udne ki chhah mein,
har roz hi girna,
fir uthna,sambhalna,
aur aage badhna.
toote pankhon ka faila yahan ambaar dekhkar,
mein thak gaya hoon ab khawab dekhkar.
syahi me ghulti umr sari,
goongi kitabon me simattii duniya hamari.
chhoote gaye mujhse bahut se mere apne.
hoti lambi unki,
 har roz, kataar dekhkar
mein thak gaya hoon ab khawab dekhkar.
sookhe patton si zindgi,
aur mashaalon sa dil.
uthte yahan dhunye ke roz gubaar,
bas yahi nazara,
 harbar dekhkar.
mein thak gaya hoon ab khawab dekhkar

thodha thakki,
adhjagi,adhsoyi,
idhar udhar,
kuch dhoondhti,
uljhano mein khoi.
ek raat,ek roz,
kuch yun,
mere kamre mein roi,
na keheti kuch,
na chup bhi reheti.
sugbughatein,kabhi
to kabhi siskiyan.
kuch kehene ki chhah,
par vedna ki bediyan.
kuch kabhi sochti,
fir soch se vo joojhti.
moond aankh ko,
sheesh haath mein dabochti.
pair chhati me simate,
vo nayanno se lad padi.
baandh jo toota magar,
to chandni bhi bhe gayi
namak neer ho gaya.
megh bhi bifar pada,
raat ki karuna mein vo,
toot ke baras pada.
zaar zaar vo hui,
taar taar vo hui.
aansu aansu chhan gaye,
os os ban gaye.
kuch is tarah giri nisha,
ke gir ke jo bhikhar gayi.
lalima prabhat ki  bhi,
 aur surkh ho gayi.

an endless con,
keeps on begetting
veiling the obvious,
its the lies,
you start believing.
oh, the travails of,
the heart.
all you thought,
you were,
is just an elaborate farce
in a prison were you born,
with no prospects of escape.
engrossed in the vaudeville,
you were chained to your fate.
burden of your being
you carry on your back
but you mustnt for a moment,
pause or relax.
you should keep on churning,
never skipping a beat
for the dance of destiny
depends upon this feat.

un baaton ko bhi hai,
jo ab hoti nahin hain.
un raaton ko bhi hain,
jo ab sooti nahin hain,
us chadar ko bhi hai,
jo bistar ke ek taraf ab khinchti nahin hai
har us subaha ko bhi hai,
jo ab adhuri si akele hi aajaati hai,
bas vahi,
intezaar.

in sadko ko bhi hai,
un moodon ko bhi hai,
mera tumhara,
aur hum jaise na jane kitno ka,
jo inpe yun hi phire the,
ghadi ki suiiyan,
rokk dene ko aade the.
bas vahi,
intezaar ,
bada anokha word hai ye,
samay ki dardhta,
hiridya ki vedna
aur dimag ki adheerta,
sabhi isme nihit hain.

bachhpan se jawani ka,
jawani se kamyabi ka..
bas vahi hai,
intezaar.
haan in sab ke beech,
aur bahut kuch aata hai,
jise hum bhool-chook me,
life keh dete hain,
par vo to
aate-jaate lamhe hain,
kuch jaan ke kiye,
kuch ayinve hi hue,
kisse hain,
jo kabhi to pani ban,
chahere ke kone se,
behete hain,
to kabhi colgate se brush karne ka,
acchha bahana bhi dete hain.
vo to sapne hain,
jo kabhi sote hue dekhe,
to kabhi jaagte hue toote.
life to bas vahi hai,
intezaar.

ab tumse bhi mein kya kahoon,
tum kehete ho jo dil me aye
keh do.
par dil ka mujhe ab bas,
kabhi kabhar hi ehessas hota hai,
jab kabhi kuch yaadein chott karti,
hain,
khansi ke saath milkar seene,
mein keel si chubhti hain.
haan bas tabhi ek pal ko,
dikhta hai vo,vahin
jakda hua,
chalte hue pankhe ki tarah bhikra hua,
daya bhi aati hai mujhe,
samjhata bhi hoon usse,
ki bhai bas ab,
tera time ho gaya,
bachhpan aur jawani ke saath,
ab tera bhi pack up ho gaya
ab maturity lani hai,
life me kuch surety lani hai,
uski baatein to,
kai barsson se meri samajh,
ke pare hain,
mohenjodaro aur harappa ki,
script ki tarah
uske bhi,
kayi sawaal undeciphered,
hi pade hain.
har raat vo kuch naye
sapne saat lekar sota hai.
aur har raat unhin ke tukde sanjota hai.
farmaieshein to kai hain,
uski,
khush rahene ki,
milne milane ki,
ek cup coffee ke sath fir vahi dhun gungunane ki,
aawaz bhi deta hai,
par,rationality nahin hai,
na,
logic nahin samajhta,
life ki barikiyan,
use dikhti nahin hai,
paas ki nazar kuch,
kamzor hai,shayad
par door ki bahut,
dekhta hai.
kuch alag se hi,
primitive notions hai uske,
usse raat me jagna hai,
idhar-udhar ki sochna hai,
tumko dhoondna hai,
fir,jhunjla ke,
thodha chillake,
bas yun hi,
apna time waste karna hai.
kuch adad,ghisi-pitti purani,
pics ka ek collarge,
bhi dikhata hai
usi me dekha hai,
ki,
vo hansta tha,
tumse milta tha,
bahut naive hai,
usse lagta hai,
ki tum fir,
aaoge,
vo,shaitaniya karega,
aur tum,
fir khilkhilaoge.
abhi toota to nahin hai vo,
par thak sa gya hai.
hum-tum to aage badh gaye,
par lagta hai,
vo vahin rukk sa gaya hai.
par shukr hai,
ki,
ab sirf itna hi
bas chalta hai,
uska mujh pe,
 

JUST something i came across, while studying. 
its an excerpt from the chapter on "society and culture" (ad 600-1300)
its an inscription giving account of an historical event
i feel that it is of pronounced contemporary relevance 
hence i am sharing it here.

in 1264 ad somnath witnessed close ties between a hormuzi merchant " Nuruddin Firuz" and the local landowner "Chhada" to such an extent that they were called righteous friends (Dharmabandhava). the relevant bilingual inscription records the active support of local eminent Hindus to construct a "Mijigti" or Mosque at somnath.
the spirit of synthesis is best brought out by the same record ad 1264, which invoked
ALLAH as "VISVARUPA"( of universal form), "SUNYARUPA" (formless or aniconic) and "LAKSHYALAKSHYA" (one who can be seen yet be invisible ).

that was somnath in 1264 AD !!,
how farther apart have we gone from our culture in process of defending it ?

Mr.Nameless

o mr nameless how do you do.
are you still the same person.
or have you changed too.
many o moons ago.
at the old alehouse did we meet.
i was a little timid a gawky young boy.
unsure of what to do
i looked up to you
you held your drinks
you held your dames
dealt the cards and played the game
you had the swagger
you had the charm
with a devilish grin
you had the world
swooning in your arm
are you still the same player
or have you become a naysayer
you look a bit tired
little rusted and wired
has life treated you kindly
or has it whipped you blindly.
did you not get the blue house by the lake
what about the rainbow boat
that you promised to make.
you were the one
they all desired
lauded and praised
you were the sire
with the swivel
of your favourite rye
you made quandaries
disappear in the blink of an eye
are you still the jovial host
or has the age turned you bitter, old bloke
life you said is quite easy
full of fun, sunkissed and breezy
you had it all figured
is what we thought
never imagined i will
ever find you in a spot.
what happened mr nameless
did you take a wrong turn
where are your friends
did they desert you
after all the fun
o mr nameless now i see
you are still the same
but the others
they sure did flee
you are in a mess
o it sure is true
like an injured
sparrow who forgot
it once flew
but dont give up
not just yet
let's raise the storm
the world thought was dead
so mr nameless
shake the lies off from your eyes
stand up strong
for one last fight
in this battle
i stand with you
once you taught me
now let me guide you through
for you know it
as well as i do
mr nameless
you are me
and i am you