Sunday, 30 September 2012

Rasmalai Jeet......

Bottle kholo yaaron,
ek aur kholo,

rasmalai jeet hai
meetha mangwaon yaaro,

sala, sir dird Australia,
Pakistan pe sara gussa utrwa diya,

Afridi ko chhodo,
Gul ki gul batti dekho,

Kohli to rangon ki holi hai,
Yuvraj gazab ki goli hai,

aaj puri raat jashn manao,
kal ke baad phir chutti hai yaaro,

Bapu se kuch seekh bhi lena,
bekar ka dhong na karna,
phool vool na chadhana,
kisi rahgir ke aansoo pooch dena,

saath mein phir bottle kholna,
jamke peena,

bottle kholo yaaron,
ek aur bottle kholo,

Rasmalai jeet hai,
swaad le lo yaaron,
Raat Humari hai,
Raat humaari hai............



Saturday, 29 September 2012

:)....just for fun....

hawa hawai,
dhak dhak bole,
FDI sir dard kare,
kirane waale uncleji,
ghar ghar, mithai sang delivery karein,

bijli girti dekh sab andolan karein,
sahi bolde,
apna matlab, hole hole,
sehwag re,hero hai,
khele na khele,


haath uthaya thanda koyla,
jheeb jala dega re,
aisa na khel munna,
jaada aane waala hai,
kambal mehenga hai,
sigdi mein rakhde,
haath sekenge re,


makdi.....

मकड़ी मुकुर देखे, डर जावे,
जाल वाल सब छुट जावें,
ऐसा ज़ेवर नूर है,
तिजोरियों के ताले,
टुट जावें,

Friday, 28 September 2012

वो बस में थी, मैं ऑटो में था...

वो बस में थी,
मैं ऑटो में था,
सारा समां तर्रनुम में था,

सौ गाड़ियाँ नहीं,
सौ साज़ बज रहे थे,
उनके कोमल कोमल हाथ,
बहुत तंग कर रहे थे,
 रह रहके उनके बाल,
रुखसार पे ऐसे गिर रहे थे,
मानो मुझे मेरा ईद का चाँद दिखा रहे थे,

मैं नशे में था,
मैं मज्जे में था,
मगर गुलदस्ता बेचने वाला,
बीच में आ आके किरकरी कर रहा था,

मैंने भी होश रख कर,
सारे गुलदस्ते खरीद डाले,
और कहा गुलदस्ते वाले से, दे दे,
उनको सारे जाके, 

वो मुस्कुराए,
होठों तक गुलदस्ते को लेके गए ऐसे,
लगा, गुलदस्ते में गुलाब खिल गए,

लेकिन फिर,
ऐसा चिल्लाये, हाय,
जैसे सारी गाड़ियों के होर्न,
एक साथ बज गए,

शुक्र है, मैं ऑटो में था,
वो बस में थी,
जो बस में थी,

वरना कैसे भागते,
बचते बचाते |

Thursday, 27 September 2012

मेंढ़क जैसी आँखों वाली बतख...


मेंढ़क जैसी आँखों वाली बतख,
रेगिस्तान की धरती पर सांप सी दौड़े सरपट,
पेड़ पर चढ़ जाए चीते सी,
खूबसूरती बढ़ाये मोर सी,
हीरण बनकर,
शेर का शिकार हो जाए,
दहाड़े, चिंघाड़े,
सियार, छुप जाए,
इंतज़ार करे मौके का,
गाय बनकर,
घर में रह जाए,
दुल्हे की घोड़ी हो दुल्हन के पास ले जाए,
कुत्ते की तरह ज़िन्दगी भर साथ निभाये,
आँगन में खरगोश सी,
बिल्ली की तरह बच्चो से खेले,
हाथी की सैर कराये,
ऊँट का झूला झुलाये,
गिद्ध हो आसमान में उड़ जाए,
मछलियों को चट कर जाए,
बतख कही की पानी में पैर हिलाए......

aise khela karte the...

aise khela karte the jab hum bacche hua karte the,

ek baari teri, ek baari meri,
jo jeetega uski agli baari,
jo haarega uski agli se agli baari,
mazze ke liye sab, bas,
hum khelte the, hum khelte the,
hum jeet jaate the,
baari, baari....

Monday, 24 September 2012

darwaaze se....



darwaze se aate to accha tha,
par, yun guftgu ka mazza bhi kuch aur hi hai,
aate to kayi aur bhi hai,
tum thoda aur paas aate, to accha tha,

- Amit Saini


Saturday, 22 September 2012

रोज़ नए लोग मिलते है....

रोज़ नए लोग मिलते है,
मुझे ताकते है,
मेरा विश्लेषण करते है,
सहानुभूति से मुझे देखने लगते है,
उन्हें मालूम हो जाता है,
बुरा हुआ है,

रोज़ नए लोग मिलते है,
दोस्त कहाँ है?
मैं गुमराह हुआ हूँ ?
या, शहर नया है?

एक अनजान व्यक्ति,
मेरे कंधे पे हाथ रखता है,
अपना रास्ता पूंछता है,
कहता है, सुनता है,
रास्ता, 
एक ही मंजिल पर लिए चलता है,

नया सिलसिला शुरू होता है,

रोज़ नए लोग मिलते है,
मेरा साया ढलता है,

रोज़ नए लोग मिलते है,

- अमित सैनी 

Monday, 3 September 2012

Pain A Fashion...

don't make pain a fashion,
its causing harm to the nation,
you ain't doing any good too,
its no donation,
pain won't bring the rain,
it won't make the orphanage,
happiness would still live in the streets,
pain won't leave the palace,

its a dirty general,
making your army of thoughts lose,
you would again fall,
take a wrong decision,
and crown the pain,

don't win the pain,
don't earn the pain,
don't wear it,
it would tarnish your image,

throw it in the dustbin,
or cut it into threads,
then burn it,
don't burn in it,
it's flames won't fade,

its nothing but fad,
soon it would become a dull dress,
don't make pain a fashion....

- Amit Saini




Saturday, 1 September 2012

Darwaze khad khadana band karo......


Darwaze Khad khadana band karo,
khidkiyon ko to baksh do,
chatt to kab kee le ja chuke ho,
diwaro ko to chhod do....

kehdiya na kitni baar,
hum bheek nahi denge iss baar, 
tum bheek ka apman karte ho,
kisi kone mein jaake roz sharaab peete ho,

jannato ke raaste jaate nahi jahnamon se hoke,
tum bakwas baat karte ho,
jaana hai tumko jahanum, to jaao na,
kyun humara waqt barbaad karte ho,

Darwaze Khad khadana band karo,
khidkiyon ko to baksh do,
chatt to kab kee le ja chuke ho,
diwaro ko to chhod do....

- Amit Saini

Monday, 20 August 2012

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...








Thursday, 16 August 2012

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.....

Sunday, 12 August 2012

Lore......



http://www.dailypioneer.com/home/online-channel/360-todays-newspaper/86835-mass-murder-of-egret-chicks-shocks-ukhand.html


(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,