Sawaal

Aae wo yaad mujhe,

KI aaj aankhein unke

deedar ko taras gai.

Unka pyaar se kehna,

Jai Shri Krishna Beta,

Ya mujhe chidana ki ,

Ghar nahi aati.

Wo pal mujhe koi lauta de,

Ki ab jeene ki adat nahi unke bina,

Wo chit nidra se kabhi nahi uthenge

Rishta to sirf Padosi Uncle ka tha,

Par jaise kai arson se ek pita ki chhavi,

Dundhti thi aur mil gae.

Jo mila unse,

Ek pita aur ek achche dost,

Aur isse zyada umeed hi nahi thi,

Jaise ek aur pita mil gae,

Jo dil k itne kareeb aur

Aaj nazaron se ojhal ho gae

Hey Bhagwan tu kya chaahta hai,

Dost mile par jaise peeth mein

chura bhokkar chale gae, 

Pyaar ki sirf kamana ki,

Kaash koi mile jiske saath zindagi beta sakun,

Par wo bhi kamaal nikle

Badon se pyaar manga,

Ek Papa aur Mummy se,

Wo jee bhar kar diya,

Ek Mama se aur ek Uncle se,

Unko bhi paas bula liya.

Ab mein kya karun,

Angaaro mein kab tak jalun mein,

Bagwan  mujhse pyaar nahi karte,

T kam se kam ek Uncle ko,

Mere vaste chod dete.

Na maine kisi ka bura chaha na kiya,

To phir kyun Bhagwan mujhe rulate ho?

Pyaar karne ke saath saath nafrat bhi karun mein,

Meri Galati kya hai?

Ye kab khatam hoga,

Ki ab to angaare bhi jalakar thak gae,

Aur aansun bhi behne se mana karte hain,

Kyat ere man mein meri koi ehmiyat nahi,

Bhagwan, mujhe jawab do no please.

Kya pyaar karna guna hai ya,

Saamnewala insaan,

Ya humare upar beithkar,

Hume chot pohonchaakar,

Khush hain aap?

The Himalayan Love

Love

For the Himalayan

Is the Love

For true

One self.

Love

The very existence

Of a beautiful soul,

Within.

Love,

For every human,

No Hindu, Muslim,

Sikh and Christian,

Because

Love that,

Is that love

For Oneself’s

Perfect soul

Residing

Within us.

The Himalayan,

Meditating since,

Ages 

Bearing the

Natural Harshness.

But

Gives

In Return

Love that

We experience,

Not in Our

Cities.

The Love,

For the Himalayas,

Is so serene,

Sincere, Deep

And Lovely

For the Himalayas,

Embraces me,

And teaches 

Lesson of Love

For they belong

To the man

Who visits

The Himalayan

The Himalayan,

Comes to me,

As my only,

Long lost

Love

That has been found

Within

As the priciest,

Jewel of

My Life.

Meditation and Love,

The very essence

Of life

Is felt

As I ascend

Higher in places

Where the

Himalayas

Have

Greyed.

A feeling

So cosmic

And yet

So simple

That

The Himalayan

Comes to

Me

In the form

Of each and every

Love

That I have wanted to

Experience.

Sitting

On a rock,

By the Beas,

Is Divine,

Just Nature and myself,

Feels one Wholeness,

That can match,

No where else.

The Heaven

That I felt

In the noon

Sun

Is an experience

That has

Uplifted my soul

To a level

Unknown

And yet so known

With Love.

Dipping the feet,

In the Beas,

At noon,

Is a pleasure.

The icy cold water,

Splashing on my face,

Washes away,

Tension, tiredness and fears

And fills my soul

With the perfection

To be achieved

With unlimited

Energy, Confidence and Comfort

Love,

For the Himalayan

Made me

Learn

The goal to be achieved

To find the perfect,

Calmness and compossed

Myself

Within

To Honour

The perfection taught

Through

The Himalayan experience

Through

The Himalayan Love.

Love

Love

Is a feeling

With unconditional acceptance,

Respect and reverence.

The basic phenomenon,

Brings life alive,

Generates life in a womb,

Births a life in this world.

Love

Is a feeling,

That live life cannot without,

Love is life,

Life is love.

Love,

Has not many kinds,

God created

Love,

As a feeling

Catered by people different in lives.

Love,

A bond,

Between mother and child,

We see as the umbical cord,

An expression so abstract

And yet so obvious.

Love,

Is one feeling,

Essence of life sustenance,

Given through

Love,

Through unconditional

Acceptance, Listening, Talking,

Giving and Forgiving.

Love,

Is the unconditional acceptance,

Of the newborn fairy,

The parents promise

To give her.

Love,

But does not earn money,

Neither fulfills an,

Ambitious dream.

Wherein,

Love,

For the family,

The very own innocent eyes,

Came into being,

Is lost.

Love,

Why did it take,

A trunk seat,

In the Family car,

Of Love.

Or is it,

Conditioned Love,

When she needs,

Like oxygen,

To enliven her,

Then she gets it?

Love

Is like a wild flower,

Found in the most unusal places,

She got it from,

Everywhere,

She went,

The unconditional acceptance,

Of and with,

Love.

Angry,

They are now, Why?

Why say do they,

That she does not love them?

Whom she did complaint,

Whey they gave her no,
Love?

Anger,

Takes her into a world,

Of depression,

From her youthful days,

For God knows how long,

But yearning and

Craving since her birth,

Is she for

Love.

Love,

For her ownself,

Is all that she has.

Dreams,

Of She,

A man in her life,

To be unconditionally

Loved.

Afraid,

Is she that,

Love,

Of her life,

Misundestand her not,

Wants to take,

A step ahead,

Love,

Will she be able to,

Give,

Unconditionally,

To the man,

Waited for a lifetime,

Life of her,

Love.

Wants,

Does she,

From him,

To take her away,

In a paradise of

Love,

With him with,

Love.

Love,

To take her away,

Will come he?

He

Who is,

He

How is,

Looks,

Is what she knows not,

All she knows,

She will unconditionally,

Love.

Love,

Doe she give up,

Or wait endlessly?

For will he,

Come to her?

When?

Dying,

Is she,

Without a hope of

Love,

Is all she says,

And that to with

Unconditional

Love!!!!