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Ek Raat

July 08, 2009 By: Anonymous Poet Category: Poetry

Scribbled some lines while I was in the auto,
Mumbai under heavy down pour…..

Pic taken from the Internet


Thak gaya sooraj jalte jalte,
paani me ise aaj bujhne do

Geeli si raat aayi hai chaand lekar

Is chaandani me aag dubone do

Hain lehare bequaraar,
kinaare ki pyaas tarasti hai

Boondein bankar baato si, sitaaro se

Halke halke barasti hain

Ek gumnaami gar nasheman hua hai,

ise naam me na yun khone do

jalte bujhte khwaabo ke
manzar kuch aur bhi hain

aur kuch der talak mujhko sone do….

Varun


Siski Zindagi Ki

June 30, 2009 By: Anonymous Poet Category: Poetry

Ghamo se nikalkar, ek siski bhari hai jeene ki

Chalak rahi thi zindagi paimaane si

ek koshish kari hai peene ki

tum jise paana chaaho, main koi khitaab to nahin

aarzoo meri bhi hai, saans chalti hai meri

jo chaaha hai tumne sirf wahi likha hai

aur jo chaaho wo likho, main koi kori kitaab nahin

beete lamhe sirf khwaahish me, khud ke intezaar me

khareedane ko apne aap ko hi

biktaa raha khud apno ki hi baazaar me

mila hoon khud se main, ki ab na khone doonga

jaage jaage se khwaab hain, sahra guzarne se pehle

na main inhe ab sone doonga

khalish ki jhadi jo lagi hai wo tham jaayegi

shor chaahe jitnaa kar lo tum

ye khaamoshi ab gum na hone paayegi

–Varun


Let the faith begin…

June 22, 2009 By: Anonymous Poet Category: Poetry


The Chatting Bug

June 17, 2009 By: Anonymous Poet Category: Blogs

It was the time when I was there at Kota for my IIT JEE preparation. 10-12 hours of self study (apart from the coaching and school which we never went to) till 2 years flat, leaves you desperate enough to grab any fun that comes on your way. Before getting ideas as to what kinda fun we could afford to have there in the so called modern gurukul "Bansal Classes, let me tell you that we had to live up to an image that we are bansalites!


So we hardly used to have time apart from our studies and daily practice problem sheets! Still, however long and hard you study, the recreational urge has to be quenched! Entertainment bug bit us as well. First to fall off the poison was my dear best friend Adit (addycool in his online avtar) and `then later me along with my buddy khandel (we created our online profiles together ) As our class was gal deprived so the desperation to talk to the opposite sex usually took the students to the chat rooms. I am just trying to camouflage the word "frustoo" with all this description ..anyways


When I heard about chatting funda from adit, I gave a frown as to isn't it weird to talk to people whom you have not even seen and are talking them for the first time. Somehow the idea of chatting didn't appeal to me. But one fine day rather night ..no rather before early morning at 2 AM .a knock on my window startled the flow with which I was solving the physics sum. It was khandel on the window  


Khandel: abe Varun, chalta hai kya?


Me: Kahaan bhaai, itni raat ko?? Aunty jag gayi to waat lag jaayegi! (my landlords)


Khandel: abe nahin jagengi..chat khaane chalte hain (he meant chatting karne chalte hain)


Me: abe is samay kaun si dukaan khuli hogi chat ki bhaai!


Khandel: tu aa to sahi


And to my amazement, we landed up in a cyber café, bits-n-bytes, the famous spoiling joint for the Kota kids. This is how I was introduced to the online world.


Much later I used to hear from Adit and Khandel about their latest online crushes and how they look and what all they talked and all.


How they used to fight and pledged not to talk to each other as one had talked to other's GF


How they spent time talking bout now they think that they should settle down as they are "grown up" enough now


My pal was one cool guy who would eye the hot invigilator during mock JEE tests and was daring enough to write the hindi songs on his question paper that he heard when we used to study together just because "mera paper dene ka man nahin hai" I guess all born intelligent are like that.


One fine day my pal came to me and said "Bahut serious baat karni hai"


I was all ears as I have never seen him that serious in the entire 2 years of me knowing him!


Yaar ..ummm ..


Yaar ..Mujhe Pyaar ho gaya hai!


 No I was not wide eyed jaw dropped there as this was the 6th time in the last 2 months that the cupid had hit him!


But this time according to him..he was SERIOUS indeed!


Actually you are really serious at 17 years of age when you say this that "Varun, main soch raha hoon ki shaadi kar loon. Meri friend hai Africa se, uske ache farms hain, wahaan jaake farming karoonga, mumy papa ko bhi bulaa loonga aish ki life hogi"


Some how over some lose talk, these guys had a "e-break-up" and my 'ol pal underwent a massive heart break.


But wo kahaawat yahaan ek dam sahi saabit hoti hai, ki ek ladki ka gham doosri hi door karti hai.


A quarter of rum down under, and a new face of a hot lookin chick at bansal's, my frend was back to square one, all ready to fall in love again and the rest as they say is history!


I realized this that 'oh so serious' talks then are a matter of laughter among us now. The so called 'seriousness' then now appears another stupidity to us!


However, it let me to the belief that in a moment the present becomes the past, in a moment the moment itself becomes a memory .


These anecdotes have shaped me as a person till date and these sweet and bitter experiences make us what we call "Self"


 


Someday…Sometime….

June 13, 2009 By: Anonymous Poet Category: Poetry

Some random thought blabbering .nothing related to poet’s life, just an imagination exercise.. J pic taken by Gunja

 

Exploring through my soul,

the rain poured dark and slow

in the shallows of my self

slipped drop by drop

sands of time running low

 

Mocking at the promises

which I have to keep

living every expectation

burning every emotion

sarcasm of time fathom a blow

 

Shadows of darkness made

Soothing is now the night

Shining sun outside my window

Straight into my eyes .

Moon has lost its glow

 

Someday .Sometime .

Another place when the sun sets

I can't change the past .

The future aint known to me

I live today the present is mine

Lemme walk in the rain,

Light the night with the moon again,

let the darkness flow .

 

-Varun

 


Narration - Thoontha Ped

June 05, 2009 By: Anonymous Poet Category: narrations

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Posting the narration for the poem Thoontha Ped…Could’nt find a suitable piece of background for this piece. Will try to do for other poems as well :-) Hope you all like it…Cheers,

Varun


Thoontha Ped…

June 03, 2009 By: Anonymous Poet Category: Poetry

Ek ped ki kahaani bhi hum insaano ki kahaaniyo se kitni milti julti si hai….I realised this after I wrote something……

 

ek shehar hai sastaa sa, jahaan ki tamaam takdeero ke saath

betahashaa bhaagti sadako se ghiraa hua,

sapne daudate hain un bejaan si raaho par

ek thoontha ped rehta hai usi chauraahe par

main use saalon se dekh raha hoon

kabhi wo hara bhara hua karta tha

har koi apni khwaahish ka dhaaga uspar lapet jaata

umar guzaar di thi usne…..

logo ki khwahisho ko poora karne me

phir bhi maine dekha use ilzaamo ki baarish me bheegte huye

har ik patta jab bhi toota uski shaakh se

uski tees me wo khwahisho waale dhaage bheeg se jaate

daudate sapno ke dhuye me wo jhulasta raha

lekin baarish kam nahin hui

aur wo khada khada baarish me bheeg kar bhi sookhta raha

jab talak patte saath dete rahe wo hawaoo se jhagadta raha

garajta tha patto ki sarsaraahat ko awaaz banakar

aaj patte bhi saath chhod chuke hain

to dekhtaa hoon main…

khada rehta hai khamosh tez hawaao me bhi

maazi se jaise koi awaaz hi nahin, koi shor nahin

aur aaj bhi log khwaahish ka dhaaga to lapet jaate hain

magar de jaate hain anbana saa taanaa

ki ye ped kitnaa badal gaya hai

magar fark hai, ki uske jado me patto ki khwaahish waise hi saans le rahi hai…
aur shehar, jahaan ek ki takleef doosare ka tamaasha hai
phir se ilzaamo ki baarish kar raha hai
magar us ped ko farak nahin, kyun ki patto ko khone ka use darr nahin

–Varun


Humsafar - Repost

May 28, 2009 By: Anonymous Poet Category: Poetry

 Wrote this poem at Guwahati Ever since I have grown up and have known that love exists, the very logical question as to if there is a soulmate, has been a food for thoughts and a subject for my poems as well another answer to the thought..I give you.. "Humsafar"

Pic: Tawang Trip 2006

 


Kaaghaz, Kalam, Dawaat aur Main

May 25, 2009 By: Anonymous Poet Category: Poetry

Kaaghaz, Kalam, Dawaat ka rishtaa shayar se bahut hi gehra hota hai. Ye wo zariya hai jis se ek jazbaat kaaghaz par utartaa hai aur in sab ke rishtey se ek nazm ban jaati hai . I give you "Kaaghaz, Kalam, Dawaat aur Main"



shayar ki kalam se toot kar,


ye syaahi bhi roti rahi


kaaghaz me kho jaana hi uska dastoor sa raha


ghazal ban kar shayar ki,


lapet kar seeli si aarzoo


chupchaap kaaghaz ke aagosh me soti rahi



khwaahish ki syaahi sookhne se pehle,


katra ktara bikharti rahi


kalam se judaai thi jo,


kaaghaz se milne par nikharti rahi



choom kar kalam ke labo ko,


syaahi ho ruswaa rukhsat ho rahi thi


jaise jaise shayar kalam badhata raha


ek ghazal bankar syaahi


kaaghaz ke chaukhat par dastak deti rahi



Kaaghaz ummeedo ka darwaaza khol raha tha


shayar apne dil ki baat


kalam dawaat ke zariye bol raha tha


rishta shayar ka kalam,


kaaghaz syaahi se zindaa ho raha tha


ban raha ek surkh afsaana,


pehle jo kaaghaz, sirf ek pulindaa raha tha



-Varun


Unns Ka Kalmaa

May 18, 2009 By: Anonymous Poet Category: Poetry

While listening to music and walking down the roads certain thoughts and verses started to flood my mind and I jotted down in my cell phone''result was this poem' I give you 'Unns Ka Kalmaa'

Pic: Taken from a forwarded mail

hai dhuaan dhuaan hai ravaan ravaan,

ishq hai tujhse mujhko kitna'

ye kaise kar du main bayaan bayaan

teri zulfo ki sargoshi me

ye dil bhi khoya rehta hai

ye unns ka kalmaa padhta hai

har aayat me tujhse kehta hai

teri aankho me basa hai noor wahi

manzil se mohabbat ab door nahin

mere dardo ko dilaase milte hain

chookar teri dhadkan ko

mere askh bhi dekho khilte hai

chalti rukti saanso ko meri

sirf chalne ke bahaane milte hain

kuch judaa judaa kuch mila mila

choo mujhe fir baahon me bhar

meri saanso ko teri dhadkan se

teri bechaini ko meri tadpan se

reh jaaye na koi shikwaa gilaa

teri sanso me basti khushboo se

har rom, rom rom mehekne lagte hain

gal jaa tu mere bhi saaye me,

mujhko bhi tu fir khud me sama

padhkar teri jhukti nazare'

mere ehsaas sulagne lagte hain

Tere jism ki sohbat garmi se

aa dekh ye chahat jalti hai

tere seene me jo ab hasrat hai

din raat wo mujhme palti hai

aankho me ghuli khamoshi se

main jaam wafaa ka peeta hoon

tere hontho ke narm darakhto pe

ek umra main har pal jeeta hoon

'pyaase tere ehsaason se hai waakif

sookh raha mere halak halak

kabhi zameen zameen, kabhi falak falak

hai dhoondhaa tujhko yahaan wahaan

bata mujhko bhi aye zindagi

tu chupaa hua hai kahaan kahaan

is raat ki jaise koi subhe nahin

rok sake jo tere kadam,

kya aisi koi wajah nahin

teri khamoshi me inkaar nahin iqraar nahin

ab aur mujhe mat yun tu tadpaa

ik baar nahin sau baar tu keh

baar baar ke har ik taar me keh

keh de ki tujhko hai mujhse bhi

adhoora' poora pyaar wahi….

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