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Sunday, 29 September 2013

wada

Tum chale jaate ho,Tanhaiyaa aa jaati hain;
Dil ke har moad  pe viraniyan  chhaa jaati hain.

Kuch yadien lautti hain,
 Muskurahte aa jati hain.
Par na jaane kyu??
,Khilkhilahate tarsati hain.
tum chale jaate ho
                        

Lauta dete hain muskurahto ko hum.
 Aur,woh poochhti hain  humse,

'Kyon itne sangdil ho gaye ho,?
 Na kabhi bulate ho
Na khud hi aane dete ho.
Rok lo humko.

Rok lo humko,
Khuda bhi toh yahi kahta hai-
''Chalaa jaataa hai waqt phir na laut sakne ko''.
tum chale jaate ho
         
                 
Phir yaad aa jaate hain wade terey
Nek lagte woh irade terey.
Kahgaye thhe tum jaate jaate
''Mai gaya waqt nahi hoon jo kabhi aa na sakoo.

Jab udasi mne tum bulaogi mujhe,
Rok lena muskurahto ko tum
Tum bhi ruk jaanaa Waqt bhi ruk jayega,
Motee palko pe teri Thham jayega;
Phir sametengi ungliya meri unko
Hatheliyon pe apni unhe mai rakh loonga

Yaad rakhna mai gaya waqt nahi.
Wada hai mera milunga mai  yahien.''

Wednesday, 18 September 2013

lonliness---the bane of life

You  are  lonely  when  you  are  surrounded  by   people ;you are  lonely  when  you  are  smiling ;  you  are  lonely  when  you are  laughing  out  aloud  .  

Its the worst curse that can fall on a person.

   Loneliness inhabits just one small corner of your heart but its tentacles  spread and surround  the whole body and mind.   
          
                  
                                     
                                                                                 ..
There are strangers all around you 
Strangers all within. 
That touch you need is ne'er to be got , 
ne'er to be got therein. 


You thought you wont regret ????? 
If you ne'er did expect ??? 
That was the loss you  incurred 
When you  thought that you 'Deffered' 

There's time ! still time ! 

cling to them ,to those who matter 
Who matter to you so much 
Tell them that you need them 
Tell them they're missed how much! 


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If love abounds in them , If passion rules their heart; 
They will all come around you and hold you till depart. 
You will then win the battle ,and will die a happy soul 
When they whom you love so ! 
Tell you ; you were loved much more!... 

******* 

For Life's battles are to be fought by only you and you! 
Its great!! if they accompany And wipe your tears for you... 
.. 




 

sarfarosh

It was nearing 5 am
Ram was taken for his last bath then given a proper breakfast and was now being led out of the cell door.

the usually asleep and noisy (with sounds of snores and coughs and swearings ) prison was awake and silent.

 Ram  was being taken to the gallows
 .  all the undertrials and all other prisoners had tearful eyes glued on him as they watched this youth of 25 being sent to die for having committed the crime of fighting ,for the freedom of his country from the chains of slavery.
Ramdas was led up the stairs where the black cloth bag was ready to be put on his face .   

He was asked his last wish -----"I want a picture of the British Monarch brought in". everyone was astonished at this demand but it had to be fulfilled and the jailor and other officials got ready to tackle any  trouble that Ram  would create  .

But Ramdas was a freedom fighter he knew that all countries and their rulers were to be respected.

All that  he did was that he  put  the picture close   to his chest and  then he stood on the platform  facing the crowd.The jailor and warden and all other govt servants stood up  anticipating trouble.

 Ram  began singing VANDE MATRAM holding the picture to his chest---- the govt servants kept standing throughout the song alert and attentive so that any trouble could be tackled immediately.

Ram das finished the song and smiled. 
.
"Officer James do you remember I had once challenged you that I will make you stand up in salutations to my national song I have achieved that today, I have no more wishes I am ready to die for my country,  VANDE MATRAM ---JAI HIND "

The slogan  was echoed all through the closed walls of the prison and a brave son of Mother India was executed but every eye in the crowd was moist every prisoner wept unashamedly even the British eye had a stunned blank look  silently  respecting the dead INDIAN for his love for his motherland .





this story is dedicated to all those people who laid down their lives to set India free from the  shackles of foreign rule.