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Ulfat mein likhe kuch shabd,
Shyhi mein yun ghul gaye,
Simati hui shaam ke,
Paimano se lipat gaye.

Khawabon ki kashish mein,
Robaroo hona asan hai,
Mehakte hue alfozon se,
Duriyan mitana asan hai.

Dastak deti ek awaz nein,
Apna saya yun bhikhera hai,
Kalam ke har mod pe,
Ek naye armaan ko bhikhera hai.

Jo behak jaye Voh,
Ulfat ka mara hai,
Siddhat se jo ho vakif,
Aisa vakiya hamara hai.

Ulfat mein likhe kuch shabd

Khud ko aine mein
Dekhne mein jo maza hai,
Apne se akele mein
Baten karen mein kya khata hai.
Khata gar dayron ke
Darminyan simat jati,
Kafiron ke kafilon,
Ki disha agar likhi jati,
Dishheen hone ki baat,
Samne jarror ati,
Vaqt ki pabandiyon,
Mein ab ulajhna bekar hai,
Banjar Zameen mein paseena,
Bahana bekar hai,
Sham ki har angdayi pe
Ek kavita gar likhi jati,
Kitabon ke dher ban khade hote,
Agar shayari ke bayan,
Shayaron ke khwabon se,
Aur har phalak ke mod pe kahi jati.

Blog.....why

Why did I start the blog,
Was it for the people,
To read or to share my own views.

I am not yet sure,
What are the poems here,
Are they my inner feeligs,
Or just my creative vow.

Well I leave it for people to decide,
I am here to write,
In my own time,
In my own style.

Recession - The Latest Fashion

They call it recession,
I call it a new fashion,
Companies say they have,
A profitable quarter,
Yet the increments are low,
Oh dear its recession time,
As you all know.


Top notch gets the money,
Others rarely receive,
Even a single penny,
It’s a tough time,
So the money inflow is low,
Oh dear its recession time,
As you all know.

Share prices seem to be,
Moving up one day,
The other day they are low,
When to sell is a question,
No one seems to know,
Oh dear its recession time,
As you all know.

Marriages seem to be breaking,
Divorces are common now,
Who has the money to fuel in the relation,
Where are we going now,
Oh dear its recession time,
As you all know.

Reality bites when you see,
The profit margins growing high,
Your pockets are all empty,
And banks are all running dry,
How did this happen,
Where did the money go,
Oh dear its recession time,
As you all know.

Where am I heading towards

Work and work,
Have become a chore,
I am lost now,
Trying to match new role.

Every morning starts with a
Sudden urge, to start
My computer and see the
Bulging work.

On my way to the office,
I keep the planner on,
Try to figure out,
How to get the work going on.

Once I am in the office,
Its nothing new,
I know that i have,
To get many things moving on.

When my phone rings,
I put it down,
With the execuse of calling later,
When i find some time,
Times runs away,
And its late in the day,
When i remember,
I forgot to call up someone in the day.

I cannot call now,
Because its too late,
Its a daily routine now,
And i am lost in my own way.

Days after days,
Memory fades away,
Its only work,
That now weighs.

Oh..how i wish,
I had some freedom,
I return to where I was
In a role with no reason
No responsiblity
Would still be good,
At least i would be happy,
I would enjoy life,
In all the ways I could.