Dichotomy of fame...Rockstar ..Lyrics by me...

Kya hai yeh sab,

Kyun hai yeh sab,

ho raha,

dil ro raha,

dil.....

Khwaab kayi maine,

jo bhi dekhe the,

hai wo phir bhi main jal raha,

lamha lamha main jal raha-2,

Khwaab kayi maine, 

kabhie kahin maine,

hai wo phir bhi,

lamha lamha main jal raha,

kyun main khush nahi ho raha,

kyun mera dil ro raha,

jaise barf ka ho ek tukda,

jaise ho wo pighal raha,

kuch yuhin main dheere se main,

dheere dheere.....

kya hai yeh sab,

kyun hai yeh sab,

ho raha,

lag raha hai jaise,

kathputliyon ki ho duniya,

zinda hoon ek main,

khwaabon ka kafila,

jinmein main quaid ho raha,

aur yeh dil ro raha,

kya hai yeh sab,

kyun hai yeh sab,

jo mujhko ho raha,

dil...

kyun mera dil ro raha.....

- Amit Saini

I am the Sun, I am the Sun….

Yesterday I saw,

on roadside home,

a family of ugly people,

they were singing a ballad,

of king sun,

moving in circles,

shouting and howling,

attracting other fouling people,

praising in unison,

the performance,

of one who became sun,

soon it became unbearable,

smell, reached nose of an inspector,

he, attacked the group of hooligans,

and after dismantling, asked for the sun,

who's the sun?

who's the sun?

he shouted and howled,

but there was no answer,

then he raised his revolver,

fired in air,

two shots of gun,

in fear, at last,

one kid came forward,

said I am the sun,

I am the sun....

एक गुलाब गिरा पड़ा है ....

 (Synopsis: The state of country, and what Pandit Jawaharlal Nehru wanted it to be, His dreams are being drunk by us, This poem shows that and prays you to stop that....)

एक  गुलाब  गिरा  पड़ा  है ,

सूख  कर  काँटा  हो  चूका  है ,

उठा  लो  कि  अब  उड़  न  जाए  कहीं ,

जो  भी  बचा  कुछा  है ,

जब  खिला  करता  था ,

तब  महकता  था ,

महकाता  हुआ   उपवन ,

अब  महक  अपनी  ढूंढ  रहा  है ,

की  लौटा  दो  इसे   वो   बाग़ ,

वो  पेड़ , जो  इसका  था ,

अपने  सुर्ख  लाल  रंग  से  इसने  रंग  था ,

ये  रो  रो  के ,

खून  बहा  रहा  है ,

एक  गुलाब  गिरा  पड़ा  है ….

एक  गुलाब  गिरा  पड़ा  है …

Breathless Coexistence.......- Amit Saini

One hand above, one hand below,

Its not bad,

Its all good,

But why do it alone,

When there can be one,

Whom you want,

Whom you wish for,

Those cherry like lips,

Juicy sauce dripping,

Creating menace,

In everyone,

Who sees you,

Who dreams you,

for breathless coexistence,

Ups and downs,

Highs and low,

Bents and turns,

Thick and dense,

Can make lose sense,

Making it tense,

Pleading for intense,

Touch in defence,

Hence, committing an offence,

Releasing in immense,

Pain and pleasure,

At same time,

Energy and exhaustion,

In instant,

in breathless coexistence 

Open up and take a chance,

Be a little more daring,

Indulge in staring,

Then pairing,

And tearing,

Wearing, not shyness,

But boldness,

While burning, swearing,

And uttering for more,

Breakage of core,

In roar, reaching the shore,

Falling on floor,

after a great explore,

after an event of breathless coexistence,

not stopping there,

trying everywhere,

at weird wild places

in weird wild ways,

anywhere,

without care,

following the blood and not mind,

melting the heart, soul and body, every time,

during every breathless coexistence,

together reaching the zenith of peace,

and wonder, laughing and crying,

pushing in and out of joy,

which you cannot enjoy,

while all alone,

acting and simulating the real,

in imaginary world,

of breathless coexistence

Hands on back,

Hands on front,

Above and below,

Dancing, moving, madly,

All over, straight, zigzag, curly,

Slowly, initially,

Pace increasing,

Pulsating, racing,

Space decreasing,

Entering, leaving.

Without control,

Sandwiching passion,

Illusion, in fusion,

Battling out the existence,

for breathless, coexistence,

for breathless coexistence......