MAA # Creation 20

And here it is,the most awaited write up for me. Although, describing a 'mother' is one of the most difficult task god have made, but I have always desired to try this up through poetry,so read it out and feedback how far I have done...

Kaise main bayaan karunga tujhko jab koi puchega tere bare main, ye tu batla de maa mujhe aaj hi,
Mere dil ki har baat pata hoti hai jaise tujhe, pata hoga na maa tujhe ye raaz bhi...

Kaise hisaab ginaunga main unhe ki kitna pyaar diya hai tune mujhko...
Aur kaise ginaunga wo sekdo raatein jab meri neend ki ajag ne sone nahi diya tha tujhko...

Kaise mehsoos karaunga unhe, wo sukoon jo teri goad me ser rakh ke sone se milta hai..
Kaise dikhlaunga wo chehra tera, jo meri har chhoti-badi kamiyabi par khilta hai...

Kaise tolunga wo tere ansuo ki keemat... jo the to bahut saste...par mere liye unse mehanga aur kuch na hota tha..
Kaise vishvaas dilaunga unhe ki chhot lagti thi jab mujhe, to mere dard pe tera dil bhi tha jo rota tha....

Shayad kuch jyada hi sunder thi tu dil se, wo sunderta tere chehre pe bhi raha karti thi...
Aaj lagta hai unhi sanskaro se kuch ban jaunga, jo tu bachpan se mujhe kaha karti thi..

Pehle alfaaz jo nikle the mere muh se, un alfazo ne tujhko hi pukara tha maa..
Pehle kadam bhi teri hi aur badhaye the,  main tera hi to raz dulara tha maa,

Tune apne sapno ka tabeez mere gale me daal kar mere sapno ki kamna bhi kar di...
Kabhi jo khalipan sa laga lakeero main, wo jagah bhi tune apni mamta se bhar di..

Tu alag ho mujhse maa kabhi, wo dard mujhe kabhi nhi hai sehna...
Pehli saas se sath hoti hai na jaise tu, wese hi aankhri saas tak mere sath hi rehna...


@GARVIT

ZINDAGI # Creation 19

A peaceful late-night of summer made me write this when I was traveling down to my home. A thoughtful mind, cold breezes..when their silent sound is the only thing you can hear and an open sky from where billions of stars are leering at you..well, that was JUST PERFECT!! So Have alook with what I came up with....

Kuch baat hai...jo labon ka rasta taraash rahi hai ,
Ek barsaat hai jo azaadi ke geet gaa rahi hai.,
Ek kiran hai suraj ki jo betaab hai ankhe chaka-chhondh karne ko.,.
Aur kuch khwaab hai ankho me jo umadte hai raato ki sawari karne ko.!

Kuch thandi hawae hai jo kaano me aa kar kuch khus-pusa rahi hai,
Aur ek ye nadaan dil hai jo kabhi bhi kisi se rusa nahi hai.,
Ek toofan hai..,jo mujhko iraado me basi takat dikha rha hai.,
Aur ek ye jharna hai paani ka jo bin kisi hisaab bas baha hi jaa rha hai !

Kuch taare hai jo tim-timate hue aasman pe natak dikha rhe hai.,
Aur ek umeed hai seene me jo heere se jyada chamakdaar aur majboot hai, 

Ek benaam muskurahat hai, jiski wagah samjhana thoda pechida sa hai,
Aur ek meethi si yaad hai , jiske sath ye jeena thoda jyada jeena sa hai !

Khushnuma hu main, iss zindagi ke laakho rang dekh kar.,
Kitni haseen hai ye saanse, hairaan hu main ye soch kar !
Har ek pal esa likh rha hu main iss mukadarr ki kitaab me,
Ki duniya kahegi kyu chhod di thi saanse un janaab ne.. !!!

@Garvit

Last day # Creation 18

P.S - This is fully fictitious and I am absolutely fine..please make it clear in your very minds if it comes anything after reading this!! :P 
Its just that I have visited some souls having life long diseases and I have just tried to think how their minds will look like...here it is with what I come up...

This could be my last day..
But I still have much for life to pay,
I am left with breaths on my finger count..
But there are still a thousand climbs which are left to mount,
I don't have seen even many dreams yet,
I am still in a search of my perfect mate,
I want to run down the grounds , I want to fly...
But legs ain't capable to run and time has consized my sky,
The way to a world tour is waiting for me.,
But its like I am standing in a offing of the sea...
I often think..which work should I do first..
Because any minute could over my death's thirst,
Therapies are now my silent parties ,
Now I dance on painful remedies.,
I play with my thoughts, on the ground which appears like my bed..
Sympathy is all I have in my destiny shed.,
I want to gift some proud moments to all my belongings..
I want to spend some more nights under star bed of springs,
Death itself is pumping through out my veins, 
And I have become a reason for the tears on chins,
Well, I am heading to live some moments of which I have always thought of....
and I would wish you all a gud luck because I am not gonna so easy to forget off..
+Garvit Agarwal 

Kuch Chhuth Gaya Hai jo # Creation 17

A world of a son and his mother..how they were the heartbeats of each other's lives ..
One of my favourites ...DO READ

Aanchal me tere main pala-badha., Teri phatkaaro se main hua bada..,
Mere kamjor pairo ki malish kar.. ,Tune mujhe chalne kabil banaya. ,
To har kadam pe ek baap ki tarah..,Tune mujhe mushkilo se bachaya..,
Chale gaye the papa sarhad par desh ki raksha ke liye.,
To tere hi najuk kandho ne maa har ek bojh uthaya....
Bimaar hota jab main ...to jese teri jaan sukh jati 
Raat-Raat bhar jaag kar maa tu thandi pattiya chadhati....,
Savere mujhe tera raja-beta bana kar school tak chhod ke aati..,.
To raat ko mere mathe pe hath fer chanda mama wali loriya sunati ..,
Hum dono ki apni hi ek duniya thi.,jisme koi kami mehsus nhi hoti thi mujhe...
Tu hi dost thi, tu hi ghar....teri mojudgi se jyada na khwahishe thi mujhe...,
Par phir mujhe padhai ke liye tune bahar bhej diya...
Kuch matlab tha tera ki me kuch ban jau.,to thoda tune balidaan de diya...,
Meri padhai puri hui to ek note chapne wali nokri bhi mil gyi..,
Par jab milne aaya tujhse to ehsaas hua ki meri khushiyo me hi teri zindagi nikal gyi...
Kitni akeli aur bebas si ho gi hogi tu yaha..,
Mere jane se kis tarah ujad gya hoga tera chhota sa jahan..
Papa ki raah takte-takte to teri palke kabse hi thak kar bichh gyi thi...
Magar main tha to jese pura sansaar tha, par mere jane ke baad itne bade sansaar me bhi tu akeli reh gi thi..,.
Aaj kuch ban gya hu main aur tera ser bhi garv se uchaa kar diya hai maine...
Par kis matlab ki ye shaan-o-shokat..,jab lauta ni sakta hisaab unn akele palo ka tere....
Bas ab sare aisho -aaram de sakta hu main tujhe meri kamai dolat se...
Par teri goad me sone ka sukoon maang sakta nhi main wo nikli mohlat se..!!

+Garvit Agarwal 

Jeena isi ka naam hai ! # Creation 16

It helps a lot in my case...on the motivating part.
I was just hearing those soulful poetries from the movie 'zindagi na milegi dobara' by Javed Akhtar..and it influenced me the following way :D ,..have a look...

Ae dil...tu kyu rota hai,kyu apni himmat ko aansuo ke roop me khota hai....
kuch bura tere sath ho jae to kismat ko deta hai kasoor..
tu likh sakta hai apni kismat, hai tere hatho me ye noor..

kuch khushi ke pal, kuch gum bhari raate hai sabhi ke hisso me...
aa chal kuch kar esa ki amar ho jaye tu kisso me..
tu uss muskaan ko labo ka sath chhodne na dena.,
Agar raj karna hai zindagi pe raja ki tarah to maan le us hasi ko apni sena..

beshak tu baatein yaad kar purani..par un yaadon ka bojha na lekar chal...
roshan ho jae kal tere ,itna leen ho kar tu jee aaj ke pal...

tu dekh sapne,aur jaan bhar de un khwabo me...,
kyu betha hai udaas.,thokre to aksar lagti hai raho me...

Aasmaan hai zindagi teri, to iss aasmaan me kabhi amawas bhi hoti hai.,,
par yaad rakh dost mere ki taaro ki roshni un raato me bhi tere sath hoti hai...

Har hasee se lekar har aansoo tak...yaha har cheez ka daam hai..,
muskura kar jiyo to asaan hai zindagi...kyuki jeena isi ka naam hai... :))))
@GARVIT

The Break Up # Creation 15

The break up..
Its been the moments ago, 
when we swore to be together forever..
Its been the moments ago,
when I couldn't imagine my life without you.. 
Its just moments ago..

We used to chat for hours ,
we used to talk for nights.,
we lived up thousands of dream together.,
life sounded like beautiful chimes..!
its just moments ago..

I cracked punches to make you smile,
A line on your forehead made me cross any mile...
We used to celebrate the happiness together...
and held hands no matter how horrific was the weather...
Its just moments ago..

Single tear in your eyes used to slower down my heartbeats..
that innocent smile on your face made my world complete...
Rather of being with you for hours.., every second you ruled my mind....
Our pair was as beautiful as poem's rhyme...
Its just moments ago...

some things,somehow managed to make us apart...
the religion wall lay in our life long start..
We have to consider  "what people would say" ,as our parents do....
but no one can imagine how hard it was to choose between them and you..
This let me understand, what makes people commit suicide ...
some tears can't express what I feel inside...
I don't know, how shall I walk alone..
I am alive but my soul is no more..

Its just moments ago....

:- GARVIT

HOSTEL LIFE #creation 14

Anjaan chehro se jaan se pyare dost ban jate hai...,
sare masle pal me hi hal ho jate hai...,
ghar jane me bhi ab thoda dukh hota hai,
yaroo esa bs hostel life me hota hai..

Ghanto tak gappe ladana..aur der raato tak jagna..,subh late uthna.,aur uthte hi bathroom ki line ke liye bhagna..,
mess ka khana dekhte hi muh sikod lena....,aur " kal se pkka pdai"...roz bas ye baat kehna...,
5 min. pehle uth kr roz lecture karne jana hota h..., yaaro esa bs hostel life me hota h...

10 din me pese khatm kr ke baki mahina udhaari pe kaatna.., pta ho na ho kuch..haar topic pe bebaak gyan baatna..,
Handwash ho ya crush....sb share kar lete hai hum dost , to din bhar gaaliya dena 1-dusre ko aur karna 1 duje ka roast :p ,
dosto ke kapdo aur tym pe apna pura haq hota h...,yaroon ..esa bs hostel lyf me hota h...

exam ke 1 din pehle tak to syllabus ka pata ni hota hai, phir raat ko phat-ti hai jab puri kitaab ke samne time short hota hai....,
apni padhai chhod kr dost puri raat dusro ko padate h ..,.last moments pe ese -tese pass hone k jugaad ho jate  h,
results ke din kuch chehre khile hote hai to kuch pe maatam ka mahol hota h....yaroon esa bas hostel lyf me hta h..,

Birthdays pe jam ke pitai hoti h...to tyoharo k rang bhi yha kuch alag hote h,
horror nights ke baad 10-10 log 1 hi room me sote h.,
Corridor hi cricket football ke maidan ban jate h..,.rooms ki safai tab hoti h jab kisi ke parents aate h..,
khushi me botle khulti hai to har kbi speakers chala kar dance hota hai...yaroo esa bs hostel life me hota h.....

bhut kuch hai likhne ko...bhut kisse h sunane ko...,
bhut yaade judi h yha se aur mila hai bhut kuch sikhne ko..,
dost hi mraane ke kaam karte h...to inhi k dum pe yha zindagi kat-ti h.,
life long relations bante h yha...bhle manjile kahi baar bat-ti h...,
saalo nikal jate h par lgta samay chhota hai...yaroon esa bs hostel lyf me hota h... :)))))) :D
@Garvit