Saturday, March 22, 2014

Teaching of a youth

Happy International Women's Day




Son  said …….
O mother  !
Old days are gone
Your ideology
Plain living high thinking
May not work today
Even religious leader don't follow your ideology
Moreover
I am not going to become politician (Neta jee )
O dear mother !
You should also change
Time is teaching
You should follow
High living and high thinking
And thus
A youth became
The teacher of time
To women .

My partner


Life is lived
With shrewdness
Not with innocence
And
By the time  I  realised 
It was late
Shrewdness   became partner of someone's else
And
Innocence was killed
And
My
Life became standstill .

Tuesday, March 18, 2014

coloured jobs



We
Tie   bands
Round  our  neck
Gold     collar
White   collar
Blue      collar
To
Job and
Run  our society
Otherwise
Won't  we  become  animal
And
Eat each other .

Meet me

 NAVAL SINGH

Meet me at the place where time and space lose their identity;
where the rays of light curl through your flowing hairs,

And create a rainbow of hope and optimism;
Where your transient smiles escape in all dimensions,
They create life across planets.
Meet me where we can be one for eternity and with eternity;
Meet me when time is right for you,
For there I will have plenty and you will have none of that.

Your mere existence is the vital living force
That which runs through my veins, and
Makes me the insurmountable force of passion and zest;
Which when lost makes the hairs go silver.

My eyes glimmer with remembrances of the moments we shared together,
I have captured a few of those and hidden them deep in my heart.

I live in you, breathe in you and am an inseparable part of you, 
your memory in my every guarded moment being a sole proxy of your encumbrances;
Those which your furtive glances at me shared unknowingly,

And which I replied through my silence.

Saturday, March 1, 2014

A rainy day

phir megh aaye umad ghumad ke, 
badra barse, jiyara tarse; 
chhod chale the hum jin galiyon ko, 
aaj wahin se hawaaon ka jhonka aaya hai;
saath apne mere bachpan ke kuch din bhi laya hai.

Aaj baith phakira karta hai hatheli ke sikkon ka hisaab
yaadon ka hisaab, rishton ka hisaab;
kuch mude tude noton ka hisaab,
taabeej mein bandhi pudiya mein nanhi mini ki ungliyon ki chhap ka hisaab;
beete hue zindagi ki thokron ka hisaab,
apnon ke apnapan ka hisaab;
rishton ki ahmiyat ka hisaab,

jhunjhla utha hai wo,
ye daulat bhi le lo, ye shohrat bhi le lo;
aur lelo mujhse tum meri jawani,
saath hi tum lelo meri zindgaani;
jab tumne le hi li hai meri wo kagaz ki kashti,
wo baarish ka paani.

Naval Singh ....NICE