Flight of joy...

Freedoms....Freedoms....

One doesn't get it by asking.....

Freedoms....Freedoms....
One who snatches it, lives....

There are no prisons which can stop rays of the dawn....
There are no eyes which can stop thoughts....
Just waiting for the wings to open and birds are going to take flight of joy....
in the sky....in the sky....in the sky....

Is it the end of the story or a new beginning is in store ????

Is it the new dawn or the night is going to fall ????

Is the coming time going to shelter us ????
Or are we going to find crossroads again ????

Is it the end of the story or a new beginning is in store ????
Is it the new dawn or the night is going to fall ????

Don't have an idea....
Don't have a clue....

Character Less

Heard nowadays
She rhymes songs
And laugh too much ....

Heard
Just to catch butterflies
she run outside
Barefoot only ...

Heard
Now she crosses the threshold
Without any hesitation ...

Heard
She started ,
taking her own decisions

Heard
She is no more a doll
And not in control to her facilitators
Like a puppet

So much is heard
Guess she has become ....
'Character Less'

She bear it like
Molten glass in the ears
And she just smiles....

In this color changing world
No matter if you are  'Characters Laced'
Or
Characterless ....
She have to just listen ....

खूब जिए हैं ज़िन्दगी हम

राह  पर  चलते  हैं  सर  उठाये 

जूनून  है  हमपर  मंजिल  तक  पहुचने  की 

सबब  क्या  है  इस  रवैये  में 

नहीं  जाना, न  कोशिश  थी  कभी  जानने  की 

दोस्तों  में  रहे  ग़म  छुपाये 

किसीने  ज़ेहेमत  न  ली  मेरी  खबर  पूछने  की 

साथ  ढूँढ़ते रहे  सन्नाटे  में 

राह  न  मिली  जो  थी  महफ़िल  तक  जाने  की 

खुदा  पे  भरोसा  था  हमको 

मगर  कभी  न  उस  से  फरियाद  की 

खूब  जिए  हैं  ज़िन्दगी  हम ?