तेरी जाने की तारीकियों में....

तेरी जाने की तारीकियों में,

कुछ यूँ महूब रहते हैं,

कि तेरी कमी अब कम खलने लगी है,

मशरिक से मगरिब तक,

जो आँखें तुझे निहारा करती थी,

तेरे सौन्दर्य को सराहा करती थी,

वो तल्खियों में तब्दील हो गयी है,

बरतरी है  ये हमारी कि,

अमन-ऐ-आलम की खातिर,

तू जिस्त जी रही है,

वरना खंजर कई दिल से निकल निकल,

तेरे गुदाज बदन का पता पूँछ रहे है,

शमा जलाये रखना,

खलाओं से दूर रहना,

उनमें हम बसे हुए है,

तेरी खामोशियों का बंदोबस्त कर रहें है,

तेरी जाने की तारीकियों में,

कुछ यूँ महूब रहते हैं,

कि  तेरी कमी अब कम खलने लगी है,

- अमित सैनी 

when the rain stops

when the rain stops,

and leaves are drenched,

cleansed,of all,   

of all, they have gone through,

the little bird feeds its children,

with droplets, droplets of elixir,

people in zigzag random motion,

on the way to their abode,where,

they are heading,thinking of heading,

make melodious sounds with their flip flops,

mapping the destiny of an old musician,

who sits on the roadside,soaked with ideas,

in draught of imagination,

chords of his instrument thirsty for inspiration,

choke out voice of desperation,

sky looks down on the artist,

in courtyard of colors,

painting it in depression,

of his beloved's separation,

a shabby looking young woman,

burns her house, whose flames,

invisible, rise up,

reach to the heaven,

smoke the eyes, of those living there,

kids in the street,

and old fellas,

join their lives,

by dancing their hearts out,

for a while,

generating a wind,

which holds the hand,

and walks with time,

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......

Pen & Pencil......- (Amit Saini)

( A view on 25% reservation for kids from economically weaker section of our society in Schools)

I often try to steal pen my friend has,

It writes smooth, it writes neat,

There’s no need to sharpen it,

Just change the refill, it will do,

Much better than my pencil,

It’s weak, can’t stand long,

Its sharpness decreases manifold,

Cheap, but slow,

Useless in the world of adults,

For there is always pen in their hand,

My friend has started early,

He will win the race, surely,

He gets good marks, thus praises,

His white shirt,

Shining black shoes,

And neatly combed hair,

Make him hero of the class,

I have a yellow shirt called white,

My marks also don’t prove me bright,

It’s not like, I don’t love studies,

But there are, at home other duties,

Mom is ill,

Dad works late,

In a factory far from our place,

There ain’t time to study,

Though I love writing,

Playing with words,

But this pencil irritates me,

Wish I could write in a flow,

Without bounding my ideas,

And then losing them

In sharpening intervals,

I think, I should steal that pen,

My friend has, which I can’t afford,

No eraser works on its mistakes,

Still, tempting, pen is,

Stealing is a crime they say,

Wish they could give me that pen,

I think, I should steal that pen,

बादलों की दिलेरी देखिये....

बादलों की दिलेरी देखिये,

आज अँधेरे से दोस्ती करके,

खुद काले रंग में रंगके,

हर चेहरे पे ख़ुशी खिला गए,

हर सोये फूल को जगा गए,

झूटी सफेदी के परचम को फाड़ के...

काली स्याही से मोहब्बत की लकीरें खींच गए,

आनन् फानन, हैरत, हैरानियत में लोग भागे,

चीखे चिल्लाये दबी हुई आवाजें निकालते,

ज़र्रे ज़र्रे में जान फूंकते,

बादलों की दिलेरी देखिये..,

बेमौसम, मौसम बना गए,

देखते रह गए पहरेदार,

हवाओं को धुप की सलाखों से छुड़ा ले गए....

बादलों की दिलेरी देखिये.....

Make a Sun On Your Forehead

Make a sun on your forehead,

and walk on the beach evaporating an ocean,

Make your prescence felt,

take such long strides,

climb such heights,

Let a new fruit ripe,

whose fragrance fills land and sky,

and flavour feeds love,

spread, far and wide,

Make a sun on your forehead,

and envelope the droplets of darkness,

which from world, hide,

blessings of heaven,

radiate such light,

shine so bright,

- Amit Saini

Under The Hood

Transform me into a magical soul...

Transform me into a magical soul,

O’ lord

O please god!

Transform me into a magical soul,

So that I can hit these ghouls,

Who are shortening my role,

Makin earth for me a rabbits’ hole,

O’ lord!

O please! God!

Transform me into a magical soul!

Make me shine without a halo at the back of my head,

Make me Fly without wings,

Come in mine arms

And make me gladly mad,

O’ god

O please lord

Transform me into magical soul,

चश्मा

जब भी मैं चश्मा उतार देखता हूँ,
धुंधला-धुंधला सा सब दिखता है,
घिलमिल-घिलमिल,
ओझल-ओझल,
एक दूजे से मिला-मिला,
धरा ताल,
तार-तार,
जैसे मोतियों का बिखरा हार,
जुदा-जुदा, फिर भी,
मोती-मोती बातें करता,
संग चलता,
एक मुस्कान साथ भरता,
एक हो जैसे सब,

शख्श-शख्श,
गाड़ियां सड़क पे दौड़ती हुई,
आसमान में पतंगे उडती हुई,
और वो हवाई जहाज, कहीं जाता हुआ,

दूर की वो ईमारत, पास का ये बंगला,
ऊँचा सा पेड़, छोटा सा वो, पौधे का गमला,

एक जैसी, एक सी दुनिया, एक ही दुनिया,

फिर मैं चश्मा पहन लेता हूँ,
हज़ारों दुनिया देखता हूँ,
अपनी दुनिया में आ जाता हूँ,

rainbow jaise log-bagh..

kitne saare, jitne saare sitare,

utne log-bagh zameen pe,

pheeke phir bhi sitare saare ke saare inke aage,

ek dhang ke,

bina variety ke,

bore se hai yeh saare sitare,

rainbow jaise log- bagh hai,

ek duje se bilkul alag,

koi khush rehna pasand karte koi rehte sirf udaas hai,

banawat ek hai par, working and reaction alag alag,

apne apne halaat hai, apne apne tareeqe unse bhidne ke,

kisi ke straight drive hai, to kisi ke zig-zag raaste,

meetha hai kuch mein bhara hua,

to kuch ne mirchiyan phaank rakhi hai,

khuli kitaab hai koi,

to koi password se protected,

rainbow jaise yeh log-bagh,

rakhte lekin kuch common armaan hai,

aukaad chaahe kaisi bhi ho,

falak pe sab rakh paanw chahte hai daudna,

happiness waala coat pehn thoda itraana

apni aankho ke khwaab, sabko visible karana,

aur ho jaaye jab yeh sab poore to chain se sona,

rainbow jaise log-bagh,

jinki apni hi hai nayi kahaniyan,