THE BEST

Oh that’s the best for me I know

Perhaps not the best for all though

It sure has got its share of dirt

Still I will remain in mirth

As impure as imperfect it could be

As much as it can infect me

It has to be the one I always yearned

With all the toil I finally earned

Now that I have it stand by my side

I care the least for all that deride

I never... never was understood

Oft called ignorant, sometimes rude

Yet they never can decide my fate

Cannot write on my life’s slate

Oh Heart! Now let all the qualms go

Coz that’s the best for me you know

GROWING UP

When a humour didn’t stop on a smile

And could carry something overly more

When having journeyed an extra mile

Could give a rise to glee in galore

For a benign pinch on the cheeks

When eyes needed no fear to cry

When futile endeavours made in streaks

Could each time reveal a visible sigh

Now

We all have grown to understand

That the worldly affairs are a little strange

And we learn to conceal with falling sand

Rightly they say ‘Times do change’

THE LAST CLASS

Well fellas I wrote this poem in the shortest time that I ever took in writing something of this length... I dunno whether it was my creativity that was at its best at this time or something else that inspired me so much (though I fear the possibility of the later was greater).... whatever gentlemen... I m not in a very good shape of mind post writing this....

THE LAST CLASS

The Last class over, I feel the tinge

The Last class over, and so is the binge

The last class over and everyone’s gone

The last class over and I feel alone...

The last class over and so are the happenings

The last class over, now I miss all these things

I miss the cases that I never read

And I miss the answers instantly made

I miss the presentations I first time saw

When I was on the dais with the open jaw

I miss speaking in the most gaseous forms

And fearing the questions from all the book worms

I miss those claps which meant to thank me

For ending the torture and let others free

I miss so much sitting in the last row

That used to go sold in the first bid though

I miss the planning that used to be done

For the evening party and the alcoholic fun

I miss sleeping sans sheets, pillows, bed

With the pyramid of bags in front of my head

I miss the movies on the corner seat

Clicking the pictures and priding the feat

I miss the white board with drawings filled

And writing before classes ‘The class cancelled’

I miss the launchers and all the paper balls

That kept on flying inside the four walls

I miss the proxies and their being caught

The sniggers, the empathies that absentees got

I miss that single name that single scapegoat

That used to bear brunt and always to dote!

I miss the fun, the love, the ridicule I got

All that I could mention and all that I could not

Now I curse the times when I bunked Alas!!

Why did this occur to me in the very last class?!

The last class over and I go insane,

Coz I very well know, it won’t come again...

A LESS KNOWN PURSUIT

I dared to move up feel the sky

I dared to caress wind and fly

I dared to leap and catch some run

I dared to laugh and have some fun

I dared to run down butter flies

And run up flowers before one dries

I dared to talk to birds and sing

And add to my life a bit of zing

I dared to go some place unseen

The paths to which aren’t umpteen

I dared to say some things unheard

And ask questions left unanswered

I dared to hug that fille unmet

With gentle words and eyes wet

I dared to challenge the mighty lords

Raise some noise, cross some swords

I dared to dig and walk my ways

Sleep my nights, start my days

And all my fears I put to scream

I dared to wake up, I dared to dream

But all I thought was met with reproof

And all I did was told to be goof

Yet I dared to differ from astute

And began following a less known pursuit.

ख़ुशी

हँस लेता है दिल, जाने कितना खुश होता है ?!!

मै कहता हु "सुन पगले! ये बात समझ ना आये,

क्यों इतना तू हुआ बावला, क्या तुझको यु भाए?"

मै पुछू "सुन ओ भवरे! क्यों इतना तू इतराए,

किन फूलो कि पंखुडियों, किन कलियों पर मंडराए?

क्या पाया, किसको देखा, कितने रस का है पान किया,

किन किन रस्तों से गुजरा, क्या क्या है तुने जान लिया?

कौन मिला तुझको ऐसा, जो तू खुद कि सुध छोड़ चला,

कैसे दिन बहुरे तेरे, तू किससे नाता जोड़ चला?

कुछ तो बतला दे सपने तू किस जग के संजोता है?"

हँस लेता है दिल, जाने कितना खुश होता है?!!

"क्या बोलू उसको जिसको बस मतलब कि है चाह यहाँ,

हर मुस्काते चेहरे में जो ढूंढे कारण कोई नया,

मै खुश क्यों तू छोड़, बता है शंकित क्यों तू फिर वैसे,

क्या हर विस्तृत अधरों से तू पूछे प्रश्न सदा ऐसे?

मै तो बेमतलब खुश हु, बेमतलब कि मुस्कान लिए,

पर तू क्यों है व्यग्र हुआ, क्या तुझको है परेशान किये?

किंचित रस्तों, रिश्तो, पुष्पों कि मुझको इच्छा ना कोई,

मिलना ना मिलना मिलके खोना क्या कोई बात नई!!

क्या है परिभाषा खुश होने कि, किस कारण जश्न मेरे?!!

मै तो बेमतलब खुश हु, बेमतलब के है प्रश्न तेरे......"