Months that make a year

Once I chose to chase the dreams that dwelt in my eyes,
I fasten my steps to grab that butterfly...
I crossed the icy roads with cold hand and heart,
It was Jan Feb and March that gave me a start..
Then came the months of April and May,
Apart from failures, I was happy and gay..
Not because it didn't matter to me or thy,
But for I had my loved ones on my June and July..
August and September were like Autumn and rain,
I shed the fear from the tree of Felicity and gain.
I walked little slow in October and November,
Now i was not alone but accompanied by many members..
Finally, Here it comes my beloved December,
Long nights to hold more dreams and beautiful memories to remember.

New year

I hold you for whole three sixty five days,
Now you are leaving with same similar ways.
You ended a story in tear,
Still I'll welcome you new year..

चार लोग

फक़त चार लोगों के लिए कुछ यूं छोड़ गए वो हमें,
मानों उनकी ये चार रोज़ की ज़िंदगी उन चार की अमानत थी।

I learn from boredom

I leave my city when it is dark late night,
Making myself invisible from my people's sight.
I usually sleep before it stuck 11 on clock,
But on that day I keep my eye on railway track.
When you are working that too not in your land ,
You memorize the whole year holidays and weekend.
You often meet people who are sympathized with you,
You got to shake your head and think now it's nothing new.
When you get your same routine multistory tiffin in lunch,
That is the time when you miss your mother very much.
You realize the importance of little things that were once ignored ,
That is how you learn not to let go but to keep a hold.

Shayri

कुछ आरज़ू अनकही रह गयीं,
कुछ तमन्नायें दबी रह गयीं |
वक्त कुछ यूँ बदल गया,
तुम बस शायरी में लिखी रह गयी|

Dream

I was resting in a solitary room,
Got a sudden knock at the door like 'boom'.
Some people managed to get in,
Plain faces with no any whim.
They started introducing themselves to me,
I'm Nirbhaya, raped brutally on chilly winter eve.
I was left with harsh bruises and mark,
Cannibals roam in my city, when it is dark.
I'm Junaid, a young chap with dreams of future and fame,
Got lynched by the mob, that too 'not in my name'.
Stories of many people left unsaid and went in vain,
They disappeared like a snowflake in the heavy rain.
I got up and opened my eyes,
Switched on the t.v and again hearing some more cries.
Wish I could see the India of my dreams,
Alas! Dreams are becoming nightmares and changing their streams.

The story of evolution

There was no one in the beginning except Adam and Eve ,
They were blessed with the children
Named Indu, Sabastian, Asim and Amrik.
They told their children to worship none,
They were together with enjoyment and fun.
Days passed and passed the years,
Demise of their parents stuck them into fear.
To overcome this fear they portrayed an image of a Lord,
One called Bhagwan another Allah, waheguru and God.
Till then everything was normal, but after this ,
Indu was Hindu, Sabastian Christian, Asim Muslim and Amrik a Sikh.
They worshipped them accordingly with utter promoting,
Coz they knew, at the end of the day, they were all siblings.