Do toook!

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!

Mandir masjidon mein bhi bhagwaan nahi milta

Kisi ki aankhon mein jhanko to insaan nahi milta

Ye ajeeb duniya ho gayi hai teri

Yahan teri meri zarurat ka samaan nahi milta.

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Khuli dukaan hai aadmi, band dilon ke darwaaze

Aansuon ke bhaav par, milte khushiyon ke behlave

Ghut ghut ke mar leta hai aadmi, ab yahan shamshan nahi milta

Yahan teri meri zarurat ka samaan nahin milta.

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Teri sikhayi seekhon ka, yahan sab remix banaya karte hain

Rishton ki dor se sab khoob pech ladaya karte hain

Yahan waqt itna kimti hai ki kisi ko waqt nahin milta

Yahan teri meri zarurat ka samaan nahin milta.

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Rashq karega ab tu bhi kispar, yahan log ab tera ehsaan nahin mante

Khoob sajayi duniya mohabbat se tune, par log use ‘disorder’ se kuch alag nahi mante

Tere jazbaaton pe khud rona aata tujhe, par achha hai jo ab tu yahan nahin rehta

Yahan teri meri zarurat ka samaan nahin milta.

-Palok Singh

Haai 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!


Haai paisaaa...!!!
Jal mein jaise pratibimba ghul jaye,
sapnon mein jaise jeevan mil jaye,
aise hi mere sada se rehan par,
waqt ki gatisheelta bhari pad aayi hai.
paise aur kismat ki bhi lagi
mujhse purani koi ruswayi hai,
pehla hai jo kabhi tikta nahi,
aur duja nahi tikne deta hai.
Bhai-behnon ki kitabon mein,
main ab ek nikkami adat hun.
Aur pyari si meri maa ki ankhon mein,
asha ki khilafat hun.
Dekh mujhe kabhi tapakta,
babuji ki ankhon mein noor nahin.
Retro ke chashmon mein unke,
main hun ek khote sikke jaisa.
Haai paisa ye paisa kaisa.
Jeena bhi doobhar ho jaye,
jaise marna sa jeekar ho jaye.
Hath mein aye is sunehre panchi ko
main aksar fanaa kar deta hun.
Dosh lage mujhe ye
na dosh ke jaisa
Haai paisa ye paisa kaisa.

Suron se pehle bolon ki
mehangai sunai de jaye,
Nangi video mein remix ko bhi
bazaar dikhai de jaye,
Jahan call sasti karne ki
hod to sab mein ho,
par bhooke pet ko bharne ko
koi bin paise ke
jhoota bhi khana lata nahin hai.
Aag lage meri footi kismat ko
hath tumhare nahin tikta paisa,
-girlfriend bhi ye kehkar roti hai.
Aur sach kahun to bin paise ke,
kuch dikkat to mujhe bhi hoti hai.
Money may not be everything
but has the power to buy everything.
mere shubhchintak kehlanewale ye samjhate hain.
par is Sale-Purchase ki duniya mein sahab,
main hun bas ek MRP ki chippi jaisa.
Haai paisa ye paisa kaisa.
Insan ka bhi mol laga jaye.
Aur zindagi to jaise kahin
kataron mein peeche reh jaye.
Main hanskar is bazaar mein
oonchi boli mein bikta hun.
Jane kyun ab ye lagta hai, ae humnafaz
na kuch tere jaisa,
aur na ab kuch mere jaisa.
Haai paisa ye paisa kaisa....
Haai paisa ye paisa kaisa....

-Palok Singh

around the corner

Around the corner…

Love has always been around the corner
But then I don’t know why I am so worried.
The nature seems to be pulling sarcasm on me,
on me and the hollow shell of my life.
It may have been giggling your throats to a elongated size.
But even when everything works like a perfect man,
I feel the emptiness now and then.
There are so many stories around my past and present,
but none of them are like the one I meant.
Be it any stage of my life,
to my holy fate things were always in discounted size.
And then love,
Love has always been around the corner.

I don’t know whether I always stood apart,
Or love had deliberately been around the corner
I am sure I was not in the center,
for people in the center are inflated rather being discounted.
Then again where have I been?
It is interesting and I am still thinking.
Every time I think and go around my head,
I keep on memorizing and try to figure what’s that?
A self dominated yet my kind of girl
I can see a vague picture
but the thought is clear and fresh
I am sure its you and you don’t be worried,
its me around your corner, trust me.
And then love
Love has always been around the corner.
-Palok Singh