.post-78765866767909129582011-05-24T18:15:00.000+05:302011-05-25T16:02:23.855+05:30Photo-Album<span class="">कविता करने की एक ख़ास बात ये है, कि आप अपने मन के अन्दर झाँक पाते हो। कविता एक ऐसा जरिया <span class="">बन पाती </span>है, जिससे आप वो सब जो अपने बारे में जान पाए हो उसे व्यक्त कर सकते हो। </span><br /><span class="">शायद, इसे मेरा पर्सनल ओपिनियन भी मान सकते हैं आप, मगर इस बात में मुझे कोई शक नहीं है कि.....ज़िन्दगी में दो दफा बड़ी ख़ुशी होती है, एक जब आप खुद में खुद को पा लें और दूसरी जब आप किसी और में खुद को पा लें। </span><br /><span class="">नीची लिखी हुई कविता उसी ख्वाहिश में खुद को टटोलती कुछ पंक्तियाँ हैं.....सो जो मन में दबा मिला लिख दिया......शायद अच्छी हो शायद न भी...मगर मुझे तसल्ली है कि मैंने हर दूसरे शब्द पर खुद को खुद के और नजदीक पाया है। </span><br />-----------------------------------------------<br />-----------------------------------------------<br /><span class=""><span class=""></span></span><br /><span class="">कुछ</span> चीज़ें बदलना ही चाहती हैं।<br /><span class=""><span class="">कुछ</span> हम बदल नहीं पाते हैं। </span><br /><span class="">मैंने कमरा बदल लिया ,</span><br /><span class="">दिल तो नहीं था मगर</span><br /><span class="">करना ज़रूरी था। </span><br /><span class="">मकानमालिक के लड़के की शादी हो चुकी है। </span><br /><span class="">खैर नया कमरा तो ले </span><span class="">ही लिया आखिर, </span><br /><span class="">मन का तो नहीं है पर मन ही तो है। </span><br /><span class="">बहुत कुछ जो बिखरा था, इकठ्ठा भी कर ही लिया</span><br /><span class="">और जो काफी वक़्त से इकठ्ठा था</span><br /><span class="">वो फिर बिखर गया है। </span><br /><span class="">नए कमरे पर सारा सामान यूँ ही पड़ा है। </span><br /><span class="">जैसे कोने में किसी बंजारे का काफिला खड़ा है। </span><br /><span class="">बहुत सारी चीज़ें, जिनको अरसे से सोचा भी नहीं था</span><br /><span class="">अरमानों की तरह सामान में बंधा पड़ा मिला है। </span><br /><span class="">मेरी पीली रंग की कैंची,</span><br /><span class="">थोडा कम</span><br /><span class="">मगर बरसों से उतना ही पड़ा g<em>um</em>,</span><br /><span class="">गुस्सैल सी <em>cycle</em> की चैन,</span><br /><span class="">ज़िन्दगी की पहली कविताओं की <em>diary</em>,</span><br /><span class="">साथ में बड़े अक्षरों वाली <em>stencil</em>,</span><br /><span class="">जिसका P, &, S,</span><br /><span class="">घिसा था </span><br /><span class="">और वो चुराई हुई <em>Slambook</em> जिस पर </span><br /><span class="">पहले प्यार का सारा </span><br /><span class=""><em>Information</em> मिला था,</span><br /><span class="">फिर वही पुरानी फोटो एल्बम</span><br /><span class="">खोज के निकाली। </span><br /><span class="">वही जो कॉलेज के दिनों की</span><br /><span class="">बड़ी खूबसूरत बानगी है। </span><br /><span class="">जो बहुत ही ख़ास है</span><br /><span class="">जो उसी सफ़ेद-लाल </span><span class="">पोलीथिन में,</span><br /><span class="">मेरे पास है। </span><br /><span class="">पोलीथिन का निचला हिस्सा शायद जल गया था। </span><br /><span class="">पिघला फटा हुआ है वैसा ही आज भी। </span><br /><span class="">जाने हमेशा</span><br /><span class="">उस पर नज़र पहले क्यूँ जाती है । </span><br /><span class="">खैर मैंने एल्बम निकाली </span><br /><span class="">और साथ में रखे <em>negatives</em> के लिफाफे भी थे। </span><br /><span class="">दो <em>rolls</em> के <em>negatives</em> के लिए </span><br /><span class="">चार लिफाफे क्यूँ थे भगवान् जाने।</span><br /><span class="">मगर दिलचस्पी तो <em>negatives</em> में थी, </span><br /><span class=""><em>Digital</em> के ज़माने में <em>negative</em> की बड़ी <em>fancy</em> होती है ना। </span><br /><span class="">मैंने <em>negatives</em> निकाले, और <em>tubelight</em> ke नीचे </span><br /><span class="">जाने कितने चेहरे पहचाने।</span><br /><span class="">छुपाउंगा नहीं </span><br /><span class="">मुझे तुम्हारे चेहरे की तलाश थी। </span><br /><span class="">मिला तो, पर बड़ा अजीब था</span><br /><span class="">और उसका <em>developed</em> फोटो भी </span><br /><span class="">शायद तुम्हारे पास था। </span><br /><span class="">पर <em>negatives</em> देखने में </span><br /><span class="">सच में मज़ा बड़ा आता है। </span><br /><span class="">खैर बारी थी <em>album</em> की, </span><br /><span class="">बच्चों सी उत्सुकता थी </span><br /><span class=""><em>album</em> खोली और खोलते ही,</span><br /><span class="">तुम्हारी दो तसवीरें फिसल पड़ीं। </span><br /><span class="">मुझे तो उन्ही को <em>revise</em><span class=""> करना था</span></span><br /><span class="">पर कुछ ज्यादा जल्दी ही हो गया</span><br /><span class="">मगर मैंने उन्हें ज्यादा देर तक नहीं देखा। </span><br /><span class="">एक फोटो <em>Medium Close-Up</em> था,</span><br /><span class="">तुम <em>Extreme right</em> में </span><br /><span class="">मूर्ति के साथ </span><br /><span class=""><span class="">मूर्ति सी </span>खड़ी थी। </span><br /><span class="">अच्छी नहीं दिख रहीं थी।</span><br /><span class="">दूसरा एक <em>wide shot</em> था,</span><br /><span class="">कहने को कुछ साफ़ नहीं था। </span><br /><span class="">पता नहीं इतनी दूर से फोटो क्यूँ लिया था,</span><br /><span class="">शायद मुझको तुमसे प्रेम कम था। </span><br /><span class="">पन्ना पलटा तो तुमने एक मेरा </span><br /><span class="">फोटो खींचा हुआ था, </span><br /><span class="">मुझे याद है बड़ी हिम्मत से <em>request</em> किया था। </span><br /><span class=""><em>Extreme wide shot</em> लिया था तुमने</span><br /><span class="">और कहने को तो छोड़ो, </span><br /><span class="">दिखने को भी कुछ साफ़ नहीं था। </span><br /><span class="">शायद तुमको भी मुझसे प्रेम नहीं था। </span><br /><span class="">चंद और पन्नो में चंद और</span><br /><span class="">प्रकृतिक एवं देखने योग्य अलग अलग फोटो कैद थे। </span><br /><span class=""><em>Analog</em> कैमरा और <em>Educational trip</em></span><br /><span class="">पे ऐसे ही फोटो वैध थे। </span><br /><span class="">नज़ारे बुरे नहीं थे, </span><br /><span class="">बस इन नज़रों में कुछ दोस्तों के</span><br /><span class="">कभी सर तो कभी वो पुरे टहल रहे थे। </span><br /><span class="">ये <em>analog</em> कैमरे की दुनिया भी अजीब दीवानी है,</span><br /><span class=""></span><span class="">ठीक को कोई फोटो पूरी ठीक नहीं थी। </span><br /><span class="">पर किस्सों को जुबां यूँ लम्बी थी। </span><br /><span class="">एक दोस्त दीवार पर चढ़ा खिलखिला रहा था, </span><br /><span class="">तो एक फोटो में,</span><br /><span class="">दोस्तों का समूह हंसी छुपा रहा था। </span><br /><span class="">कुछ और काम की तसवीरें थी,</span><br /><span class="">उसमे से एक जब मैंने तुमसे</span><br /><span class="">जान-बूझ के बात बढाने की जुर्रत की थी। </span><br /><span class="">चंद और खूबसूरत तसवीरें </span><br /><span class=""><span class="">शायद</span> किसी मंदिर जैसी जगह की थी</span><br /><span class="">पता नहीं नाम याद नहीं रहते।</span><br /><span class="">फिर कॉलेज का असली रंग</span><br /><span class="">कुछ बेतरतीब नाचते कूदते </span><br /><span class="">लड़के लडकियां</span><br /><span class="">कुछ तो मेरे दोस्त थे</span><br /><span class="">कुछ के बारे में मेरी जानकारी </span><br /><span class="">ज़रा और भी कम है</span><br /><span class="">और हाँ फिर जिसे मेरी नज़र</span><br /><span class="">बहुत देर से ढून्ढ रही थी </span><br /><span class="">एक तस्वीर जिसमे मैं भी </span><br /><span class="">दूर कहीं पीछे </span><br /><span class="">बेतरतीब सा नाच रहा हूँ</span><br /><span class="">और सच कहूँ तो</span><br /><span class="">मैं भी कुछ अच्छा नहीं दिख रहा हूँ।</span><br /><span class="">कुछ चीज़ें बदलना ही चाहती हैं।<br />कुछ हम बदल नहीं पाते हैं। </span><br /><br /><span class=""></span><br />-<br />पलोकPalok Singhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04407459761128123441noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5800931568032170964.post-12781911403527404132011-01-04T23:51:00.000+05:302011-01-05T00:34:40.587+05:30Illusive Relation?<em>Just a random effort...poured in what came to mind....not a great one but not a bad one to share I believe......Please take a read!!!</em><br />........<br />,...........<br />................<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">There is something going</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">between you and me</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Its not me who say this</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">But the google report</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">that claims the scene.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">......</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Dont worry, I rubbished </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">them all</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I said I havent even</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">seen you for long</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Wrote to you nor</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">made a call.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">But,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I have searched your name</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">5319 times, the report reads.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">And further it repeats,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">There is something going</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">between you and me.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">...........</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Dont worry, I denied</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">them right away</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I told them I havent even</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">really thought about you.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I have larger intrests in life</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">than love.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">and had always kept myself</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">at bay.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">But,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">It flooded my screen with</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">my web Login IDs and Passwords.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">and all my passwords are</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">same to your name, it leaks.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">And further it repeats,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">There is something going</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">between you and me.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Hey, hey...dont panic </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">stay easy</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">It must be some technical mess</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">let me see</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">.......</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">........</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">This Internet thing is shit</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I tell you</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">You dont buy that, right.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Let me login my Facebook on your PC</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">and see, there I type in my name as PSWD</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Here we go,......oh..ohh...ohhh!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Dekha, I told you</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">this internet thing is shit.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">It logged into... your profile.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">How could this be your ID?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">How could there be something</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">between you and me...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></strong>Palok Singhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04407459761128123441noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5800931568032170964.post-51951059174079671742010-08-06T14:03:00.000+05:302010-08-06T14:14:29.364+05:30Lamba raasta aur chota safar- an experience!!!A black coffee with a little sugar, and 'ye dooriyaan' sng in the bakgrnd..goin thru sme skul frnds ke profiles...made feel abslutly bak in skul..as if am at d basktball court, in a sweet pleasure of thot abt staring at my favorite girl and at d bak of my mind, a bit worried if sombdy might come thru d corridors frm asmbly stage ki side se..n catch me coz games period ko over hue 5 min. ho gye hain and sweating me is all busy seeing this girl wash her face..i knw she wud be excused fr being late and i will be paying..but m not thinking abt that....she is still there and so am I.....it feels so gud that I can write all day abt it!...Being a writer is not always a gud feel but these are some moments when it feels precious or blessed!!!<br />Its damn hot out but somehow I am feeling as its cloudy around.....aur tez thandi hawa halke halke lag rahi hai.....god I am falling....I will stop it here frens!Palok Singhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04407459761128123441noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5800931568032170964.post-37903513528268990212010-07-06T01:59:00.000+05:302010-07-06T02:06:08.887+05:30रात के इस छोर पर .....<div><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><em>Raat ke is chhor par....</em></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><em>I generally give a description about my write ups, but this is one poem, for which I strongly feel to choose silence. However, I would just end up mentioning that it was a saturday night, where on one side had spent a busy week in office and the other side was a Sunday with no plans and promise ....and this is what went through mind that night!</em></span> </span><br /><em>I would thanks shankar sir for asking me to post it in Hindi. It feels good and is much more clearer in expression.</em><br />................................................................<br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">रात के इस छोर पर......</span><br /></span><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></strong><br /><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" >कल <span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" >रात <span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" >जगमगाती हुई <?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p></o:p></span></span></span><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">मेरी </span><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">चौखट पर आ सो गयी <o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">मैं निहारता रहा <o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">वो सितारों में ओझल हो गयी </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">कल सवेरा आयेगा <o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">चिट्ठी देने को कहा <o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">लिखा था </p></span><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal">ख़ुशी का पिटारा देना <o:p></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal">सुबह ने चुटकी ली <o:p></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal">घडी की सुइयों की आवाज़ </p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal">पाजेब का शोर करने लगी <o:p></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /><st1:state st="on"><st1:place st="on">मैंने </st1:place></st1:state>ढूंडा दरबदर <o:p></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal">वो जैसे इशारा कर ही रह गयी <o:p></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal">बेखबर हर पहर </p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal">गुज़र <st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">गया </st1:place></st1:city>नजदीक से <o:p></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal">रात फिर चौखट पर मेरी <o:p></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal">ग्लानी भरे हाथ जोड़े खडी </p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal">मैं मुस्कुराता , दिल बहलाता <o:p></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal">गीत पुराना कोई गुनगुनाया <o:p></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal">दरवाज़े पे कड़ी लगा दी <o:p></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal">रात कहानी सुना रहा हूँ <o:p></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal">थपकियों<span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"> की आहट में </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">रात ,चांदनी समेट सो गयी <o:p></o:p></p></span><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal">मैं निहारने लगा <o:p></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal">की कहीं किरण रवि की <o:p></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal">खिड़की से गिर पड़ी <o:p></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal">फिर दिन बरसने को था खड़ा <o:p></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal">और रात नम चलने लगी <o:p></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal">जाते जाते कहा <o:p></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal">मैं कहानी नहीं एक रात की <o:p></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal">मैं किस्सा दिन भर घुटते जज़्बात की हूँ <o:p></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal">कल फिर मिलेंगे <o:p></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal">तुम कुछ न बोलना <o:p></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal">मुझे समझने देना ,कहने देना <o:p></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal">कहना जो इन दीवारों के रंग को है <o:p></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal">घडी खिड़की कटी पतंग को है <o:p></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal">कहना जो इन अधलिखे कागजों के ढेर को है <o:p></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal">ममता प्यार यकीन के फेर को है <o:p></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal">कहना जो बरसात की बूँद को है <o:p></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal">आँगन गली बचपन की गूँज को है <o:p></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal">कहना जो तुमको खुद से है <o:p></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal">हर कविता में टटोलते सुख से है <o:p></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal">प्यार से ख्याल से <o:p></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal">आईने के सवाल से <o:p></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal">मैं कहानी नहीं एक रात की <o:p></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal">मैं कहानी नहीं एक रात की ...</p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal">......<o:p></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal">...<em>यह कह रात मेरे हाथ</em></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><em>एक कागज़ की पुडिया सी मुट्ठी <o:p></o:p></em></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><em>में थमा कर चली गयी। <o:p></o:p></em></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><em>खोला फिर कुछ साफ़ किया <o:p></o:p></em></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><em>देखा कुछ लिखा था</em> ....</p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal">..........<o:p></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal">"ख़ामोशी के शामियाने <o:p></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal">जो लगा रखे हैं तुमने <o:p></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal">मुस्कुराहटों के अलाव से जगमग <o:p></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal">दिखती है कुछ ख़ुशी जो लगभग <o:p></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal">वो शामियाना भी गिर जायेगा <o:p></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal">और मुस्कुराकर नाटक जो करते हो <o:p></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal">वो ढोंग भी जल जायेगा ."</p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal">.............</p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><em>अंत में कोष्ठक में लिखा </em><em>था</em>..... </p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal">...............<o:p></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal">"नित निरंतर प्रयत्न करो <o:p></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal">पर जो हो , उतना ही जतन करो </p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><o:p>अंकुश अविल्म्भ हटा दो तुम </o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal">जीवन्तता परिधान बना लो तुम "</p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal">..............</p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal">.................</p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal">....और इतने में ही अचानक दरवाज़ा खटका <o:p></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal">आकुल स्वर में <st1:state st="on"><st1:place st="on">मैंने </st1:place></st1:state>नाम पूछा </p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal">अहिस्ता से ज़मीन पर उसने तलवा रगडा <o:p></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal">पर जैसे छुपते छुपते भी <o:p></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal">पाजेब खुद को रोक न सकी <o:p></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal">मेरी दिलचस्पी बढ़ी <o:p></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal">और इस दफा आवाज़ थोड़ी और कसी <o:p></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal">कोई खिलखिलाकर कर हंस पड़ा <o:p></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal">जैसे एक एक घुंघरू गिर रहा <o:p></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal">मैं भी साथ में हंस पड़ा <o:p></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal">हँसता रहा हँसता रहा <o:p></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal">कड़ी खोली <o:p></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal">आँखें मसली</p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal">और सुबह के पिटारे से निकली <o:p></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal">सपनो से हकीकत में पिघली <o:p></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal">मेरी कहानी मेरा ही अक्स <o:p></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:78%;">मेरा अपना कोई पुराना शक्स।</span> </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:0;"></span><o:p></o:p></span></p><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">---पलोक सिंह </span></span></p></div>Palok Singhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04407459761128123441noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5800931568032170964.post-78538571223121000852010-04-03T08:24:00.000+05:302010-04-03T08:46:20.830+05:30Mujhme Rakha Kya Hai..<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Well, after a really long time, I am posting again one of my poems. However this particular piece of write up has nothing to do with the meantime. It was just as spontaneous and immediate as any good poem.</span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="font-family:georgia;">The poem is about a guy who is proposed by a girl but he could not accept it. He had this strong feeling that he is not the guy for this girl, and this is what he is explaining to this girl. I was just discovering this situation, where I got this question in my mind...is he really not the right guy for this girl, because he cares, he is concerned and put in his energy to push her in a better world..???</span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Whats your take..??</span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><em>..........</em></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><em></em></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="font-family:georgia;">tera meri taqdeer mein rakha kya hai<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="font-family:georgia;">dil khuda nahin mera, fir tera khwaab kya hai<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="font-family:georgia;">kuch khaas nahin, bas chand tedi medhi<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="font-family:georgia;">lakeerein hain hath mein mere<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="font-family:georgia;">gehri hain bahut jaise pasre hain andhere<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="font-family:georgia;">meri zameen pe khichi, to bat kya sab kuch<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="font-family:georgia;">tera asmaan bat jaye jo to fir mila kya hai.... </span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><em>...........</em></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><em></em></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><o:p><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></o:p></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><o:p><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></o:p></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><o:p><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></o:p></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="font-family:georgia;">bahut khoobsurat hote hain khwaab<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="font-family:georgia;">tu ye gunah na karwa<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="font-family:georgia;">pakeezah si khwahishon mein<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="font-family:georgia;">mjhse daag na lagwa<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="font-family:georgia;">teri farmaishon mein<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="font-family:georgia;">meri nakami ka mulk na ban jaye<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="font-family:georgia;">ki fateh hum na kar sakein ise<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="font-family:georgia;">aur dard se daman na bhar jaye</span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><em>........</em></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><o:p><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></o:p></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><o:p><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></o:p></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="font-family:georgia;">mere is khyal ko kuch to tawazzo de<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="font-family:georgia;">jirah nahin hai tujhse <o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="font-family:georgia;">bas ek darkhwaast samajh le<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="font-family:georgia;">ki aur na aazma mujhe<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="font-family:georgia;">main hun nahin shaqs wo wajib<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="font-family:georgia;">chod bhi is sune shahar mein basa kya hai<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="font-family:georgia;">tera meri taqdeer mein rakha kya hai...</span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><o:p><span style="font-family:georgia;">-Palok Singh</span></o:p></i></p>Palok Singhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04407459761128123441noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5800931568032170964.post-4893301495420200572010-01-29T22:47:00.000+05:302010-01-29T23:36:14.449+05:30Do toook!<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Here is a ghazal where a human being in a human being's body, is talking to his god. He shows his worries and concerns towards the distance that man is raising every day, away from the god. I hope that it appeals!</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:georgia;"></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:'Monotype Corsiva';"></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>Mandir masjidon mein bhi bhagwaan nahi milta<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p></o:p></em></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em><?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /><st1:place st="on">Kisi</st1:place> ki aankhon mein jhanko to insaan nahi milta<o:p></o:p></em></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>Ye ajeeb duniya ho gayi hai teri </em></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>Yahan teri meri zarurat ka samaan nahi milta.</em></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><em>-</em></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><em>-</em></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><em></em></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em></em></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em></em></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em></em></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><o:p><em></em></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><o:p><em></em></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>Khuli dukaan hai aadmi, band dilon ke darwaaze<o:p></o:p></em></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>Aansuon ke bhaav par, milte khushiyon ke behlave</em></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>Ghut ghut ke mar leta hai aadmi, ab yahan shamshan nahi milta<o:p></o:p></em></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>Yahan teri meri zarurat ka samaan nahin milta.</em></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><em>-</em></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><em>-</em></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><em></em></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em></em></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em></em></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em></em></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><o:p><em></em></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><o:p><em></em></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>Teri sikhayi seekhon ka, yahan sab remix banaya karte hain<o:p></o:p></em></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>Rishton ki dor se sab khoob pech ladaya karte hain<o:p></o:p></em></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>Yahan waqt itna kimti hai ki kisi ko waqt nahin milta<o:p></o:p></em></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>Yahan teri meri zarurat ka samaan nahin milta.</em></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><em>-</em></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><em>-</em></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><em></em></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em></em></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em></em></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em></em></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><o:p><em></em></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><o:p><em></em></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>Rashq karega ab tu bhi kispar, yahan log ab tera ehsaan nahin mante<o:p></o:p></em></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>Khoob sajayi duniya mohabbat se tune, par log use ‘disorder’ se kuch alag nahi mante<o:p></o:p></em></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>Tere jazbaaton pe khud rona aata tujhe, par achha hai jo ab tu yahan nahin rehta<o:p></o:p></em></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>Yahan teri meri zarurat ka samaan nahin milta.</em></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>-Palok Singh<o:p></o:p></em></span></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"></span></p>Palok Singhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04407459761128123441noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5800931568032170964.post-75168904316812152722010-01-09T17:37:00.000+05:302010-01-12T22:45:07.761+05:30Haai paisaaa...!!!The poem tells the thinking of a young boy who is finding himself a complete misfit in this money driven and rapidly mechanising world. As a poet I had tried to dig out the vaccantness of love, life and simplicity in the present day world. We feel the need and are trying to ease our lives every day, by endless means derived of the human brain. But if we really look at the advancement so far in the history, I can see more of complications than ease. Well,that might be just one more perception but since I have had faith in simple living, here is a piece of expression by me. I hope you all will appreciate. Thanks!<br /><br /><br /><strong>Haai paisaaa...!!!</strong><br /><em>Jal mein jaise pratibimba ghul jaye,<br />sapnon mein jaise jeevan mil jaye,<br />aise hi mere sada se rehan par,<br />waqt ki gatisheelta bhari pad aayi hai.<br />paise aur kismat ki bhi lagi<br />mujhse purani koi ruswayi hai,<br />pehla hai jo kabhi tikta nahi,<br />aur duja nahi tikne deta hai.<br />Bhai-behnon ki kitabon mein,<br />main ab ek nikkami adat hun.<br />Aur pyari si meri maa ki ankhon mein,<br />asha ki khilafat hun.<br />Dekh mujhe kabhi tapakta,<br />babuji ki ankhon mein noor nahin.<br />Retro ke chashmon mein unke,<br />main hun ek khote sikke jaisa.<br />Haai paisa ye paisa kaisa.<br />Jeena bhi doobhar ho jaye,<br />jaise marna sa jeekar ho jaye.<br />Hath mein aye is sunehre panchi ko<br />main aksar fanaa kar deta hun.<br />Dosh lage mujhe ye<br />na dosh ke jaisa<br />Haai paisa ye paisa kaisa.<br /><br />Suron se pehle bolon ki<br />mehangai sunai de jaye,<br />Nangi video mein remix ko bhi<br />bazaar dikhai de jaye,<br />Jahan call sasti karne ki<br />hod to sab mein ho,<br />par bhooke pet ko bharne ko<br />koi bin paise ke<br />jhoota bhi khana lata nahin hai.<br />Aag lage meri footi kismat ko<br />hath tumhare nahin tikta paisa,<br />-girlfriend bhi ye kehkar roti hai.<br />Aur sach kahun to bin paise ke,<br />kuch dikkat to mujhe bhi hoti hai.<br />Money may not be everything<br />but has the power to buy everything.<br />mere shubhchintak kehlanewale ye samjhate hain.<br />par is Sale-Purchase ki duniya mein sahab,<br />main hun bas ek MRP ki chippi jaisa.<br />Haai paisa ye paisa kaisa.<br />Insan ka bhi mol laga jaye.<br />Aur zindagi to jaise kahin<br />kataron mein peeche reh jaye.<br />Main hanskar is bazaar mein<br />oonchi boli mein bikta hun.<br />Jane kyun ab ye lagta hai, ae humnafaz</em><br /><em>na kuch tere jaisa,</em><br /><em>aur na ab kuch mere jaisa.<br />Haai paisa ye paisa kaisa....<br />Haai paisa ye paisa kaisa....</em><br /><br />-<strong>Palok Singh </strong>Palok Singhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04407459761128123441noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5800931568032170964.post-59352573063459456432010-01-01T19:26:00.000+05:302010-01-01T19:29:29.220+05:30around the corner<strong><em>Around the corner…</em></strong><br /><br /><em><span >Love has always been around the corner<br />But then I don’t know why I am so worried.<br />The nature seems to be pulling sarcasm on me,<br />on me and the hollow shell of my life.<br />It may have been giggling your throats to a elongated size.<br />But even when everything works like a perfect man,<br />I feel the emptiness now and then.<br />There are so many stories around my past and present,<br />but none of them are like the one I meant.<br />Be it any stage of my life,<br />to my holy fate things were always in discounted size.<br />And then love,<br />Love has always been around the corner.<br /><br />I don’t know whether I always stood apart,<br />Or love had deliberately been around the corner<br />I am sure I was not in the center,<br />for people in the center are inflated rather being discounted.<br />Then again where have I been?<br />It is interesting and I am still thinking.<br />Every time I think and go around my head,<br />I keep on memorizing and try to figure what’s that?<br />A self dominated yet my kind of girl<br />I can see a vague picture<br />but the thought is clear and fresh<br />I am sure its you and you don’t be worried,<br />its me around your corner, trust me.<br />And then love<br />Love has always been around the corner.</span></em><br /><em><span >-Palok Singh</span></em>Palok Singhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04407459761128123441noreply@blogger.com6