I want to…

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I aspire to be a better son,

An ideal brother, at least a better one,

The best husband; a lover and a companion,

A little more romantic, a bit more fun,

A lot more learned, a bit more erudite,

Just keep going and win over the tide,

Want to be more me, & grow as a person,

Just a teeny bit is left, a weeny bit is done…


Lovestory untold…

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This one is based on a movie I love to love…Can you guess it?

            “सजदे  में  वो  थे, और  दुआ  हमारी  क़ुबूल  हो  गयी…”                                                                                -Ranjhanaa

Love at first sight it was, as true as it can be, 
She is everywhere, it’s all he can see,

Knows no boundaries, knows no fear,
Just wanna love her, and hold her dear,

It’s a pity she didn’t love him,
Shunned him away,
But he never learned to not-love her,
Without her…he wouldn’t last a day,

She was everything for him,
He loved her unconditionally anyway,
His love couldn’t prevail,
She wouldn’t believe him-no matter what he say,

He didn’t know what to do besides loving her,
So he loved her to the last breath,
Gave up his life for love, 
And proved his love in life and in death,

 Love is all he knew, love is all he had,

All he ever had…


True Love

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True love is the best thing you can ever experience and it is as beautiful as it can ever be…

True love is eternal, true love never dies,

True love is illimitable; beyond oceans and skies,

True love is cool breeze, true love is sunrise,

True love is verity; the ultimate truth above all lies,

True love never ends, it makes you fool & makes you wise,

True love is a myth, true love is sublime,

True love is earthly and true love is divine,

True love is everywhere, but only few can find,

Blessed are those, whose love is their lifeline,

Love is their lifeline…



Couplets: #AtoZChallenge

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            Couplet is poetry in its simplest form. It is particularly close to my heart because that’s how I started writing, and I am glad I did. Poetry somehow filled the void I didn’t know ever existed. It’s like the seed of poetry was always there, the emotions and the motivation watered it and the sapling that emerged was a couplet.

The Concept: Couplets usually comprise two lines that rhyme and have the same metre. In a formal (or closed) couplet, each of the two lines is end-stopped, implying that there is a grammatical pause at the end of a line of the verse and in a run-on (or open) couplet, the meaning of the first line continues to the second.

              Good rhyming couplets tend to “explode” as both the rhyme and the idea come to a quick close in two lines. Here are some examples of rhyming couplets where the sense as well as the sound “rhymes”. Example:

True wit is nature to advantage dress’d;

What oft was thought, but ne’er so well express’d.

                                                      — Alexander Pope


 The amazing thing is that these couplets can be painted in any color, any emotion and they don’t mind. Here are a few shades of ink from my own diary:-

तेरा  नाम  लबों  से  गुज़रे  अरसा  हुआ,

पर  मुस्कुराहट  अभी  बाकी  है ;

कैसे  भुला  दूँ  तुझे  ए  हमनशीं ,

के  चाहत  अभी  बाकी  है ||


Original Posted at: https://doc2poet.wordpress.com/2015/09/07/couplet1/

लाख़  की  कोशिश  हमनें ,

के  ये  जज़्बात  इन  लफ़्ज़ों  में  समा  जायें ;

पर  इन  तन्हाइयों  में  वो  नूर  कहाँ,

के  रूठे  इन  अल्फ़ाज़  को  मना  पायें ||


Original Posted at: https://doc2poet.wordpress.com/2015/09/10/couplet2/

ये  तू  नहीं…तेरी  याद  है  बस,

अब  कौन  इस  दिल  को  समझाए ;

तेरी  जूसतजू  ने  शायर  किया,

 एक  झलक  जाने  क्या  कर  जाए ||


Original Posted at: https://doc2poet.wordpress.com/2015/09/18/couplet3/

तैरने  चले  थे  दरिया  में,

बीच  रस्ते  बरसात  हो  गयी,

के  ढूँढने  निकले  थे  ख़ुदा  को,

और  ख़ुद  से  मुलाक़ात  हो  गयी ||


Original Posted at: https://doc2poet.wordpress.com/2015/09/20/spirituality1/

इन  हाथों  की  लकीरों  में  तू  है,

या  तुझसे  ये  लकीरें,

तू  पास  नहीं…एहसास  है  बस,

और  धुंधली  तस्वीरें ||


Original Posted at: https://doc2poet.wordpress.com/2015/10/08/couplet4/

कभी  डूबते  का  सहारा  हुआ  करते  थे,

पर  अपनी  ही  कश्ती  में  शायद  छेद  था ;

सोचते  थे…की  मुट्ठी  में  सारा  जहाँ  लिए  बैठे  हैं,

जाने  कब  फिसल  गया  हाथों  से…वो  केवल  रेत  था ||


Original Posted at: https://doc2poet.wordpress.com/2015/10/12/loneliness1/

तेरे   ख़यालों   में   ऐसा   डूबा,

जैसे   वर्षा   घनघोर   हुई ;

जाने   कब   बीती   रात ,

और   जाने   कब   भोर   हुई ||


Original Posted at:  https://doc2poet.wordpress.com/2015/10/15/valentine5/


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Chaturvedi Makhanlal (म‌ाखनलाल तुर्वेदी)

             It is a beautiful coincidence that this great poet was also born on 4th of April in 1889. Also called Panditji, he was an Indian poet, writer, essayist, playwright and a journalist who is particularly remembered for his participation in India’s national struggle for independence. He has created more masterpieces than anyone can remember but we can cherish a few for sure 🙂

की अभिलाषा 

चाह  नहीं  मैं  सुरबाला  के,

गहनों  में  गूँथा  जाऊँ,

चाह  नहीं  प्रेमी-माला  में,
बिंध  प्यारी  को  ललचाऊँ,

चाह  नहीं, सम्राटों  के  शव,
पर,  हे  हरि, डाला  जाऊँ

चाह  नहीं, देवों  के  शिर  पर,
चढ़ूँ  भाग्य  पर  इठलाऊँ!

मुझे  तोड़  लेना  वनमाली!
उस  पथ  पर  देना  तुम  फेंक,

मातृभूमि  पर  शीश  चढ़ाने
जिस  पथ  जाएँ  वीर  अनेक।


मैं  अपने  से  डरती  हूँ  सखि !

पल  पर  पल  चढ़ते  जाते  हैं,
पद-आहट  बिन, रो!  चुपचाप
बिना  बुलाये  आते  हैं  दिन,
मास, वरस  ये  अपने-आप;
लोग  कहें  चढ़  चली  उमर  में
पर  मैं  नित्य  उतरती  हूँ  सखि !
मैं  अपने  से  डरती  हूँ  सखि !


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Meaning– Poetry made up of lines borrowed from a combination of established authors, usually resulting in a change in meaning and a humorous effect. Example:-

गुरु  गोविंद  दौऊ  खड़े , काके  लागूँ  पाए ; (Kabira)

पर आज  कल  के  दौर  में , They  just  say…’Hi’ || (doc2poet)


Ballad: #AtoZChallenge

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        Ballad is a form of verse, often a narrative set to music. It is a poem that tells a story, mostly relying on a simple and easy-to-understand language,  which are often used in songs because of their rhyme. A ballad is a poetic story, often a love story. Stories about hardships, tragedies, love and romance are standard ingredients of ballads irrespective of geographical origins. Another conspicuous element of any ballad is the recurrence of certain lines at regular intervals. Ballads can also be in interrogative form with appropriate answers to every question they ask.84632.original-9292

           Ballads, as stage performance, enjoyed the status of being one of the main sources of entertainment in ancient times. Legends and historical events were narrated in the form of a ballad which would comprise song and dance. Ballad was a perfect substitute for our current day technology-based entertainment, albeit with more emotional appeal.Ballads seldom offer a direct message about a certain event, character or situation. It is left to the audience to deduce the moral of the story from the whole narration.

The song “someone like you” by Adele is a perfect example of ballad from modern times.


“Someone Like You”

I heard that you’re settled down
That you found a girl and you’re married now.
I heard that your dreams came true.
Guess she gave you things I didn’t give to you.

Old friend, why are you so shy?
Ain’t like you to hold back or hide from the light.

I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited
But I couldn’t stay away, I couldn’t fight it.
I had hoped you’d see my face and that you’d be reminded
That for me it isn’t over.

Never mind, I’ll find someone like you
I wish nothing but the best for you too
Don’t forget me, I beg
I’ll remember you said,
“Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead,
Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead”


It is a beautiful composition by Adele and it is a delight to read. Here’s a link to the complete lyrics:-


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Here’s one from my own collection.

It is a poem (story that rhymes) dedicated to my first crush…my beloved wife which I wrote a few years back. And it also happens to be a Ballad, Here it is…

ख़यालों ने  उनके  सताया  है  इस  क़दर, के  राबता  हो  उनसे..तो  पूछेंगे  ज़रूर,

के तराशा  है  तुम्हें  खुद  उस  ख़ुदा  ने, या  हो  तुम  परी..या  कोई  हूर;

है  तुमसे  ही  धड़कन  इस  दिल  की, और  तुम्ही  से  इन  आँखों  का  नूर,

के  मर  ही  मिटा  तुमपर, तो  इस  दिल  का  क्या  क़सूर;

इस  दिल  ने  ही  दिखाई  अंधेरों  में , नज़रों  को  राहें  तमाम  हैं,

माना  हुई  है  इससे  ख़ता, पर  क़ुबूल  हमें  भी  ये  ख़ूबसूरत  इल्ज़ाम  है;

न  जाने  हुआ  ये कैसे , के  एक  ही  झलक  में  दिल-ओ-जान  गवाँ  बैठे,

अजनबी  हुए  ख़ुद  से, और  उन्हे  भगवान  बना  बैठे;

जादू  चला  उनका  कुछ  इस  तरह , के  हम…रहे  नहीं  हम,

मिल  जाए पर उनका  साथ अगर, तो ख़ुद को  खोने  का  भी  न  हो  ग़म;

उनकी  नज़रों  में छलकती अपनी तस्वीर  सा नशा, किसी  पैमाने में कहाँ,

के  मुहब्बत  की  इस  बेखुदी  सा   मज़ा, होश  में  आने  में  कहाँ;

बयाँ  कर पाना मुम्किन नहीं, के बीते  कैसे बरसों इन नज़रों  की तलाश में,

ज़िंदा  होने  के  इल्ज़ाम  तले, चल थी  रही  साँसें…ज़िंदगी  की  आस  में;

के  लौ  सी   तपती  धूप  में , राहत…शाम  में  हमने  पाई  है,

गुज़र  गये  झुलस्ते  मंज़र, के  जीवन  में  शब  लौट  आई  है;

सजदा  करूँ  मैं  पल-पल  उनका, जो  शख्सियत  ही  ख़ुदाया  है,

के   याकता  वो  हीर, जिसने  इस  दिल  को  सजाया  है;

इस  दिल  को  सजाया  है, हर पल को महकाया है ||

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Baba farid

             Khwaja Fariduddin Masud Ganjshakar popularly known as Baba Farid was born in 1173. He was a Sufi saint and a Muslim missionary from the Chishti order. He was the first Punjabi poet and his most important contributions to Punjabi literature was the development of this language for literary purposes.

             Baba Farid was given the title Shakar Ganj  ‘Treasure of Sugar’ when he was a few years old. There is a legend according to which the young Baba Farid asked her mother what was gained by prayers. His mother replied Sugar. Accordingly, she used to hide some sugar under his prayer-carpet, and, when he had finished his prayers, draw it forth, and give it to him as a reward of his devotion. One day his mother forgot to put the sugar but after prayers, there was sugar under the carpet. From that day on, Bibi Miriam started calling his son Shakar Ganj, or the treasury of Sugar.

          Baba Farid is still celebrated in India and Pakistan alike. There is a city named after him in Punjab and a 3 day festival of ‘Baba Sheikh Farid Āgman Purb Mela’ is celebrated each year in September to commemorate his arrival in the city.

            He has produced many great compositions but this couplet is my favorite (it has also been used in a song from the Bollywood movie ‘Rockstar’)

कागा रे कागा रे  मोरी इतनी अरज तोसे चुन चुन खाइयो मास

खाइयो न दो नैना मोहे पिया के मिलन की आस

O Raven, you have searched my skeleton, and eaten all my flesh.

But please do not touch these eyes as I hope to behold my Beloved.


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Meaning: Poetry which catalogues the virtues or attributes of women


If you are reading this, thank you for stopping by. This post is second in a series of 26 posts that I will be writing as part of the A to Z challenge for April 2016. My theme for the challenge would be A to Z of poetry. Don’t feel shy to leave your feedback and visit again:-)