We all cry, a little, a little each day
For something, we wish we could have really had
And we all wish,don't we, that we could have today
Been better,been happier, instead of being sad

We all rue in vain, at the speed of time
And as it slips away, we hear that tinny chime
sometimes, too fast, sometimes not enough
sometimes its just right, and yet it seems tough

To not regret,to not feel sad, but why indeed ?
My friend what really matters is that in the end,
Kept there for you, is just round the bend
Yet another day, to live, to succeed...

And spend such sweet spring's days
Smiling, in a blooming flower's path
Instead of in morosity, stuck in a maze
And count our little blessings, and forget our wrath...

shehar ki sadkein...

Aaj in sadko pe, maine kuch dekha hai
kuch aansu, kuch sapne, kuch hasi, kuch gham
Aur kahi kahi par ek lakshman rekha hai...

Woh lambi kataarein, woh gaadiya, woh imaaratein
Woh boodhe, woh bacche,
Aasra chahte hai, kuch pal ke liye,
Kuch pal ke liye tumhaara saath chahte hai,
Wohi pe dikhti hai inki sharaaratein...

Koi kahi se maare,paan ki pichkaari,
kabhi peeche pade koi bebas bhikari
In chhipe nazaaron ko har koi dekhta hai,
Aur har koi,har roz, ise apne dil se nikaal fekta hai...

Samay kat jaata hai mera,mann karta hai inhe dekhta hi jaau
Par kya kare kambakht, shayad apni manzil na pahunch pau
Khair, koi baat nahi,main fir kal savere nikloonga,
Shehar ki in sadko se kal fir kuch seekh loonga...

Forgotten Friendships

A poem on forgotten friendships for my friends ,whom I could never forget

What friends are we, you and I?
When all we have left to say
To each other, is nothing new,why?
Why do I sense all this today?

Time has driven a wedge,
Between friends, so large, today
That once where we didnt need any words,
Today, none suffice, and we look away

How did that friend's heart know,for sure
When the other heart did beat in love...
When once a sly smile, was all the needed cure,
For every ailment of the heart,but now...

Things do change, and people too,
Discover new ways, to make friends, new
Yet those golden days long gone,
They keep on festering, like a thorn...