I won't write Poetry today...

I won't write poetry today,
poetry is what people don't understand,
they attach it to themselves,
they derive their lives from it,
they think its for them,

some do a bit more,
they dare to dive into its depth,
to find pearls hidden in it,
to find rocks lying in it,
naive swimmers, sink,

then blame the poet,
for creating such an illusion,
who all did was, built a boat,
so they could sail,
but they chose, not to,

their choice kills all three of them...

O' brainy Madame...

she has her head in hand,

takes out what she likes out of it,

never finds that little thing,

buffalo ate when she was a kid,

O' brainy Madame....

O' brainy Madame....

you walk down the street,

never talk to anyone,

just keep on walking,

in disgusting streets,

you think,

O' brainy Madame....

O' brainy Madame...

O' brainy Madame...

take a left turn..

into the tall building...

a handsome sits...

a bastard sits...

go seduce him...

with your calculations...

up and down curves...

take him down...

be his boss...

be his boss....

O' brainy Madame....

O' brainy Madame...

O' brainy Madame....

you can shake a leg,

you can break a leg,

you can earn a hell,

just go to hell,

just go to hell,

sentiment less,

just go to hell,

sentiment less....

sentiment less...

sentiment less.....

just go to hell...

get a cure....

sentiment less...

go to hell....

sentiment less...

O' brainy Madame...

O' brainy Madame.....

Lore......

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(Inspired by the above News)


An egret,
fell down on a tree,
exhausted, flying free,
made a home of hopes,
with twigs and grass as props,

then sang, all its lore,
for long and long,
till others like it came,
to sing the lore,

years passed by,
school came up nearby,
little kids got confused,
between the lore,
and the words that adore,
the walls of world,
words made no sense to them,
they chose bird's song,

then sang and sang bird's lore,
for long and long,
kids went wild,
hummed and hummed the lore,
asleep, in the night,

authorities lost control,
thought out of the box,
took a saw, cut the tree,
and slit the throats,
of the birds,
of the kids.
who sang and sang the lore,

tu baras.....

tu baras...
arre! baras,
tu baras, jismon jaan ke dhaage udhed de,
tu adal badal karde jismon jaan sabke,

tu baras...
tu baras, aasmaan mein aag laga,
tu baras ki koi aur aankh utha ke na dekhe,

arre! baras,
tu baras....

tu baras lahu luhan dhang bhang karde,

tu saari mara maari hal karde,

hathiyaron ka bhog laga,

tu hatyara ban har dukh ka katl karde,

jo ghar mein baithe hai dubke, unko ghar mein quaid karle,

aisa baras, ki jo bahar aaye hai, agli baar aane ki himmat na karde,

jag saara tera hai,

jag tere bina kaha tehra hai,

jo chaahe wo karle,

apni aukaad puri dikhake,

tu sabko unki aukaad dikha de,

arre! Baras…

tu baras….

- Amit Saini

Rustam-e-Hind......dedication...to Late Sh.Dara Singh

Rustam-E- Hind

 

Naahi naahi naahi,

Hum naa koode akhaade mein,

Akhaade mein Bajrang khade hai,

Maharaj maafi dena,

Talwar se jaan lena,

Haathi ke aage chaahe phenk dena,

Diwar mein chunwa dena,

Kaise bhi,

Kitni bhi,

Dareendgi se, marwa dena,

Bas akhaade mein mat dhakelna,

Maharaj, arre! Maharaj,

Naahi Naahi,

Rustam-e- Hind,

Se bhidoon naahi,

In Reply…..

(Rustam-e-Hind): Oye, aaja,

Khel hai,

Khel hoye,

Ek ek haath hoye,

Tu kaahe ghabraaye,

Maut na bas, haar jeet hoye,

Oye aaja,

Haar kyun maut si maane,

main bhi hoon tujhsa,

tu bhi hai mujhsa,

pehlewaan! aaja!

Oye aaja,

Ek ek haath hoye,

bakwaas baazi...

tum kyun khuda hone chale ho,
tum kyon khuda khud sa banane chale ho,
jaana hai tumko jahannum, to jaao na,
tum kyun auron ki jannatein cheen ne chale ho...

1       mushkilon mein nikali naav,

      ek baar nikalne par, samudron mein waapis nahi jaati,

      samudron ki raani bankar...kisi mahal mein raaz karti hai,

1    jaaduon ki kami nahi hai iss duniya mein,

      jaaduon ki kami nahi hai iss duniya mein, 

      jadugar bas ik tum ho, humein pata hai…

  

how far have you come from....

,

how far have you come from,

how far you intend to go,

are you taking a rest,

or that's it, this is your nest,

तुम  दूर  दूर  की  दुनिया  में ,

सैर  करके  आये  हो ,

कुछ  देखा  भी  है,  या  युहीं  चले  आये  हो ,

कहते  है  वहां  चाँद  रात  को  आता  है ,

लोगों  को  कहानिया  सुनाता  है ,

सूरज  थक  हार  के , जल  जलाके , 

पानी  में  डुबकी  लगाता  है ,

फिर  सुबह  सुबह  तैयार  होके  आसमान  में  चला  जाता  है ,

दिनभर  सब  अपनी  ही  धुन  में  चलते है ,

आँखों  से  आँखें  भी  नहीं  मिलाते  है ,

फिर  जब  ज़रुरत  पड़ती  है

तो  अपने  से  छोटे  को  खा  जाते  है ,

अजीब  अजीब  दानव  है ,

अजीब  अजीब  उनके  ठिकाने है ,

रहस्यों  के  न  जाने  कितने  ही  खजाने है ,

क्या  ये  सच  है  जो  तुम्हारी  तरह  यहाँ  चलके  आया  है ,

या  ये  भी  पुरानी कहनियों  का  किस्सा  है ,

जो  उस  पार  से  इस  पार  तैरके आया  है,

how far have you come from,

how far you intent to go,

are you taking a rest,

or that's it, this is your nest,

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......