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,

a shair....

haath jala liye tumhe suraj tohfe mein dene ke liye,

aur tum kahti ho tumhein chaand chahiye tha,

main kyun aisa karta hoon...........

main kyun itne shabd likhta hoon,

tukde tukde bat ta hoon,

sach likhta hoon, jhoot likhta hoon,

kyun khud se be-imaani karta hoon,

har pal ko, har khwaab ko,

kyun syaahi mein doobon kar,

dhaage mein pirota hoon,

kyun kagaz pe yeh haar chadhata hoon,

kabhie raakh ka istemaal karta hoon,

kabhie angaron ka sahara leta hoon,

apni baat likhne ke liye,

yeh kaisi chaal chalta hoon,

apne hi hisson se bair karta hoon,

kisi ka matam karta hoon,

kisi ke saath jashn manata hoon,

main kyun aisa karta hoon,

Learn & let others learn: plzz...don't ignore me!!!!

Learn & let others learn: plzz...don't ignore me!!!!: Please Don’t Ignore me Dancing are the words in streets, Let me repeat, Dancing are the words in streets, That I love you, And if...

plzz...don't ignore me!!!!

Please Don’t Ignore me

Dancing are the words in streets,

Let me repeat,

Dancing are the words in streets,

That I love you,

And if you think, I am spreading them,

Then let me tell you,

Its hundred per cent true,

You don’t love me,

Probably never will,

That I always knew,

So it’s not a tool to get you,

Neither a way to impress you,

But an expression of my love for you,

A feeling shared with a hope to reach you,

Don’t love,

Don’t do, if you don’t want to,

Though it’s a humble request,

Don’t ignore me too,

However all I want is that,

Whenever you pass by,

Just say Hi,

With a smile,

It will make you look more beautiful, me cheerful,

And eventually high

Don’t love me like a rose,

But don’t ignore me like its leaves,

Don’t love me, if you don’t want to,

Though please! Don’t ignore me too,

- Amit Saini