"मेरी महफ़िल में ज़िक्र तेरा होता है" क्या कह दिया मैंने,
होके मग़रूर ख़ुद को ख़ुदा ही जान बैठा तू!

"merii mehfil mein zikr tera hota hai" kyaa kah diyaa maine,

hoke mag.roor kh.ud ko kh.udaa hi jaan baithaa tuu!

कोई और नहीं

न अजनबी है मुझ से, न ग़म से मेरे, तू
दाग़-ए-दिल-ए-नाज़ुक से मेरे अंजान भी नहीं

है मसरूफ आख़िर कितना, के है औरों से रु-ब-रु
बस ग़म-ए-दिल से मेरे ही परेशान तू नहीं

क्या हो चला है इस कदर बेज़ार मुझ से तू,
के ग़म-ए-दिल से मेरे ज़रा परेशान तू नहीं?

ये फ़िर उसी मुक़ाम पर ले आई मुझे हयात
के मैं हूँ, मेरी तन्हाई है, कोई और फ़िर नहीं!


na ajnabii hai mujh se, na g.am se mere, tu

daag.-e-dil-e-naazuk se mere anjaan bhii nahii.n

hai masruuf akh.ir kitnaa, ke hai auro.n se ru-ba-ru

bas g.am-e-dil se mere hii pareshaan tu nahii.n

kya ho chala hai isa kadar bezaar mujh se tu

ke g.am-e-dil se mere zaraa pareshaan tu nahii.n?

ye fir usii muk.aam par le aayii mujhe hayaat

ke mai.n huu.n, merii tanhaayi hai, koii aur fir nahii.n!

Seasons

Summer and winter, like some friends,
come assert, and thrust and 'stay,'
give in, make room, but know--
they'll go--nothing ever stays!

Spring, like some, comes and goes
short lived though, good while it lasts.

Autumn steals in when it can,
around for a bit, & fades out as quietly.

Rains, like others, charming and fickle,
come and go as they please...
and leave you wanting--for more

With each you wither a little
but you also learn to be!

A New Day

If life seems at its lowest ebb,
Because a day's gone wrong.
Let not your heart be troubled,
For a new day soon will dawn

And we can never be quite sure,
Just what it has in store.
Since each one is so different,
Than the one just gone before

As it penetrates the darkness,
With its soft and tranquil beams.
It calms even the most restless soul,
And brings new hopes and dreams

So when a day's been troubled,
And the night is dark and long.
Lift up your fallen spirits,
For a new day soon will dawn

~Anonymous

Alone

Alone! that worn-out word,
So idly spoken, and so coldly heard;
Yet all that poets sing,
and grief hath known,
Of hopes laid waste,
knells in that word--Alone.
- [Alone]


Edward George Earle Lytton Bulwer-Lytton, first Baron Lytton

But the good deed...

But the good deed, through the ages
Living in historic pages,
Brighter grows and gleams immortal,
Unconsumed by moth or rust.

- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Norman Baron

Ah, summer, what power you have to make us suffer... ~Russell Baker

Life's like this...

Life sometimes brings us such people, who definitely deserve a mention. Here I go...

Last Sunday, a friend and I were walking back from the make-do market in our locality , when a couple stopped their car next to us, and asked if they could give us a ride, and drop us somewhere. It was late in the evening, we were drenched, and carrying heavy grocery bags. And of course, there were no autos around.

It turned out that we were headed in a different direction from them. We thanked them all the same, for the kind gesture. We were really over whelmed that there still are such people around! They had actually gone a little ahead, and reversed over to stop by our side, to offer us the lift! To top it, they didn't care that we'd drip and ruin their expensive upholstery!

We blessed them, as they went by, and continued on our way, still talking of their goodness...