You don't need to be rich to give away something precious.

A kind word from a stranger. A hug from a close friend. Holding hands with someone you love. Your favourite dish cooked by no one but your mother. Harmless quarrel with your sibling. News forwards from your dad. A compliment from someone at work. You don't need to be rich to give away something precious.

अतीत

 प्रेम कहानियां होती ही इसलिए है कि

वे याद रखी जाए अनंत काल तक

जैसे एक बालक रखता है

अपने बस्ते में कागज की नाव,

नदी किनारे से इकट्ठा की गई सीप,

कुछ कंचे पेंसिल की कतरन,

नोटबुक में रखा मोरपंख,

ताकि एक दिन वो जी सके

इन यादों के सहारे!

Nobody else has any sign of you,

 

And nothing is near your sign
I keep looking at you old photos,
The day is cut in the light,
But every evening I miss you,

O your sayings, o your stories o your children like devilishness,
Nothing is closer to you,
I keep seeing that old photo of you,
The heart wants to talk

But I stop the heart, see your meaningless
Meet your every evening, your memories, your words, your mischief
All this now says that you have to say
I just keep watching O Tasbir Purani Teri

And nothing is near your sign

मैं तुम्हारे बारें में लिखना चाहता हूँ।

 

मैं तुम्हारे बारें में लिखना चाहता हूँ।

तुम्हारी आँखों में दिखना चाहता हूँ।।

भले अनमोल हूँ दुनियाँ की नज़रों में।

मगर तुम्हारे हाथों बिकना चाहता हूँ।।

मुसलसल मैं बिखर रहा हूँ रेज़ा रेज़ा।

तुम्हारे इश्क़ में सिमटना चाहता हूँ।।

मैं बहुत दिनों से उदास और तन्हां हूँ।

मैं कुछ देर तुमसे लिपटना चाहता हूँ।।

तुम दम्भ भरते हो अपनी बहादुरी का।

आजाओ मैं तुमसे निपटना चाहता हूँ।।

कर लेता हूँ टूटी फूटी शायरियाँ यारों।

बहुत कुछ मैं अभी सीखना चाहता हूँ

College Memories From My diary: Poem

During Bsc, College memories 

March. 2016

Kuchh yade hai un lamho ki jin lamho me hum sath rhe

khusiyo se bhare jujbat  rhe

Roj subh jub milte the to subke chehre khilte the

Ek umar  gujari hai jaha Hum rote huye bhi haste  the 

kuch kahte the kuch sunte the Jub roj Subah hum milte the  

Coaching  se lekar college  tak  hansi uhi bikherte the.

You apni  hansi se  classroom.me gunj  uthate  the 

bato bato me u hmari hansi se teacher  bhi dat sunate the

Socho hum kitne haste the  mithu sir  k coaching me  roj subh jub milte the 

O gunj hamari hansi ki ek purani yad bni  chalo le chale in suhani yado ko taki hum ek dusre ko yad rhe 

Ye bat hai un lamho ki jin lamho me hum sath rhe  khusio se bhare jujbat rhe 

O ladna hasna jhagdna  sub you hi hume satayegi 

Jub bhi aye suhani yade jub hume yad aayegi

O mithu  sir ki mithi bate ab kewal Kewal ab sapno me hi sunayegi 

Nind jub khulegi to hum sabki yad aayegi ankho se aanshu Aur  Chehre pe hansi layegi

jub bhi ye suhani yade hume yad aayegi

ye bat hai un lamho ki jin La yemho me hum sath rhe khusiyo se bhare jujbat rhe

🤩🤩🤩missing  you my dear college friends😍😍😍😍

Written by: vinod Kumar kushwaha

Somewhere far from here: Dear diary

Tonight I will sleep in my bed
Knowing she has landed
Somewhere far from here
But in my mind
We are still sitting in that small cocktail booth
My hand holding hers
Our hearts connected
And me 
Whispering
In her ear:
Wherever
You
Go,
Go
With all
Your heart

Aur to Kuchh pass nhi nishani Teri,

 

Aur to Kuchh pass nhi nishani Teri,

 Dekhta rahta hu o tasbir pursni Teri,

Din to dhal jatey hai ujale me 

Her sham yad aati hai kahani Teri,

O batey o o kahaniyan o bacho SI saitani teri

Aur to kuchh pass nhi nishani Teri

Batey karne ko to Dil chahata hai 

Lekin Dil ko rok leta hu dekh ke baemani Teri

Oo her Sam milna o Teri batey Meri chahat 

Ye sub kahati hai kahani Teri 

Bus dekhta rahta hu o tasbir purani Teri

Aur to kuchh pass nhi nishani teri

MERI DIARY

MERI DIARY



today I went to the beach.
my favorite part is
when the ocean starts
showing up above the horizontal line
drawn by the asphalt.
you see this second shade of blue,
darker,
getting bigger, closer
and you breathe that refreshing salty smell
and you close your eyes
and take a deep breath
as if getting ready to enter another state of mind,
transcend.

the sand was unbearably hot
the water was warmer and warmer
strange pieces of seaweed floated 
and touched my body,
got stuck in my hands, arms, curls.
but at least I saw a turtle
swimming as if it was as peaceful 
as I am now that I've came back from the ocean,
wet and with my hair full of sand,
my skin darker,
my mind as clear as that blue sky...

the weather forecast says it is going to rain soon