Wednesday 24 October 2012

Two tears and two worlds

You shed truly two drops in love,
He is enable to deliver two worlds,
you bow one head of your's in respect,
He shall bow all heads onto your foots,
You open your heart to him,
He shall bring down all hearts for you,
You surrender your mind to him,
All minds would follow you,
That's your Power O My Loved "GURU JI"

Friday 19 October 2012

You are only in mind and Eye

O my loving Father, you should always be in my mind and eyes,
I only believe and faith in you, you are you, no one is like you,
your disciplines are foot prints, your words are my prayers,
What ever delivered by you, is a rhyme, a song, i wish to sing in whole life,
No one is like you, everything is small before you, you r you,
I may quarrel and fight with world till you r with me, o krishna, o rama i beg u stay in me,
with me, because without u i am breathless, you r the shine and life in me

Wednesday 17 October 2012

I don't do, you do

I have no power left but to call you, remember you,
You do all my acts, believe it, this is you only, who live in me,
My Maharaj jee , you are doing all deeds and i get the reward,
I offer all credits to you, o lord, my beloved guru jee!

Tuesday 2 October 2012

Ek Shaam

Ek Haseen Shaam me, Hum Nikle AAram me,
Ek Ajeeb Sthan me, Madmaati, Ethlati si,
Jawani Lutati, Ek Naye Libaaz me, Ek Yugul Toli Chali Shaan se,
Maine Jawani ki Bebas Dasha Dekhi, jo GumNaam Thi,
Hassi To Thi Bekhof Magar Nigah Jukh gayi Haya Se,
Kahi Jawani Bikhar gayi Saste me, Bina Khile jaise Kali Gir Gayi,
Kis Ped se Puchoo, Kis Bagiya se, Ki Kon Mali Tha,
Ki Kon Bagiya ki ye kali, Khilna bhool gayi,
Jo bag ki Tasvir Banti, Wo Takdir Uzar gayi.

An Evening outside a Pub/ Disco

On an evening with mind to relax and rest,
To free the soul and fill the idleness,
I went near a pub, and my eyes glew and then went dull,
Few galls all tight from top to Thighs,
Came swirling making cheap noise,
short on dress and short on sense,
I stared with surprise, and my heart opened out,
The tall girls with short tights made me write,
They were all messed up by bushes and thorns,
The garden that brought them up, had bushes only,
Those buds and budding ups were all thrown by dusty storm,
Because they were shedding and falling down before flowering,
Perhaps The pre-mature sabotage or early firing is the gift they received from pubbing life