Ek ek aur sathi chut gaya
Aisa kya kiya tha maine
ki who mujhe root gaya
ek aur sathi chut gaya
kuch bichade aankhon main aansu bhar jaate hain
sathi kuch milane ka vada kar jaate hain
jaane yeh pal kyu ruk sa gaya
ek aur sathi chut gaya
abb toh tumhara roth jana bhi yaad ata hain
tera har yarana yaad aata hain
yeh kya hain jo mujhse choot gaya
ek aur sathi chut gaya
kuch pal the kitne aanjane pal
abb lagta hain apne the bas woh char pal
abb woh pal bhi jaise chut gaya
ek aur sathi chut gaya
jab tum the toh tumhari kami na thi
jab nahi ho toh yaad aate ho
yeh kaun sa thookda tha dil ka jo chitak gaya
ek aur sathi chut gaya
jab kuch na tha toh tum the
abb tum na honge toh kaun hoga
jaise dil hi mera toot gaya
ek aur sathi chut gaya
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Har koi jee raha hain apne armaan mujh main
Jaane kiski zindagi jee raha hun main
Aankh main bhi aansu hain apne nahi
Yeh kiske gammon paar roo raha hun main
Mujhe pata hain tum aaogi nahi kabhi
Phir bhi tera intezar kyu kar raha hun main
Mujhe pata hain ki bhram hain
Phir bhi kal main aaj dhundh raha hun main
Mujhe pata hain ‘kayal’
Phoolon ke khilne ke hote hain mausam
Intezar kar raha hun main
Pata hain ki tum woh nahi
Phir bhi tum main usko dhundh raha hun main
Milna na milna hain kismet ki baat
Ek koshish kar raha hun main
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Monday, May 19, 2008
‘Kayal’ ko maat batao duniya ki sacchai
Ki woh toh pagal hain
Usse maat batao sacchai jung ki
Ki who khud ghayal hain
Kehte hain shahar main dhamaka hua hain
woh kehta hain tooti kisi behan ki payal hain
Usse nahi dikhte signal paar ghumte bacche
woh kehta hain kisi ki life royal hain
Neta baimaan hain who manta hi nahi
Bad amli main doobi sabki smile hain
Dekho ‘kayal’ aaj bhi khadi main bapu hain zinda
teynaat har mulk ki sarhad par misile hain
Hummne kaha Bahut gandde ho kayal
woh kehta hain 'Dirty' hona hi aaj ka style hain
Chooti chooti baton main basta hain khuda
Jisse pyar karte hain usse jataiye
Har rishte main basta hain khuda
Kabhi kabhi hi sahi thoda sar jhukaiye
Toh kisi panchi ke pass jaiye
Iss raah par Aankh band kar hi kadam badhaiye
Jo toote-choote usspe aansu maat bahaiye..
har pyar main rista ho zaroori nahi
paar har rishte main pyar zaroor badhaiye
Thursday, May 15, 2008
उन्हें क्या कहे जो पत्थर बरसाते हैं हम पर
तो हम मुस्कुराते हैं
वह इकरार -ए -मोहब्बत करते हैं बार- बार
जो नही जानते की इश्क क्या हैं
वह तो ना समझ हैं, कहते हैं बार बार
हम समझते हैं इसलिए मुस्कुराते हैं
उनसे लड़कर, रुठकर, टूटकर , किसी लहर की तरह
हम उनके ही पास चले आते हैं
यह जाने कैसा रिश्ता हैं साहिल से
जिससे हम निभाते हैं
तुझसे दूर जाने के लिए , तुझे भुलाने के लिए
तेरी बाहों में टूट जाते हैं
इजहार होके भी प्यार हो यह ज़रूरी तो नही
प्यार हो तो इजहार यह भी ज़रूरी नही
पर तेरी चाहत हैं ऐसी की
‘कायल’ भी कायल हो खीचे चले आते हैं
व्हो समझ न जाये इस बात को
तो हम मुस्कुँराते हैं
एक राज़ हैं गहरा जिसे हम छुपाते हैं
हम मुस्कुँरते हैं
“रौशनी सूरज से रिश्ता तोड़ दे , सूरज को छोड़ दे ये और बात हैं
मगर अपनी रूह में कैद उसके अक्स को कैसे छोड़ेगी ”
Sunday, May 11, 2008
ग़ालिब की कलम से ...
"रगों में दौरते फिरने के हम नहीं कायल
जब आँख से ही न टपका तों फिर लहू क्या है "
"जला है जिस्म जहाँ दिल भी जल गया होगा
कुरेदते हो जो अब राख जुस्त -जू क्या है"
"हुई मुद्दत की ग़ालिब मर गया पर याद आता है,
वो हर एक बात पे कहना, की यूं होता तों क्या होता"
"हमको मालूम हैं जन्नत की हकीकत लेकिन
दिल को खुश रखने मैं ग़ालिब यह ख्याल अच्छा हैं "
"हमको उनसे थी वफ़ा की उम्मीद ,
जो नहीं जानते वफ़ा क्या है "
"रगों में दौरते फिरने के हम नहीं कायल
जब आँख से ही न टपका तों फिर लहू क्या है "
"जला है जिस्म जहाँ दिल भी जल गया होगा
कुरेदते हो जो अब राख जुस्त -जू क्या है"
"हुई मुद्दत की ग़ालिब मर गया पर याद आता है,
वो हर एक बात पे कहना, की यूं होता तों क्या होता"
"हमको मालूम हैं जन्नत की हकीकत लेकिन
दिल को खुश रखने मैं ग़ालिब यह ख्याल अच्छा हैं "
"हमको उनसे थी वफ़ा की उम्मीद ,
जो नहीं जानते वफ़ा क्या है "
Saturday, May 10, 2008
I owe this to Chetan Bhagat.....
"Last week, an IITian committed suicide. People who commit suicide do it when they feel there's no future. But wait, isn't IIT the one place where a bright and shining future is a foregone conclusion? It just doesn't add up, does it? Why would a young, hardworking, bright student who has the world ahead of him do something like this? But the answer is this-in our constant reverence for the great institution (and I do believe IITs are great), we forget the dark side. And the dark side is that the IITs are afflicted by the quintessential Indian phenomenon of academic pressure, probably the highest in the world.
I can rant about the educational system and how it requires serious fixing, or I can address the immediate-try my best to prevent such suicides. For this column I have chosen the latter, and I do so with a personal story.
News of a suicide always brings back one particular childhood memory. I was 14 years old when I first seriously contemplated suicide. I had done badly in chemistry in the Class X half yearly exam. I was an IIT aspirant, and 68% was nowhere near what an IIT candidate should be getting. I don't know what had made me screw up the exam, but I did know this, I was going to kill myself. The only debate was about method.
Ironically, chemistry offered a way. I had read about copper sulphate, and that it was both cheap and poisonous. Copper sulphate was available at the kirana store. I had it all worked out. My rationale for killing myself was simple-nobody loved me, my chemistry score was awful, I had no future and what difference would it make to the world if I was not there. I bought the copper sulphate for two rupees-probably the cheapest exit strategy in the world.
I didn't do it for two reasons. One, I had a casual chat with the aunty next door about copper sulphate, and my knowledgeable aunty knew about a woman who had died that way. She said it was the most painful death possible, all your veins burst and you suffer for hours. This tale made my insides shudder. Second, on the day I was to do it, I noticed a street dog outside my house being teased by the neighborhood kids as he hunted for scraps of food. Nobody loved him. It would make no difference to the world if the dog wasn't there. And I was pretty sure that its chemistry score would be awful. Yet, the dog wasn't trotting off to the kirana store. He was only interested in figuring out a strategy for his next meal. And when he was full, he merely curled up in a corner with one eye open, clearly content and not giving a damn about the world. If he wasn't planning to die anytime soon what the hell was I ranting about? I threw the copper sulphate in the bin. It was the best two bucks I ever wasted.
So why did I tell you this story? Because sometimes the pressure gets too much; like it did for the IITian who couldn't take it no more. On the day he took that dreadful decision, his family and friends were shattered, and India lost a wonderful, bright child. And as the silly but true copper sulphate story tells you-it could happen to any of us or those around us. So please be on the lookout, if you see a distressed young soul, lend a supportive, non-judgmental ear. When I look back, I thank that aunt and that dog for unwittingly saving my life. If God wanted us to take our own life, he would have provided a power off button. He didn't, so have faith and let his plan for you unfold. Because no matter how tough life gets and how much it hurts, if street dogs don't give up, there is no reason why we, the smart species, should. Makes sense right?"
"Last week, an IITian committed suicide. People who commit suicide do it when they feel there's no future. But wait, isn't IIT the one place where a bright and shining future is a foregone conclusion? It just doesn't add up, does it? Why would a young, hardworking, bright student who has the world ahead of him do something like this? But the answer is this-in our constant reverence for the great institution (and I do believe IITs are great), we forget the dark side. And the dark side is that the IITs are afflicted by the quintessential Indian phenomenon of academic pressure, probably the highest in the world.
I can rant about the educational system and how it requires serious fixing, or I can address the immediate-try my best to prevent such suicides. For this column I have chosen the latter, and I do so with a personal story.
News of a suicide always brings back one particular childhood memory. I was 14 years old when I first seriously contemplated suicide. I had done badly in chemistry in the Class X half yearly exam. I was an IIT aspirant, and 68% was nowhere near what an IIT candidate should be getting. I don't know what had made me screw up the exam, but I did know this, I was going to kill myself. The only debate was about method.
Ironically, chemistry offered a way. I had read about copper sulphate, and that it was both cheap and poisonous. Copper sulphate was available at the kirana store. I had it all worked out. My rationale for killing myself was simple-nobody loved me, my chemistry score was awful, I had no future and what difference would it make to the world if I was not there. I bought the copper sulphate for two rupees-probably the cheapest exit strategy in the world.
I didn't do it for two reasons. One, I had a casual chat with the aunty next door about copper sulphate, and my knowledgeable aunty knew about a woman who had died that way. She said it was the most painful death possible, all your veins burst and you suffer for hours. This tale made my insides shudder. Second, on the day I was to do it, I noticed a street dog outside my house being teased by the neighborhood kids as he hunted for scraps of food. Nobody loved him. It would make no difference to the world if the dog wasn't there. And I was pretty sure that its chemistry score would be awful. Yet, the dog wasn't trotting off to the kirana store. He was only interested in figuring out a strategy for his next meal. And when he was full, he merely curled up in a corner with one eye open, clearly content and not giving a damn about the world. If he wasn't planning to die anytime soon what the hell was I ranting about? I threw the copper sulphate in the bin. It was the best two bucks I ever wasted.
So why did I tell you this story? Because sometimes the pressure gets too much; like it did for the IITian who couldn't take it no more. On the day he took that dreadful decision, his family and friends were shattered, and India lost a wonderful, bright child. And as the silly but true copper sulphate story tells you-it could happen to any of us or those around us. So please be on the lookout, if you see a distressed young soul, lend a supportive, non-judgmental ear. When I look back, I thank that aunt and that dog for unwittingly saving my life. If God wanted us to take our own life, he would have provided a power off button. He didn't, so have faith and let his plan for you unfold. Because no matter how tough life gets and how much it hurts, if street dogs don't give up, there is no reason why we, the smart species, should. Makes sense right?"
Saturday, March 15, 2008
Aawazon main aawaaz ban gayaa hun main
Kya chaha tha kya ho gaya hun main
Misaal dete , woh ishq tha
Kisi Gumnaam gazal ka sher ho gaya hun main
Kagaaz paar girtaa toh akshar banta
Daag kyu baan gaya hun main
Shayad koi tasveer hain jo adhuri hain
Usme katra baan gaya hun main
Tasveer banai toh chitera
Gazal likhi toh shayar ho gaya hun main
Khiladi, siyasi, mosiqi
Kitne naamon main baat gaya hun main
Kuch kho gaya sa
Kuch bach gaya hun main
Shahher ke purane khandar si
Ek yaad ho gaya hun main
Kya chaha tha kya ho gaya hun main
Misaal dete , woh ishq tha
Kisi Gumnaam gazal ka sher ho gaya hun main
Kagaaz paar girtaa toh akshar banta
Daag kyu baan gaya hun main
Shayad koi tasveer hain jo adhuri hain
Usme katra baan gaya hun main
Tasveer banai toh chitera
Gazal likhi toh shayar ho gaya hun main
Khiladi, siyasi, mosiqi
Kitne naamon main baat gaya hun main
Kuch kho gaya sa
Kuch bach gaya hun main
Shahher ke purane khandar si
Ek yaad ho gaya hun main
Saturday, March 01, 2008
सही-ग़लत मे फासले इतने भी न थे
हम थे तन्हा पर इतने भी न थे
इशारा करके छुपाना तुम्हारी पुरानी आदत हैं
पहचान गए इतने बुद्दू हम भी न थे
मैं डरता हूँ बात बात पर इकरार से
आख़िर पत्थर दिल हम भी न थे
वक्त पत्थर को मिट्टी बना देता हैं
हम तो 'कायल' थे, पत्थर न थे
' इश्क मैं इतने घायल 'कायल' हुए
आंसू दिल पर गिरता तेज़ाब हुए'
प्यार का हुनर आता नही कीताबों से
फीर इस हुनर को सीखे कैसे
मोहब्बत होती हैं सिर्फ़ दिलजले आशीक के पास
इन रोशनियों मैं उसे ढूँढे कैसे
तुम कहती हो दिन-रात मैं रिश्ता हो नही सकता
अब तुम ही बताओ सेहर को भूले कैसे
तुम कहती हो सोचने के लिए वक्त चाहिये
तो मुस्कुँरा दीये हम
अब तुम ही बताओ मोहब्बत मैं समझौता करे कैसे !
"इतना इजहार भी अच्छा नही प्यार का की हर वादा झूठा लगने लगे ..."
फीर इस हुनर को सीखे कैसे
मोहब्बत होती हैं सिर्फ़ दिलजले आशीक के पास
इन रोशनियों मैं उसे ढूँढे कैसे
तुम कहती हो दिन-रात मैं रिश्ता हो नही सकता
अब तुम ही बताओ सेहर को भूले कैसे
तुम कहती हो सोचने के लिए वक्त चाहिये
तो मुस्कुँरा दीये हम
अब तुम ही बताओ मोहब्बत मैं समझौता करे कैसे !
"इतना इजहार भी अच्छा नही प्यार का की हर वादा झूठा लगने लगे ..."
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
"Like the rain pouring out there
like the breeze touching me here,
she came into my life,
like sunshine everywhere
Its started from a chat
waiting for the moments we met,
it has been scores of discussion
in a random fashion
Epitome of logic, hardwork, discussion,
Are the words narratted in her estimation,
and she has been an inspiration,
her friendship a possesion
At times she sounds like a child
sometimes like a lady,
changes her mood like a river
yet sweet in every melody
May be silver or gold ,
things fade when they grew old,
meanings are their only soul,
when things grew old
You give meanings to many things in life,
Talking with u is shear delight,
creative, innovative, young as you are,
be the way you are."
like the breeze touching me here,
she came into my life,
like sunshine everywhere
Its started from a chat
waiting for the moments we met,
it has been scores of discussion
in a random fashion
Epitome of logic, hardwork, discussion,
Are the words narratted in her estimation,
and she has been an inspiration,
her friendship a possesion
At times she sounds like a child
sometimes like a lady,
changes her mood like a river
yet sweet in every melody
May be silver or gold ,
things fade when they grew old,
meanings are their only soul,
when things grew old
You give meanings to many things in life,
Talking with u is shear delight,
creative, innovative, young as you are,
be the way you are."
hasi waqt yaad dilata hain koi
naam tera jab gun-gunata hain koi
jo lamhe guzare the saath-saath
waqt bulata hain wahi......
teri meethi awaaz main ek baat
woh thandi hawa sa ehsaas
aaj bhi yaad dilata hain koi
waqt bulata hain wahi
har aada main ek ada hoti hain
mohabbat jab jawa hoti hain
jaise love story sunata ho koi
waqt bulata hain wahi
jiski khusboo se bagh mehkte hain
jis paar bhaware machalte hain
uske dil ko dhakata hain koi
waqt bulata hain wahi
uske khilaf kya kahe
jisme itni aaj hain
aaftab main bhi bhala
daag dikha paya hain koi?
"zindagi main waqt ki kami toh na thi
paar do char palo main hi zindagi kati"
naam tera jab gun-gunata hain koi
jo lamhe guzare the saath-saath
waqt bulata hain wahi......
teri meethi awaaz main ek baat
woh thandi hawa sa ehsaas
aaj bhi yaad dilata hain koi
waqt bulata hain wahi
har aada main ek ada hoti hain
mohabbat jab jawa hoti hain
jaise love story sunata ho koi
waqt bulata hain wahi
jiski khusboo se bagh mehkte hain
jis paar bhaware machalte hain
uske dil ko dhakata hain koi
waqt bulata hain wahi
uske khilaf kya kahe
jisme itni aaj hain
aaftab main bhi bhala
daag dikha paya hain koi?
"zindagi main waqt ki kami toh na thi
paar do char palo main hi zindagi kati"
Thursday, September 21, 2006
YAADEIN
"koi rahe na rahe, kya fark padta hai?
akele waqt bitana accha lagta hai....
sabke pass hoti hain kuch yaadein,
iss jaha main kaha koi tanah hota hai..........
kuch hare patte jhade, kya fark padta hai?
milkar bichdna accha lagta hai.................
judaa hokar bhi kahan koi ,
yaadon se judaa hota hai................
jeetein haare, kya fark padta hai?
sirf baazi lagana accha lagta hai....
kat gayi saari raat tumhe yaad karte...
khatam kaha yaadon ka silsila hota hai......
chahe naa chahe humme, kya fark padta hai?
ajnabiyon se baatein karna accha lagta hai......
har anjaan de jata hain kuch yaadein.............
yaadon main koi gair kaha hota hai.................
zindagi rahe na rahe, kya fark padta hain?
yaadon main khoye rehna accha lagta hain....
tum chahete ho ki mujhe yaad bhi na aao
kaha koi aisa bewafa hota hain............."
"koi rahe na rahe, kya fark padta hai?
akele waqt bitana accha lagta hai....
sabke pass hoti hain kuch yaadein,
iss jaha main kaha koi tanah hota hai..........
kuch hare patte jhade, kya fark padta hai?
milkar bichdna accha lagta hai.................
judaa hokar bhi kahan koi ,
yaadon se judaa hota hai................
jeetein haare, kya fark padta hai?
sirf baazi lagana accha lagta hai....
kat gayi saari raat tumhe yaad karte...
khatam kaha yaadon ka silsila hota hai......
chahe naa chahe humme, kya fark padta hai?
ajnabiyon se baatein karna accha lagta hai......
har anjaan de jata hain kuch yaadein.............
yaadon main koi gair kaha hota hai.................
zindagi rahe na rahe, kya fark padta hain?
yaadon main khoye rehna accha lagta hain....
tum chahete ho ki mujhe yaad bhi na aao
kaha koi aisa bewafa hota hain............."
Sunday, September 17, 2006
panne khali hain
isliye nahi ki alfaaz nahi hain....
issliye nahi ki tumme koi baat nahi hain
issliye nahi ki hum paas nahi hain
panne khali hain toh issliye
kyunki alfaaz toh magar unme woh kashish nahi hain
kyunki aisi koi baat hi nahi jo tumme nahi hain
hum door toh hain paar doori ka ehsaas nahi hain
dosti kuch-se aisi bhi hui
najhdikiyon main bhi doori rahi
main dhoondhta raha humdard
mulakat hamesha dard se hui
woh khuda bhi pathar ki murti main bas gaya hain
yeh zamana hi kuch aisa hain
aise hi zamane main
mulakat uss dewani se hui
woh deewani hain issliye nahi
issliye nahi ki khushi baat-ti hain
issliye nahi ki woh sach janti hain
issliye nahi ki aaj bhi woh maaf karna jaanti hain
woh deewani hain issliye
kyunki paraye gham main aansu bahati hain
kyunki sabko dil se apna manti hain
kyunki maaf karke bhi dil saaf rakhna janti hain
na chahe dil kabhi
toh na mila karo
paar jab bhi milla karo
"alvida" na kaha karo
isliye nahi ki alfaaz nahi hain....
issliye nahi ki tumme koi baat nahi hain
issliye nahi ki hum paas nahi hain
panne khali hain toh issliye
kyunki alfaaz toh magar unme woh kashish nahi hain
kyunki aisi koi baat hi nahi jo tumme nahi hain
hum door toh hain paar doori ka ehsaas nahi hain
dosti kuch-se aisi bhi hui
najhdikiyon main bhi doori rahi
main dhoondhta raha humdard
mulakat hamesha dard se hui
woh khuda bhi pathar ki murti main bas gaya hain
yeh zamana hi kuch aisa hain
aise hi zamane main
mulakat uss dewani se hui
woh deewani hain issliye nahi
issliye nahi ki khushi baat-ti hain
issliye nahi ki woh sach janti hain
issliye nahi ki aaj bhi woh maaf karna jaanti hain
woh deewani hain issliye
kyunki paraye gham main aansu bahati hain
kyunki sabko dil se apna manti hain
kyunki maaf karke bhi dil saaf rakhna janti hain
na chahe dil kabhi
toh na mila karo
paar jab bhi milla karo
"alvida" na kaha karo
Tuesday, June 06, 2006
ASHKH
socha tha rounga naa kabhi
naa kabhi ashkh bahaunga
hasta rahunga sada
inse daman bachauna
tabhi milli ik rooti maa
jiska ladka abhi chal basa tha
naa aasra tha uska koi
jaane uski kismaat main kya likha tha
maine socha pass jaunga
haskar hosla badhaunga
ban jauna uska sahara
na ek ashkh bahaunga
paar milte hi usse
jo socha tha jane kaha gum ho gaya
ankhon main bhar aaye achanak
aur unkaha bayaan ho gaya...
samjha nahi paayi jinhe kitabe
lab bhi sill se jaate hain..
do boond behti hain aanknon se
jazbaaton ke samandar khul jaate hain
haste toh hain sabke liye hum
paar roo kitno ke liye paate hain
yeh toh ashkh hi hain jo
riston ko mayne de jaate hain
ashkh behkar aankhon se
dil paar nishan chod jaate hain...
bhehte toh hain gham main
paar mohabbat ke sailaab laate hain...
khushiyon ko bana dete hain yaadein
gummon ko bhulla jaate hain....
yeh ashkh bhi ajeeb hain.....
zindagi ka aks dikha jaate hain..
socha tha rounga naa kabhi
naa kabhi ashkh bahaunga
hasta rahunga sada
inse daman bachauna
tabhi milli ik rooti maa
jiska ladka abhi chal basa tha
naa aasra tha uska koi
jaane uski kismaat main kya likha tha
maine socha pass jaunga
haskar hosla badhaunga
ban jauna uska sahara
na ek ashkh bahaunga
paar milte hi usse
jo socha tha jane kaha gum ho gaya
ankhon main bhar aaye achanak
aur unkaha bayaan ho gaya...
samjha nahi paayi jinhe kitabe
lab bhi sill se jaate hain..
do boond behti hain aanknon se
jazbaaton ke samandar khul jaate hain
haste toh hain sabke liye hum
paar roo kitno ke liye paate hain
yeh toh ashkh hi hain jo
riston ko mayne de jaate hain
ashkh behkar aankhon se
dil paar nishan chod jaate hain...
bhehte toh hain gham main
paar mohabbat ke sailaab laate hain...
khushiyon ko bana dete hain yaadein
gummon ko bhulla jaate hain....
yeh ashkh bhi ajeeb hain.....
zindagi ka aks dikha jaate hain..
Thursday, June 01, 2006
Footpath paar baithe bacchon se pyar kaun karta hain…..
Zindagi main hain dard, aetbaar kaun karta hain….
Woh bhi hain insaan ki hi paedaish ……..
Jante hain sab, aetbaar kaun karta hain…….
Marta hain toh akhbaar ki line…
Paida hota hain toh ek arab main ek naam hota hain
Aam insaan ka mool kya hota hain……
Woh rashan card par sirf naam hota hain
Pachas pratishat aarakshan, chalta hain
Naa bijali naa paani, chalta hain
Zinda hain hum kafi hain
Zindagi ho naa jeene ke layak, chalta hain
Maut hain khuli zindagi gumnaam hain
Sabke pass maujood maut ke saman hain……
Dhoondhta rehta hain har shaksh zindagi ko
Koi toh batao mere bhai, swaraj kaha hain…
Zindagi main hain dard, aetbaar kaun karta hain….
Woh bhi hain insaan ki hi paedaish ……..
Jante hain sab, aetbaar kaun karta hain…….
Marta hain toh akhbaar ki line…
Paida hota hain toh ek arab main ek naam hota hain
Aam insaan ka mool kya hota hain……
Woh rashan card par sirf naam hota hain
Pachas pratishat aarakshan, chalta hain
Naa bijali naa paani, chalta hain
Zinda hain hum kafi hain
Zindagi ho naa jeene ke layak, chalta hain
Maut hain khuli zindagi gumnaam hain
Sabke pass maujood maut ke saman hain……
Dhoondhta rehta hain har shaksh zindagi ko
Koi toh batao mere bhai, swaraj kaha hain…
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