lamhat(moments)

मोहब्बत चाहिए बाहम हमें भी हो तुम्हे भी हो। (Mohabbat Chahiye Baham Hamein Bhi Ho Tumhe Bhi Ho - Love Should Be Reciprocal to You and To Me - Bahadur Shah Zafar Bahadur Shah Zafar was the last Mughal ruler of India. He was also the poet and has wrote many famous poems. This is one of them in which he describes a condition of reciprocal love or the condition where both the lover and beloved experience the same emotions. He said that the happiness, pain, sorrow, joy must be shared between both of them. I have translated this ghazal here. For better understanding visit : Mohabbat Chahiye Baham by Bahadur Shah Zafar मोहब्बत चाहिए बाहम हमें भी हो तुम्हे भी हो, ख़ुशी हो इसमें या हो ग़म हमें भी हो तुम्हे भी हो।  Mohabbat Chahiye Baham Hamein Bhi Ho Tumhe Bhi Ho, Khushi Ya Ismein Ya Ho Gham Hamein Bhi Ho Tumhe Bhi Ho. Love should be reciprocal to you and to me, Its sorrow or joy happen to you and to me. ग़नीमत तुम इसे समझो कि इस ख़ुम-ख़ाने में यारो, नस...

कुछ बदलेगा ?(Kuch Badlega ?) Will anything ever change? That haunts me whenever I started thinking deeper about crime against women in India and specifically in Delhi. Crime against women here are increasing day by day. Criminals are becoming so fearless that they didn't even think twice before committing a crime even in a crowded place. Our police system which acts slow on crime against women, our judicial system which hardly punish rapists, acid attackers, child molesters, etc to imbibe fear in others and our politics which is not serious about these issues while giving tickets to criminals. Few days ago a 22 year old girl stabbed in front of a dozen people in broad daylight by her stalker in Burari area of Delhi. Two other similar crimes happened in Mangolpuri and Indrapuri of Delhi where two 17 years old girls get killed. Delhi is not only the rape capital where not even a 11 months old girl is save but also a crime capital where such crime happens without any fear...

Blank Notebook She opened a blank notebook, notebook to write the truth she knew, she knew it is tough to write, write the destiny of her unborn child, child for whom his husband returned, returned to live happily again, again to refresh their marriage vows, vows of love and togetherness, togetherness which he never cared, cared not the pain his beating gave her, her loneliness increased as he left, left when she slapped back, back after six months for child in her womb. Womb she felt before writing the truth, the truth that the child was not his, his hate created a loneliness. Loneliness filled by that PG she kept, kept him to have some money support, support of love she also received, received from him her pregnancy. Pregnancy excited him to marry her, her bad luck he died in an accident, accident took away all her happiness, happiness she decided would cherish with that child, child brought her husband back back as a cha...

शायरी # 13 Shayari #13 (Couplet) मुस्कुराकर कोई सज़ा दे दो, जीने की वजह पा लेंगे।  - सिफर  Muskurakar Koi Saza De Do, Jeene Ki Wajah Pa Lenge.  - Cifar ########## Just Give A Punishment With A Smile, Will Find A Reason To Live. - Cifar

A Story Yet Unwritten As a human being each one of us is capable of telling a story but many of us didn't know the correct way to express it so some tales becomes private for our own hearts only. Sometimes it is better they remain that way with the person who have written it in his/her heart for the pain engulfed in it. Such stories are unwritten yet complete for his/her. This poem is reflecting that love story of an untold love. Your glance has such an effect, nomadic I became, Like a story yet unwritten you connect, difficult to overcome. Despite having a clear view of our lives together, Still standing in queue is my first love letter. How to organize chapters of my life and fill it with your presence, What role you deserve? Friend, beloved or wife, depends my life's essence. Stuck in between from your silence, the tale of our love, Unable to gather my senses, I am failing in love. Words jumbled the day you left, inked...

मैं नहीं माखन खायो। Main Nahin Makhan Khayo  - Dear Mother, I didn't eat the butter - Surdas Surdas is a famous Braj language Indian poet of Bhakti movement . He was blind from birth yet his devotion to Lord Krishna is visible from the imagery created by his poems in praise of  Krishna and Radha. On the occasion of birth anniversary of Lord Krishna i.e Krishna Janamashtami (25th August 2016), I am presenting here one of Surdas' s famous couplet with translation  'Main Nahin Makhan Khayo' describing the mischievousness of Bal Krishna (Young Krishna). Happy Janmashtamai . For more on this couplet please visit : Surdas' Main Nahin Makhan Khayo  मैय्या मोरी मैं नहीं माखन खायो।   Maiyya Mori Main Nahin Makhan Khayo. Dear Mother, I didn't eat the butter. भोर भयो गैयन के पाछे, मधुवन मोहिं पठायो । चार पहर बंसीबट भटक्यो, साँझ परे घर आयो।  Bhor Bhayo Gaiyyan Ke Peeche, Madhuvan Mohin Pathayo, Char Pahar Basinbat Bhatkyo, Sanjh Pare Ghar A...

Two Minute Medley #3 Raksha Bandhan is round the corner and Independence Day has just passed. This post has some quick poetry in Hindi-English on both this occasions and on the Kashmir unrest. Hope you enjoy them all. Happy Independence Day. Happy Raksha Bandhan.  आज़ाद एक वो दिन भी आएगा, वो न मेरी जात-धर्म पूछेंगे, तिरंगा उस दिन ही मुस्काएगा, जब हम अपना नाम हिंद बोलेंगे।   Aazad Ek Wo Din Bhi Aayega, Wo Na Meri Jaat-Dharm Puchenge, Tiranga Us Din Hi Muskaega, Jab Hum Apna Naam Hind Bolenge. ######## Tie such a thread this year dear sisters, which impart respect for every women, Promise to protect each lady dear brothers, molestation,abuse,rape not traits of real men. ######## Our heaven is burning like hell, but in someone's praise we swell. Why adding fuel to someone's fire, when water of trust is what we desire.  ########