Dosti ki hain toh Nibhani toh Padegi

Choti si class ke chote se desk par
nachte nachte kisi padosi ka mazak udaate

Homework mein diye assignment ka kabhi
Dur tak maar karnewala ladaaku jahaaj banate

Shorogul ke Shanshah bante kabhi
Teacher ke aane par jhat obediant ban jaate

Naam naa batane ki kasame dekar
Ankhon ke isharon se dhamkate
Dosti ki hain toh Nibhani toh Padegi


Alhadta se bheege dino mein
Examsdays aate hi jaane kyun beemar pad jate

Der Raat tak padne ke bahane
Multaaani,Sandal,fruit se bane facepack lagate

Kitaabo ke panne palate aur
Kisse Kahaniya Shahrukh Khan ke sunate

Jab bhi baat shopping ki hoti
Udhaar maang kar ye khoob jatate
Dosti ki hain toh Nibhani toh Padegi


Yovan ki nauka pe baith
Dishavihin hun kahin bhi yun hi jaate

Lakhon Chehron ki bheed mein
Achanak kabhi hum koi chehra apna paate

Jeth ki tez dupahri mein
Apna takiya bhi khaare paani mein bheega paate

Gale lagaanewali baahon mein
Racha Basa ehsaas kuch aisa kahta paate
Dosti ki hain toh Nibhani toh Padegi


For All My lovely Friends
Love You All

Dilli Meri Jaan par Mumbai Mera Jahaan ..

Eh hain Mumbai nagariya tu dekh Banvri :P
Well Mumbai is not new city for me but living here is defiantly new :)
Mumbai has many colors like my own delhi but what is the most interesting of all is “color of food” :D
when it comes to food it is deficult to restrain my taste buds.mumbai is famous for chaat but surprisingly I sometime miss delhi :( may be because Mumbai people like to eat little meetha and we delhi people loves to indulge in teekha.

I almost tasted chaat at every thelawala near my locality but paani puri always disappoint me ,sevpuri is good if you mention teekha masal before preparation. it is not the case that mubai chaat is not good because I have tasted some excellent vada paav,sing dana bhel and wow dahi kachori .

I think that enough for this introduction to mubai chaat post :P

Thodi Si..

Banvra Mann - Dream of an Ignorant

Bavra mann dekhne chala ek sapna...

Streets we have never walked on,
Windows we have never opened,
Hands we have never held,
Dreams we shall never, never see again.

Bavra mann dekhne chala ek sapna,
bavre se mann ki dekho, bavri hain baatein
bavri si dhadkanein hain, bavri hain saansein


lives we have never lived,
hopes we never realized,
fires we have never lit,
laughs we shall never, never make again

Bavra mann dekhne chala ek sapna...

I hear those strange whispers again.

Mathura Nagarpati

Tumhari piriya ab puri gharvaali
Doodh navan ghivoo din bhar khaali
Biraha ke aansoon kab ke, ho kab ke ponch daali
Phir kaahe dard jagaao
Mathura nagarpati kaahe tum Gokul jaao

PS: This song is special cus this is among few rare song which dipict perfect color of "virah" .

Lagta hain mausam badal gaya hain ..

ab nahi chamakte hain peele palaash
ab nahi ubharti hain maathe pe boonde
aur nahi milta hain aam ka wo meetha sa swaad
lagta hain mausam badal gaya hain...


garam hawa ne jaise muh modaa hain
peele patto ne jaise shaakho ka saath choda hain
aur toda hain jaise vidhi ne suraj ka abhimaan
lagta hain mausam badal gaya hain...

safed chadar ki thandak kuch kapkapai hui hain
chanchal pankhe ki pankhudiya kuch alsaayi hui hain
aur hui hain duriya kuch pyas ki matki se
lagta hain mausam badal gaya hain...


hoth pe papadi chadi hain
gaal ki surkhi badi hain
aur padi hain angithi pe kuch bhuni hui shakarkandiya
lagta hain mausam badal gaya hain...


kitni baatein hain jo badal gayi hain
kitne log the jo ab nahi hain
aur kitni yaadein hain jo thahar gayi hain
lagta hain mausam badal gaya hain...
... haan mausam badal gaya hain.

The Girl Child

The Girl Child
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Admist the rising dystopia, the girl child is born
Motherhood sleeps still, and the childhood lies torn
Father stands helpless,rich in despair
He see what is to be done, and knows the world does not care.

Oh my girl child will you survive,
Or Oh my girl child will you die,
You lie there bawling , the only language you know
The unspeakable has to be done, no matter how low

Father picks up the child looking everywhere avoiding her gaze
Big eyes on a round face, he walks around stumbling as if in a daze
The chile stops crying, momentarily curious by the strange face
She only sees the love, not the anger in his gaze

Oh my girl child will you survive,
Or Oh my girl child will you die,
You lie there bawling , the only language you know
The unspeakable has to be done no matter how low

He drowns her in water while she is asleep
Washing his hands of her, for she is god's to keep
The house he rinses in kerosene for the fire has to be deep
Sets fire to his house, walks in and goes to sleep

Oh my girl child forgive us for we donot care
Oh my poor mother forgive us for our morality is bare
Oh my young father forgive us for we donot care
3 in a billion is maybe too less to share.

by Ramu

P.S : This Beautiful poem by Ramu who is a very nice musician and guitarist as well :-)