I Question Myself ?

ए खुदा

ए खुदा 

जाना  जबसे  हे  हमने  आपको ,
बस  याद  किया  और  पाया  आपको |
कभी  शिकायत  का  मौका  ही  न  दिया ,
इतना  आपने  हमसे  प्यार  किया | 
कैसे  करे  शुक्रिया  ..? 
जितना  झुकू  कम  पड़े  ए खुदा, 
माता  पिता  से  ज्यादा  आपका  आदर  किया  ...|
हर  पल  थे  आप  मेरे  साथ , 
जब  भी  ज़रुरत  पड़ी ,
थमा  आपने  मेरा  हाथ | 
कभी  न  थे  आप  हमसे  खफा ,
ज़ल्ज़लूँ  में  भी  पास  बैठे  हर  समां |
थे  जब  हम  अकेले ,
सहारा  दिया  कंधो  के  टेल | 
उल्झानोको  सुलझाया ,  
चुटकी  में  हमे  मुस्कुराया |
आपने  हमे  हँसाया,  
जब  भी  किसीने  रुलाया | 
जीना  आपने  सिखाया ,
बनके  मेरी  छाया  | 
माँगा  जो  भी  हमने , 

दिया  आपने  सब  कुछ  पल  में | 
बस  साथ  रहना  हमेशा  ए  खुदा , 
क्योंकि  आगे  खोना  हे  ज्यादा  , पाना  कहा  !!!
कमज़ोर  न  पड़ने  देना  हमें , 
इतनी  शाख्ती देना  हमें | 
खुश  रखना  उनको  खुदा , 
जिनको  चाहते  हे  हम  दिलो  जान ...
कभी  न  छोड़ो  उनका  हाथ , 
क्योंकि  हम  न  रह  पाएंगे  उनके  साथ | 
उम्र  थो  हमारी  उनको  दीजिये , 
थोड़े  वोह  जिद्दी  हे  , पर  माफ़  ज़रूर  कीजिये , 
ए  खुदा  , इतना  आपसे  गुजारिश |

  लिखनेवाली  :- आद्रिका राइ 

 

ಕರುಳ ಕೂಗು

ಕರುಳ ಕೂಗು

ಕದ ತಟ್ಟಿ ಕರೆಯಿತು
ಕರುಳ ಬಳ್ಳಿ....
ಮನ ಮುಟ್ಟಿ ನಗಿಸಿತು
ಪ್ರೀತಿಯಲ್ಲಿ .......

ಮುನಿಸೇಥಕೆ ಮಗುವೆ
ನಿನಗೆ ನನ್ನಲ್ಲಿ ..
ಮುನಿಸು ತೊರೆದು ಬಾ
ನಗೆ ಚೆಲ್ಲಿ ...

ಬರೆದವರು :- ಸಂಜಯ್ ರಾವ್.

हर पल पावू आपको ...

हर  पल  पावू  आपको ...

चेहरा  जो  आपका ,
  दिखे  हमे  हर  जगा | 
  आँखें  जब  बंद  करे , 
       सामने  खड़े  मिले  आप |

पागल  कहे  लोग  हमें ,
सपने  देखे  हर  समय |
ये  न  जानते  हुए ,
बुनियाद  ही  लड़खड़ाते  हुए |

प्यार  करते  हे  हम  इतना ,
न  मिलने  की  गुंजाइश  लिए | 
रब  से  बात  करते  हे  थो ,
सिर्फ  आपके  बारे  में |

        बसे  हे  आप  मुझमे ...

मेरे  खायालूँ  में |
क्या  करे  रब्बा , 
            उनमे  आपको  पाते  हे  ...

 लिखनेवाली   :-    आद्रिका  राइ 

Bus

Bus

Bus bus bus,
Full of rush.
When it’s urgent to go,
We thank at last i got a bus to go...

But not always same;
When we wait for bus more.
We lose our patience to store,
Scold & bang in mind more & more...

If bus is rush
A touch from boy to girl
Is a slap to him,
On sweet cheek like 
Crow kiss on cheek on his face.
But it’s fair on guys,
If it’s unfair on girls.

If same touch from girl to boy,
Boy be decent,

To avoid such conflicts.
Because even it’s fair on boys,
People shouts on support for crow like crows....

Seating in bus like,
Hot of class bench,
Or soft like pillow,
Lets enjoy it, never then it’s our money at all...

But why those 4 seats,
Always reserved for ladies.
May be to get cool from behind,
Through mirror of driver,

With gear box a side makes hot all day
With cool behind need him to take that hot whole day...

But what about last seat,
A seat for exercise machine to body.
A seat on last starts,
Jumping from high to long,
With bumps on head if jumps are more...

But enjoyment on bus is nothing more,
Then any other else.
With exam go tuff we sleep in bus,
Those windows to be shoulders
For feelings always...
With window opened to see
Some creative things smile away...

When friends go down we give smile & TATA
With over turn comes we just think
This happy day with friend
Hope it’s come day by day....

Penned By :-  Dhananjay Kumar

Who hurts you more...?

Who hurts you more...?

Tear drop from your friend's eyes,

Makes you tear thrice.

So who hurts you more,

Your friend or enemy...?

When you have a fight,

your victory says you've lost.

Though you win or lose,

you are the loser for sure.

So who hurts you more,
Your friend or enemy...?

When friends walk apart, its like,
You've lost a wheel of a cart.
Their memories is that knife,
Which hurts you throughout your life.
So who hurts you more,
Your friend or enemy...?

Your friend is valued the most,
When enemy is a neglected ghost.
A friend's silence irritates a lot,
When enemy's makes you laugh.

So who hurts you more,
Your friend or enemy...?


                                                               

Written by :- Ranjitha Hegde.R

 9/11/2010

YET ANOTHER DAY…… !!

 YET ANOTHER DAY…… !!

I’m fine, I’m great. Is a way
I relish every night, and I live every day.
I live, I laugh,

I wonder what my new days will bring.

Then I go home
and so I lie Down,
and wait patiently for the day that I die.

I cry, I scream, I bawl, and sleep,
I wait, and wonder, and cry some more,
And I ache and burn from my very core.

Then, I’m not alone,

Out goes the grief, pain and all of the tears,
As I am a happy person, cheerful all the day.

Of course I’m not okay, I’m not fine,
No matter how much I seem to shine.
I don’t even know why I feel this...
Why my existence is one long, endless abyss.

As one day I might slip, and end it with a knife.
But, I’m still here, no matter what my dreams might say
And I hope that one day I will actually be okay.

                              Penned by :- ●๋• míکbáh