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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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...

Nepali shaayari...

Hinda-hinda khutta dukhe ajja agadi ukaalo cha..
Hinnai parcha daai ab, kina ki mero paalo cha.





Jo khush cha aaja yaha, oui huncha bholi niraash...
Sapna chan dherei man ma ra jindagi cha ekei saansh.

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Shaayari of reality 2.......

Matlab ke liye duniya dhokhebaaz hai...
Apne liye jeeyo ye nara aaj hai.




Gareebo ke hatho ne mahalo ko banaya...
Kya kishmat thi uski jo khud na rah paya.




Bazaar hai ye duniya har cheez yaha bik jaati hai...
Wo chaadar hai daulat har cheez eshme chup jati hai.





"...again my dad write some shayari which tells the reality of this world and today's people...
Specially i like one of last shayari which tell bout power of money and property...
You are wrong or right person..n what you do..its doesnt matter for 80% people..but you have power of money..so everyone good for you..and neva speak angaist you...its reality of today's world...
PAISA BOLTA HAI..
Aap bole ya na bole..."

Shaayari of reality..........

Bazaaro ke kotho par ho raha hai jism ka dhanda...
Bachaa le tu hi upar wale lut raha hai tera banda.




Pyaar karna hai gunaah, kotho pe jana nahi manaa...
Besharmi ki es duniya me, ye kaanoon hai bana.




Wafaai ki keemat nahi, nangaai ki keemat yaha hai...
Enshaan hai jinde magar, murdo jaisa ye jaha hai.




".....i like above of three shayari written by my dad, my dad tell thngs what happen in today's practicle world....i love thngs which show n tells right and truth thngs..."

Shaayari.....

Pal me bhool jaye jo pyaar ki nishaani...
Barbaad ho gayi es shart pe jawaani.




Bada pechidaa hai ishk ka fasaana...
Kitna samjhaau par samjhe na jamana.




Bana na sake hum nashib tera, sub kuch luta kar bhi...
Aaj hum chal diye hai,apne kadmo k nisha mitakar bhi.




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shaayaria.......

Dil bechane aya hoon, kharidaar koi aaye...
Es dil ke mol par, pyar de kar jaye.




Jalte hai patange shama par jaakar...
Jiwan gawa baithe prem rog paa kar.




Aashma jab bhi roya, dharati pighal gayi...
Aasiq ke nikale aashu to aag lag gayi.


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Be-raham o jalimo....,

Aasuo k nahar ruke...
Palko k kinaare par,
Sadako par pade gareeb...
Hai kinke sahaaro par?
Hai roshani yaha jugo se...
Aashmaa k taaro par,
Julm kyu hota hai...
Har naseeb k maro par?



Be-raham-o-jalimo...
Unke bhi kuch armaan hai,
Such kahta hoon tum haiwaan...
Or wo insaan hai,
Dhokhebaaji or vishwasghat se...
Wo bilkul anjaan hai,
Unki karlo tum puja...
Wo eshwar samaan hai,



Kitna kahu es jamaane se...
Koi kuch sunta nahi,
Subka chaahe jo bhala...
Aesi ye janta nahi,
Swaarth se ye jamaana...
Koi cheez banta nahi,
Kisi ki roti cheen lena...
Kaam ko mahaanta nahi,



Gareeb odh lete hai...
Hatho se kheech kar gagan,
Jeene ke liye unhe...
Milta hai thanda pawan,
Dukh ka har saagar...
Thaam kar baithe unke nayan,
Kavita ka roop de...
Likh kar laya hai BALVAN,





" mujhe apne dad ki ek style pasand hai... Or wo ye ki wo apne jyadatar kavitao ko apne name (balvan) par khatam karte hai.....maine kafi kosish ki apne poem ko es tarah khatam karne ki....but filhaal kosish jaari hai..."

Katal-e-aam...

Nazro ko jhuka kar hume...
Husn walo ne salaam kiya,
Bhari hui mahfil me...
Aakar katal-e-aam kiya,
Humari wafa ka unhone...
Bahut accha enaam diya,
Nazare humse milakar...
Jahar se bhara jaam diya,



Muhabbat ki chaah me humne...
Duniya ka kaam tamaam kiya,
Aakhir usi ne rang badal kar...
Hume hi elzaam diya,
Laila ki chaah me kab...
Majanu ne araam kiya,
Husn walo ne to yaha...
Aashiqo ka jeena haraam kiya,



Phool kahte hai jishe...
Wahi hote hai kaanto k daaman,
Paagal hota hai yaha jo...
Julfo ko kahta hai saawan,
Na khija hai, na bahaar hai...
Aisa hai ek chaman,
Usi chaman me baith kar...
Likhta hai kavita BALVAN,






"again..my dad end this poem with his name balvan...i like his style....and for me its 90% right what he tellng throug his poem...lots of lover facing this type of problem in their love life....by the way...i like this poem coz of its truthness...no filmy type romantic dialoug...jo bola khol k bola...such bola.."

Suraj aag barsaaye....

Dhoop me sharir jala kar...
Do rupaye kamaaye,
Pati, patni teen bucche...
Kish kish ko wo khilaaye,
Paise wale dekho aaj...
Apne kutto ko dudh pilaaye,
Majdoor ka baccha yaha...
Paani bhi na paaye,



Pet me angaar hai...
Maathe pe pasinaa,
Us par suraj aag barsaaye...
Kaisa enka jeena,
Fat jaye dil agar to...
Aasuo se seena,
Bhook agar lag jaye to...
Thanda paani peena.






"i like this poem....but me too write a poem on this same topic...bt m not talking bout only poverty...m tryng to show the reason of poverty in our country..n poor men life throug my poem...you can read my this poem on this blog...label is my hindi poem...poem name is EK KAHAANI....."

Dost umrabhar ka.....

Es pahar jo mila...
Wo us pahar na mila,
Yaani es subah jo mila...
Wo us shaam na mila,
Kahne ko zindagi...
umro me guzari hai humne,
Par koi b dost umar bhar ka...
Hume umar bhar na mila.






"very short n simple poem written by my dad...in this poem my dad tells how people come in our life for few times and say only..hello, hi and bye !!
....but nobody make us feel that there is smone like a gud frnd who understand our feelngs,problem...."

Seese ka dil hai humara.....

Sheese ka dil hai humara...
Chaho to sanam tod ke dekho,

Na rah sakoge bin humare...
Chaho to sanam chor ke dekho,

Khojegi aakhein tumari hume,
Aansho bahaayegi har pal.
Milega na chain enko...
Chaho to nazar mor ke dekho.

Muhabbat me ghadiya gam ki,
Kategi na tumse akele.
Darogi apne hi saaye se tum...
Chaho to kuch ghadiya gin k dekho..

Ab to marna hi gavaa lagta hai.....

Ab to marna hi gavaa lagta hai...
Muskurana b bura lagta hai.

Ab to zindagi me rah gaya hu tanha...
Jara si aahat ho to b bura lagta hai.

Sare bazaar ghuma main apno ki talash me...
Jo b milta hai bus khafaa lagta hai,

Ab to jine ka mujhe sauk nahi...
Mar jana hi bhala lagta hai.

Game haale jigar sunau kisko...
Kisi se baat karna b bura lagta hai.

Ab to chain milega jakar shamshaan me...
Duniya k es sehar me rahna b bura lagta hai.

Na khao kasam humari.....

Na khao kasam humari...
Jhuthe hote hai kasam khane wale,

Roya karte hai yaha aksar...
Ujaalo me khwaab dekhane wale,

Naam se naam judte dekha hai humne...
Jhuthe hote hai naam jodne wale.

Kya jodenge wo dil humara...
Jo khud ko hi hai todne wale.

Kya sath denge wo humara...
Jo khud hi hai jahaa chorne wale.

Hai kitne deewaane log....

Hai kitne dewaane log...
Aaye hai mujhe samjhaane log,

Be-raham jahaa me jo mil jata chain...
To kyu jaate maykhaane log,

Jaan kar sub kuch. Kuch bhi na jane...
Hai ye kitane anjaane log.

Waqt pe kaam bhi nahi aate...
Ye jaane pahchaane log.

Ab jab mujhko hosh nahi hai...
Aaye hai mujhko samjhaane log.

Aaj ye humara nara hai.....

Na luto hume lutane walo...
Luta hai hume hazaaro ne.
Khiza se hum darte nahi...
Luta hai hume bahaaro ne.
Yaha tak aane ka pata...
Diya hume sitaaro ne.
Yeh gaaon bad-nashibo ka hai...
Bataya taqdeer k maaro ne.



Gareeb hai hum yaha...
Hum par kisi ka aitbaar nahi.
Sharafat k alawa...
Apne paas koi rozgaar nahi.
Roti k siwa apne ko...
Kisi se bhi pyaar nahi.
Bhukhe pet ka yaha par...
Hota koi yaar nahi.



Sukhi roti ka tukda...
Humara ek sahara hai.
Uske liye jag chor dena...
Humko aaj gawara hai.
Charo taraf duniya me aaj...
Bhukhe-nango ka nazara hai.
Jitna kama sako kama lo roti...
Aaj humara ye nara hai.






"papa ji ki kavitaaye (poem) humesha kathor succhai par hoti hai...or esliye jyadatar kavitaao me kathor shabdo ka prayog karte hai...jo topic ko or bhaawnao ko...khulkur saamne rakhte hai......."

Majhdhaar hi teri raah..........(my fav.)

Majhdhaar me hai naiyya...
Bahut door hai kinara.
Dil to dhunde maanjhi...
Najdeek ka sahara.
Patwaar se hai napa babu...
Saagar ka har dhara.
Wahi le chalungaa...
Jaha ho tumhe gawara.



Waha le chalo jaha...
Koi apna mil jaaye.
Jindagi ka koi suhana...
Sapna mil jaaye.
Bhule hue gam kabhi...
Waha yaad na aaye.
Tumhe na malum ho maanjhi...
To pucho, koi to bataaye.



Laakho dil aaye babu...
Subko kinaare laga diya.
Tute hue dil ko maine...
Muhabbat se mila diya.
Par har raahi ne mujhko...
Aaj tak kyu saza diya ?
Kuch paise de mujhe...
Wapas majhdhaar ki or bhaga diya.



Manjil tak pahoonch kar babu...
Tum bhi sayad wahi doge.
Esliye tumne pucha us kinaare...
Bolo maanjhi kya loge.
Saahil tak pahunch kar babu...
Mera intizaar bhi na karoge.
Tumhe aana hoga jaldi to...
Dusra maanjhi bhi dhundh loge.



Pahuncha de maanjhi enko waha...
Jaha enki chaah hai.
Na-samajh duniya na samajhegi...
Wo tere dil ki aah hai.
Gami dil bhi saahil tak pahunch kar...
Karta yaha waha hai.
"BALVAN" kahe tujhse maanjhi...
Majhdhaar hi teri raah hai.








"its my favourite poem written by my dad..its really meaning full, and say many thngs throung a simple story in this poem...
Aksar main khud ko apni life me ek maanjhi ki tarah feel kiya hai jiske dil ka haal mere dad k poem me bataya gaya hai..
This poem really very close to my heart......"