Sirf tum.....!!!!!!!!!

Kuch aur shabd...hain aaj ke shaam,
kuch aur pal...hain aapke naam,
fir dekh raha....tumhare sandesh ki rah,
fir tumse milne ki...ek aur chah,
fir sun na hai tumhaare awaaj ka azaan,
fir dekhna hai voh pyaara muskaan,
fir lag raha yeh shaam kuch summ,
fir yaaad aai ..firse tum........ !!!
-Anurag

KHAMOSH

facebook.comKhamosh hai yeh din,
khamosh hai yeh raat,
khamosh hai yeh labs,
khamoshi ki hai baat,
khamosh hai yeh dil,
khamosh hai yeh sama,
khamosh hai yeh mann,
khamosh hai yeh jahan,
khamoshi se judi hai,
aati hui har shaam,
har aati hui subah hai,
khamoshi ke naam,
jhakjhorti hai yeh khamoshi mujhe,
udaati hui mere hosh,
yeh khamoshi sab kuch hai kehti,
par rehti hai khamosh............!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

----Anurag

SHAMSHAAN....

Manzil to teri thi yahin,
bas zindgi gujar gayi aate aate,
kya mila is duniya se tujhe,
Apno ne hi jala diya jate jate ...

Roye nahi ek boond aasu ke,
sajaa kar rakh di teri tasveer,
tu rota raha kismat ko lekar,
aakhir yahin bani teri taqdeer...

kama lo chahe shaan-o-shaukat,
yahan bane hain sab fakir,
pyaar ki kimat de jaate yahan,
chahe ho raanjha ya fir heer...

aana toh padta hai yahin par,
kama lo chahe jitni shaurat,
khaak me mil jaate ho tum,
aur saath hi tumhaari har daulat...

Samajh lo duniya me ab tum,
ek ho musafir aur mehmaan,
laut aana hai apne hi ghar me,
door nahi hai voh SHAMSHAAN.......!!!
----ANURAG

A Probable love......

In search of love,
I opened my eyes,
Life seemed tossing,
An unbiased dice...

Each time turning,
and facing the blues,
adding the digits,
to different values...

Playing the game,
Of body and mind,
trying the best,
for two hearts to bind...

Given an option,
If at all to choose,
Rather than to win,
Its better to lose...

Coz soon the hearts,
shows you a closed door,
to get an null output,
the probability is more...

---Anurag.

DO NOT PLAY

I want to tell u friends,
about a boy,
thruout his life,
he had a small toy...

He never played with it,
when he was very young,
at tat age he cried,
at tat age he sung...

He grew a lil older,
and understood how to play,
He started then playing,
in his self-own way...

He gave it to some1,
in return he got it back,
Bt was sad to see on it,
a small but deep crack...

He shared it once again,
bt this tym with some wishes,
Again he got it back,
bt ths tym in some pieces...

On it the world was rude,
on it the world was cunning,
He wondered on the toy,
Coz still it kept running...

Thru out the boy's life,
its working didnt end,
The toy later became,
the boys best friend...

The toy u knw,
wasnt a car or a cart,
Yes,ur'll guessed it right,
it was just his "HEART".

---Anurag.

A POTTED FLOWER....

Got up in the morning,
With some thot,
I saw some flowers,
In my earthen pot...

Sat near them,
To have a glance,
I saw them smiling,
I saw them dance...

One of them raised,
To look at me,
So beautifully made,
So pink was she...

She was so divine,
as peaceful as a dove,
Her fragrance reminded me,
of my own love...

After sm tym,
she gave me a smile,
I couldnt forget her,
even for a while...

I asked her "How are u happy,
even in a pot?"
She said " This is whr am born,
and here i am bought"...

She meant hapiness is,
a big thing to sound,
its just in you,
and just around...

To reach the happy moments,
she showed me a way,
Yes, a potted flower,
Today made up my day...
----ANURAG.

A TRUE INDIAN

After the morning prayers,
I perhaps heard a beep,
Looking straight on the road,
I saw a military jeep...

Out came some men,
Dressed in white and blue,
Not single,not in pair,
They were in a crew...

Their face looked heavy,
Their body looked slack,
Out they pulled a box,
With a flag at its back...

I heard some people cry,
I saw tears being shed,
Was broken to hear the news,
Of the warrior being dead...

Stood I in attention,
As they gave him tribute,
A drop rolled down my cheeks,
My hand raised to salute...

He was someones friend,
A father as well as son,
Proud to say,he was,
A "TRUE INDIAN"...
-----Anurag.