Chaaha tha jishe..

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Chaha tha jise wo mila hi nhi,

lakh koshish ki lekin ye fasla mitta hi nhi,

Khuda se jholi fela ke manga tha use,

Khuda ne meri kisi dua ko suna hi nhi,

Hr ek se pucha uske milne ka sbb,

Sbhi ne btya wo tere liye bna hi nhi,

Kitni shiddhat se chaha tha or wo kisi or ka ho gaya,

shayad is jahaa me wafaa ka kuch silaa hi nhi,

mere hum nashin mere hum nawaa,

ye duaa hai koi gilaa nhi.

use uski zindgi me wo sukoon mile jo mujhe kabi mila hi nhi.






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Dev Dil se. . . .


This poem is really very close to my heart..
Jab jab maine ese pada hai..
Har baar esne meri yaado ko jagaya hai..
Hum cheezo ko aksar bhulane ki kosish karte rahte hai..
Lekin cheeze aksar kisi shayari,gazal,geet,kisso kahaniyo ya kuch yu hi be-matalab ki baato ke bahaane hume yaad aati rahti hai..
Or bus yahi ehsaash dilaati hai..
Ki humse door jamana na jaane kaha rah gaya..
Or main apne dard k sang jaha tanha tha,
Bus Aaj bhi wahi rah gaya..




Khair m really sorry.
Main jo emotinal baate kar k aapko bore kar raha hu.



Any way..
Kaisa laga ye poem?

Yaar comment to kar do..

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha :-) :-D




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Yaadein. ...

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"...beete buchpan ki yaade, school colledge ki baate, dosto ka ladna-jhagadna..
Acchi-buri yaade..
Ye subhi baate hum subko ko yaad aati hai...
Aaj hum sub bade ho gaye..
Paise kamaane ki chaah ne..
Sapno ko pura karne ki betaabi ne..
Duriyo ne, majburiyo ne hume kaafi badal diya..
Lekin khud ko asali ehsaash tab hota hai..
Jab hum akele me,
Kabi bheed me rahkar b..
Apne buchpan ko yaad karte hai..
Un yaado ki..
Un palo ki chaahat hume khalipan me le aati hai..

Tab waakai ye pata chalta hai,
Ki hum nahi...
Humare aas paas ka samay badal gaya hai,
Log badal gaye hai,
Cheeze badal gayi hai,
Dil to aaj b wahi thahra hai..
Jaha dosto ki bheed hoti thi,
Jaha school lunch time me haste-jhagadte the,
Jaha galiyo me khelte the...
Khair...
Aapki tarah maine b apne buchpan ko bahut yaad kiya..
Lekin yaado k alawa..
Aapke paas..
Or mere paas kuch b nahi rahta..
Or tab ye duniya..
Ye sapne..
Ye paise..
Sub be-matlab ki lagti hai...







"Phir se bhule-bishare...
Beete lamho ke...
Bikhare yaado se bhare..
Maine kuch panne khole hai,
Kuch baate.....
Kuch mushkurahat.....
Kuch aanshu.....
Kuch sharaarat....
Haste,rote,jhagadte chehare....
Kuch pal....
Kuch ahshaashe...
Wo din....wo raate...
Wo pyaari-pyaari mulaqate...
Ghanto hoti, na jaane kitani baate...
Bahut yaad aate hai...
Dil ka...
Na jaane kaun sa kona...
Ek meetha dard se bhar gaya.,
Un lamho k ehsaaso se..
Jo mujhe tanha kar gaya."








* my frnds n readers...
Ye poem maine 3 bade-bade parts me likhe hai..
Jinme se ek part i hope apko pasand aya ho !





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Khud se meri baat. . . . .

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Kuch mahine pahle ki baat hai, roz ki tarah us raat b main ghar k chat par chaand ko dekhane gaya tha..,
Mujhe chaand ko baadalo k beach tairate dekhna kafi pasand hai..
Aisa lagta tha jaise wo mujhse hash hash k baat karti hai,
Phir baadalo me chup jati..
Aisa ghanto tak hota rahta tha or us chaand k bahaane,
Main na jaane kin khyaalo me kho jaya karta tha.
Lekin wo raat kuch alag thi,
Na jane kyu dil khush nahi tha..
Or main wapas kamre me chala gaya..
Or diary likhne laga..
Kyu ki main or akelepan ko nahi sah sakta tha..




"kal raat ki baat hai,
Adhure chaand ki chandani raat me,
Thand hawaaye bah rahi thi..
Or main khyalo me soya hua sa..
Tabhi ek jani pehchani si,
Yaado ki khusbu mere kareeb se guzar gayi..
Maine apni nazare chat se door tak daudaai..
Lekin...
Gharo k chamaktiyo khidkiyo k alawa..
Andhere me kuch nazar na aayi..
Ab to dil bhi nahi karta..
Us chaand ko dekhne ka,
Jo khud hi baadlo k piche..
Mujh se chip raha hai.
Tabhi maine apni nazare jhukaai,
Chaand ki roshani par meri parchaai..
Or usi k piche piche..
Maine apne kadam badhaye..
Main apne kamare me pahuncha..
Andhere me baitha..
Khud ko samjhata raha..
Zindagi me ye sub to,
Aata jata raha..
Kabhi hotho ko hanshi,
To kabhi palko ko aashu bhata raha..
Khair...
Ye to such hai..
Or waise bhi..
Zindagi me to ye sub hona hi hai.
Kuch pa kar kuch khona hi hai."




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Wrinkles on my bedsheet & pillow. . . .

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Hi frnds. . .
Before smdays..
I was just dreaming..
(coz smtme i've notng to do..he he he he)
My mood was really vry romantic.
I was dreaming that..
I have a swt galfrnd..
Who is really vry innocent,lovng,carng..
N smtime confusng..
Coz her parent,frnds against our relationshp..
But now she is unhappy..
N cryng..
Coz last night she sleep with me..
Now she worryng coz
She can get pregnant..
And she cryng coz she thnk i can leave her like other boys do.
And As her parent n frnd used to say..
She cryng ..
So that time what i do to make her happy.
I just go to close her n say
..in my poem.



"wrinkle on my badsheet & pillow..
Tell me a story,
What happnd last night between us..
Baby dnt feel sorry,

I still love you so much &
I want you to marry,
You are my sweetest angel..
Like in a tale of fairy.

Baby dnt cry like this..
Me too feel lot's of pain.
Trust on me n gve me a chance..
To taste & wipe your tear's rain,

Dear i still hold your hand..
Never make you alone in whole life..
May be world gone against us..
But i always accept you as my swt wife.
...


Frnds..
I hope you like my ths romantic poem..
But i want to say smthng to u..
Specially to boys.
Plz dont cheat with gals.
Dont play with their emotions.
Coz they r the one.
Whome god send them to us.
Respect the gals.




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Beautifull and sexy . . . . .

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Sm one ask me :

What is different between beutifull and sexy??

I rply :
Indian bollywood actress aishwarya rai bucchan is beautifull..bt nt sexy.

And hollywood singer rihanna is sexy bt not beautifull.

He he he he he he

Is it true na?? :-)




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Sweet selfish LOVE. . . . .

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Frnds a boy n gal truely love each othr..
But 1 day gal ask to boy:
Do u hve sex wit othr gal bfore?
R u virgin or nt??

Boy hold gal hand gently seeing her eyes n say:
Dear m pure virgin..
I ddnt touch ny gal..
But still waitng for ua help to break my virginty..
I love u dea.
N m only 4 u.

Gal have sm tears on her eyes bt c smile n hug tightly the boy..
N gve him a toung touchy kiss on his lips..

But frnds..
I want to tell the truth.
That boy is lier..
He is nt virgin...
He have sex wt many gals...
Bt he still love her galfrnd..
Bt y he didnt tell her truth??
Becoz dt boy really love her gal..
He knw he cnt live wtout her..
N he knw how much gal have deep feelngs toward him..
If he tell the truth so may b girl hurt lots n leave him for 4ever..
N boy dnt want gal leave him..
Becoz he truely luv gal..
Dt y after being in relation wt gal,
He leave othr gals..
He leave his all bad habits..
N be a good boy.


*frnds throug ths story i jst want to tell u that..some time love make us to do tht thngs whc v dnt want to do..
Smtime love make us selfish n lier..
Bt its doesnt mean v dnt love our partner....
THIS IS MY ORIGINAL STORY AND ARTICLE..
So please dont copy n paste it..


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My Dream. . . . .

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Sometime i think..
When i have my swt n naughty galfrnd..
Who love to disturb me..
And one day ask me:
What is love Dev??
I say:
What deep feelngs u have in ur heart for me is love...
But she say:
Huh. I dnt have ths feelngs...he he he he he.
I jst seeing her eyes n ask:
Really u dnt have??
She say:
Hmm (yes)
Then suddenly i kiss her swt lips n again ask:
Now??
She shy n smile dnt rply me..
N her swt smile on shy face tell me..
She have feelng of love for me.

But its only a dream whch i dnt knw when its cum true..
Hmmmm..



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One night with a Delhi's girl...

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Date: 16th january of 2007
Time: 01:08:29 am indian time at night.
I was chatng with a 22-24 yrs girl from delhi...name is AABHA.

She send me her original poem..
When i askd about her lover...

POEM:

Around the corner
I have a friend,
In this great city
That has no end,
Yet the days go by
And week rush on,
And before i know it
A year is gone,

And i never see my old friend face,
For life is a swift and terrible face,
He know i like him just as well,
As in the days when i rang his bell,
And he rang mine but we were younger then,
And now we are busy, tired men.
Tired of playing to name a game,
Tired of trying to make a name.

TOMORROW i say I LL CALL ON HIM,
just to show that i am thinking about him,
But tomorrow comes and goes.
But distance between us grows and grows.
Around a corner,
Yet miles away,
Here's a telegram sir
'HE DIED TODAY'
And thats is we get and deserve in the end,
Around the corner a vanished friend.


*after that day..c neva come back to talk to me..many times, every days, i try to contact her..i want to talk to her...i dnt knw why..but there is something..which make us vry close within few days...sometimes i really miss her lots. God gve her lots of happiness. Dt i want for her..:-(:-(

Myself. . . . .

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Date: 28th august of 2010.
Sayad do din pahle hi maine mocospace join kiya tha..yaha log kafi ajeeb hai..without snap walo se baat hi nahi karte..ya phir such me mujhe dosti karna nahi ata.
Khair...maine apne blog me kisi ladki ka comment dekha..kafi khush hua main ki mere blog me comment aya hai. But uske comment mujhe ye batana chahte the ki ye world,ye log kafi rude or selfish hai...ho sakta hai us ladki k baato me 70 percent dum ho..lekin baki k un 30 percent ka kya? Jo rude nahi hai. Jo selfish nahi hai..jo dusro k dard ko samajhte ho...
Agar kisi 70percent ne 30 percent walo ko hurt kiya..to eska matlab ye to nahi ki hum apne dil k darwaje band kar k baith jaye..eska matlab ye b nahi ki hum b rude se ho jaye..yar its life..or tum estarah k behave se 70 percent walo ko support kar rahe ho...jabki ye mat bhulo ki tum 30 percent me se ek ho..jo life ko samajhte hai. Khud ko khush rakhte hai. Darwaaze dil k khol k baithate hai...kyu ki khusiya or gam hamesha ati jati hai.
Phir ruth kar baithne me apna nuksaan hai...rude rahoge to tum na to pahle 70 percent walo se khud ki security kar rahe ho..na 30 percent walo ko guide kar rahe ho.
Pahle tum khud se haar rahe ho apne aap ko badal kar...:-)

Life tumhe kaise b situation de..
Kabi b khud ko..
Apne nature ko..
Mat badlo..khud ko change mat karo..
Hamesha positive thinking rakho...kyu ki estarah hi log duniya k sath khud ko or life ko jeetate hai.
Or winner bante hai.

Be strong enough to accept the challenges of life,
Dont say to god, why me ??
Instead say, TRY ME ??
Kyu ki kisi cheez k liye khud ko badalna kayarta hai...or tab kya karoge..jab kayarta par b log tumhe hurt karenge?? :-)


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My VIRGINITY...

I am goin to tell u a meaningfull communication between me n my frnd.

One day i was sketchng a nude romantic couple then my frnd come n say:
Wow ! Great art work bro.
Specially girl's boob shape..
Ha ha ha ha ha ha
(I dnt mind wt he talkng bout my art..buz i knw he is naughty n funny)

Bt i dnt rply n jst gve him smile n ask:
Hw r u?
He rply: m jst ok..bt if sm girls r hea so m happy..
Ha ha ha ha ha
Ok did u get ny galfrnd??
I rply:
No. I am still alone..
i ddnt get ny ryt gal yet..

He again laufg:
Ha ha ha ha ha..
So u still waitng for true love??
I rply: yeah...

He say: my bro. Nw todays world no bdy honest n loyal. Specially in relation. All r want money n sex.
So hw u find true love??
I didnt anshwer of his ques.
Becoz he talkng is ryt..
I accept it.

He change the topic n ask:
Ok..it will take long time to find n wait for true love..
So wt u do..
When u need sex??
Ha ha ha ha ha

I honestly answer him:
Doin masterbation..
N evry bdy do this.
N its normal.

He ask:
So r u saving ua virginty??

I rply: yeah. I save my virginty..
For sm1 true.

He say:
Bro..if sm1 really love u truely. So virginity in doesnt matter in love..so y u do masterbrate?
Find a gal n have sex wt her.
Have all type of fun in ths only one life..
N for whome u safe ua virginty?
Todays world 80% peaple lost thr virginty when they was 8 to 14 of age..
Vry few r virgin..bt they cnt get virgin lover..they get second hand used lover..
Ha ha ha ha ha

I am speechless.
Have nothng to say him.
Becuz he is say is really correct.
He tell me the truth of todays world.

Bt i dnt want to go against my heart.
So i ask a questn to him:
Ua mean vry few ppl r loyal n honest in ths world.
He answr: yeah.
Ok bt if smeone do good thngs for u like a persn return ua money..
Whch u lost mistakly..
So wt will u do?
Wt ua react toward tht prsn wh return ua lost money.
He answr me:
Frst i am happy to get my lost money.
Then i ll gve sme money as a gift..
Becuz he shw his honesty.
He is still honest in ths corruptd world...

I say:
Same thnkng i have..
In ths corruptd world..
Whr ppl do love only for sex..
Bt if sm1 really love me..n gve me respect n undrstnd me.
Show me her honesty in relation..
So i dnt gve her money as gift..
I gift myself to her.
I gift my virgin body to her..
Becuz c deserve me.
I knw virginty is doesnt mattr.
In love.
Bt its doesnt mean u doin sex wt evry1..

* frnds i jst wantd to say dt..dnt have sex bfor marriege.
I dnt like ths...

Meri basti me...or meri shaayariya.

Pata nahi...
Kabhi kabhi mujhe kya ho jata hai...
Roz ki tarah main aaj bhi blog ke liye ek mashoor shayar k gazal type kar raha tha...
Wo gazal itni pasand aai..
Ki main b taarifo me shaayari karne lag gaya..
Had to tab ho gayi..
Jab normal si baat b shaayrana andaaz me na jane kaha se dilo dimaag me aane lage.,.

Khair...
Wahi gazal or meri anjaani shaayari yaha b post kar deta hu...
Shayad aapko b pasand aaye..





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"Meer" ko koi kya pehchaane meri basti me...
Sub shaair hai jaane-maane meri basti me,

Aam hue jiske afsaane meri basti me...
Wo main hi hoon, koi na jaane meri basti me,

Rut kya aaye phool khilaane meri basti me...
Hai kashaane-hi-kashaane meri basti me,

Ghul-mil jaane ka kaail har koi hai lekin...
Hai aapas me anjaane meri basti me,

Meri gazalo ke sheidaai ghar-ghar hai lekin...
Kaun hoon me, ye koi na jaane meri basti me,





"...wah ! Wah !!
Aehate raam eslaam sahab ka likha ye gayal kaabil-e-taarif hai...


Mauj ki ek alag khusbu jo daudi thi mujhme...
Wo kahi na kahi chipi thi tujhme,

. . .wow, ek or shaayari bana di humne..
Janaab yahi hota hai har haal me..
Jab dil khush ho kisi ke khyaal me..


Had ho gayi...
Hum apni dil ki baat ya type karna chahte hai...
Uspar b kambakhat hum shaayari banaate hai...



Bus es par or kuch nahi type karunga...
Warna main shaayar paagal ho kar marunga.


Arey ab to bus karo..
Ye shaayari jara kam karo. Huh !!


By the way i love this shaayari...
That why i note down it in my diary...




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What is LIFE ??

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Some body ask to me....
What is life??
Is it truth or dream??



I reply:
. . . . . . Life is real and truth. But its consist of many dreams and aims,

Some people Dream to be doctor,singer..
Dream to find true love n friend...

Some people have aim to make lots of money..
Buying property and cars etc.

But to get our aims and dreams..
What we do in our life is big truth.

Life is truth..
But for me life is dream..
If you dreaming with your open eye..
Live in today practicle world..
Do hardwork...
So your dream come true..

But if you dreaming with close eye..
So its your mistake...

Life is life..
Its depend on us..
What we make our life.


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Kami humare system ki...

Ek baar..
kuch times k liye maine as a supervisor..
ek contracter k yaha job kiya tha..
Waha mera kaam..
karib 70 workers k kaam par nazar rakhna tha..
Jinme karib 30 aartist the..
baki dehaadi par kaam karne wale majdur..
jo U.P or BIHAR k gaon se aaye the apne parivar k sath..
Kafi badi building ban rahi thi..
Jisme museum,mall,theater,art gallery b banaya jana tha...

Main apne kaam ko kafi enjoy karta tha..
Lekin bahut bura lagta hai jab aap dil dukhane wali cheezo ko apni aakho se dekhate ho..

Waha banati building ko dekhane kafi bade ghar k amir log
or unke educated bucche aate the..

Wahi dusri taraf..
Ek majdur cycle me apni biwi
or 4-5 saal k bucche ko lekar kaam par aate hai..

Waha amiro k bucche,
air conditiner car me apne mom dad ka wait karte hai..
jo building ka jayzaa (check karne) lene gaye hai.

Wahi garib k bucche kadak dhoop me mittiyo me khel rahe hai..
Or Ro ro kar intizar karte hai ki kab maa baap kaam se lautenge..

Waha construction me madam k pair me moch aa gayi..
Kyu ki high heel pahan kar patharo k beach se nikal rahi hai thi..
Ab pura staff tarah tarah ki dawaiya lekar unke aage piche bhaag raha hai..

Udhar ek majdur 3rd floor se niche gir gaya..
coz safty belt nahi thi or hath tut gaya..
Lekin use pahle dawai nahi contracter ki daat milti hai...

Kafi differences
hai..
humare society me..
jo mujhe sochne par majbur karti hai..
Ki aisa kyu??

Lekin esme galti na amiro ki hai,
na garibo ki,
na contracter ki hai,
na logo ki..
Sub system ki kami hai...
Jiski ab pure desh ko aadat ho gayi hai..

DIL.....jo mujhse toda na gaya.

Kafi din pahle mere ek frnd ne mujhe call kiya
or mujhse ek shayari jaldi se bhejne ko kaha..
Usne mujhse LOVE par behad practicle..
or original shayari likhne ko kaha..
Maine pucha..
Bhai pyaar par practicle shayari kyu chahte ho?
Kyu mujhse itna mehnat karwa rahe ho??
...Usne kaha uski girlfriend ne usse pyaar ka matlab pucha hai..
Or wo practicle shayari se show karna chahta hai,
ki pyaar reality me hai kya??
Mujhe uski ye baat palle nahi padi..

Khair.....
ab ek dosti k naate mujhe uski girlfrnd ka dil apne practicle shayari se todna pada...
Maine use apna original and practicle shayari bheja...


"mohabbat ki kisso ki kitaab hai duniyaa...
Kuch ne banaaye tajmahal, to kuch be-taj hai duniya,
Phir bhi padi or padhai jaa rahi hai ishk ki kitaabe....
Na jaane en kitaabo me kitni abaad or barbaad hai duniya."



...baad me mere frnd ne wapas call kiya or bola..

Bhai kya kar rahe ho tum apni shayari se?

usko to teri shayari bhi badi pasand aayi..
Wo to Kahti hai kaafi such or practicle baat kah di shayari se..
I love this shayari.
Main ye sun kar kafi hasaa or kaha..
Bhai succhi kah raha hu...
maine to puri imaandari se..
dil dukhane wali shayari likhi thi..
Lekin kahte hai na..


"Jab judna hi likha hai rishta tera usse..
To hum todne wale kaun hote hai??. . . . . . . . . . . .

Hala ki uski galfrnd ko aaj tak nahi malum
ki wo shayari meri likhi hui thi,
Na ki mere frnd ki....