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Aarambh Hai Prachand

This is not an original creation by me. It is my favorite hindi poem written in 'veer' ras... from the movie Gulaal, the soundtrack that accompanies it in the movie makes it even more engaging.... here it is आरम्भ है प्रचंड  बोले मस्तकों के झुण्ड आज जंग की घडी की तुम गुहार दो  आन बान शान या की जान का हो दान   आज एक धनुष के बाण पे उतार दो  जो मन करे सो प्राण दे जो मन करे सो प्राण ले  वही तो एक सर्व शक्तिमान है कृष्ण की पुकार है  ये भागवद का सार है  की युद्ध ही तो वीर का प्रमाण है कौरवों की भीड़ हो  या पांडवों की नीड़ हो  जो लड़ सका है वो ही तो महान है जीत की हवास नहीं किसी पे कोई वश नहीं  क्या ज़िन्दगी है ठोकरों पे मार दो   मौत अंत है नहीं तो मौत से भी क्यों डरें ये जाके आसमान में दहाड़ दो  आरम्भ है प्रचंड  बोले मस्तकों के झुण्ड आज जंग की घडी की तुम गुहार दो  आन बान शान या की जान का हो दान   आज एक धनुष के बाण पे उतार दो  आरम्भ है प्रचंड .... हो दया का भाव...

What I always wanted

Always wanted to be the guy holding the guitar Always wanted that long drive in a luxuruious car Always wanted the gals to feel like I was their dream guy Always wanted to let the guys know I was a friend worth the try Always wanted to be the best at what I did Always wanted to keep pushing at that closed lid Always wanted to know about a thousand little things Always wanted to be the jack of all trades who  could outshine the so-called kings But between what I always wanted and what I was going to be came the the deep and turbulent ocean which we call reality Now what I am  is the guy holding the pen Now I want to shed light on things shoved into the dark and endless den Now I don't want to be any girl's dream guy for I'm sure the one who is yet to be would wake up from her dreams and on a day not so far,meet me. Now,I still want to be a master of my limited arts Still want to aim for the bull's eye never falling short of d...

Question Marks

Life moves on but these question marks remain Family? Love? Career? Future?  and many more storm my brain As a teenager I was told 'Work hard these two-three years' and a comfortable life will unfold But now I think if the truth be told those 'two or three years' will keep coming back till I get old After all hard work the question marks remain new if not the old ones losses accompany all that I gain But when I clear my head a little I realize that I have to find the answers for life is nothing but a riddle These question marks I have to erase albeit they'll be replaced by more because i'll never find what's on the other side until I gather the courage to knock on the door

My Travel Bag

Life's the longest journey that I have to endure My mind is my travel bag full of emotions that might not all be pure. And in that travel bag I keep memories of people that I knew or of those who played a role in my thousand different stories. There are some moments as well kept in there unintentionaly like that customary old cap fuzzy,but still reminding me where this journey began, unconditonally. In the end i pack hope on the top just like the flash light something to switch on in the dark and help me see everything right I zip it all up the emotions, the memories, the moments,the hope with the love in my heart glancing towards the horizon as me and my destination are still miles apart