Kch khaas..

Ek ar naya din,suraj ki nai chamak k saath.
Beet gye purane lamhe,beet gyi wo akhiri raat.
Ateet ho gyi saari yaadein,
Sath mere bas meri saans
Thi unme kch baat alag si.
Hota  kami ka ab ehsaas.

Waqt ko har pal kos raha hu,
Baithe baithe soch raha hu.
Shanti paane k baad bhu,
Na jaane kise khoj raha hu.
Yuhi nai yaad aati unki,
Tha unme kch to khaas.
Saath nai jo ab wo mere,
Hota kami ka ab ehsaas.

Gujra samay jo itni tez,
Ab deko na hota paar.
Bore hogaya baithe baithe,
Saat baithe hai bandar chaar .
Mulakat ho phir se kahi,
Bs itni choti hai aas.
Thi unme kch baat alag si,
Hota kami ka ab ehsaas.....

Willow still queit.

7 innings went off, I still stand below,

White columns of my scorecard have nothing to show.

Nightmares that frustrates me compelling me to retreat,

Extinct I feel, struggling for my willow to speak.

The grains off my bat still lay untouched,

Their cracks I believe I have taken so much.

The colour of my blade still remains neat,

Extinct I feel, struggling for my willow to speak.

Each time I take my guard, hoping for a new innings to start.

No matter how hard I push, as always it retards.

The light of my ambition fluttering somewhere deep

Extinct I feel, struggling for my willow to speak.

I'll try and try to the fullest I can,

Stubborn by nature as I am.

Rolling in the dust today, but I'll reach the peak.

Extinct I feel, struggling for my willow to speak.

At present, I might be doing mistakes in blunder,

But the time is not far when my blade shatters thunder.

All my expectations I'll meet,

The time is near my willow will speak.....

2500 weekends only..

Life is a validity card with ample of desires,

The only one who sits above knows when it expires.

Suppose only 50 years of life is destined for

You, 

2500 weekends is what is left with you.

Fluttering of the sparks, reason still undefined,

Secrets of life are very hard to find.

Let's wake up rejuvenated with each sun new,

2500 weekends is what is left with you.

Disappointment is the grandmother,

Frustration follows as her sister another.

Escape from them without leaving a clue,

2500 weekends is what is left with you.

Let not failure you deep,

Don't let it make u an odd black sheep.

Uniqueness and usefulness all starts with U(you),

2500 weekends is what is left with you...