To be found....

lost in the midst of time,
Berserk wilderness surrounding,
Oaring thy boat get's tougher,
As the wind gets wilder.
the journey started way back,
facing the storm, no matter what came and passed by.
since long have i been waiting,
for the sun to shine bright and strong.
i need a beautiful change,
now i am tired to see the moon wax and wane.
i this bizarre wilderness of time,
with every  oar,
i stroke to move,
to see the sun shine bright,
not to be lost but to be found in the midst of the,

azma

azma ke tum kya mujhe dekhoge,
main samay ke chakra main jiti hun.
na tum ram, na main sita,
phir kyun ho agni pareeksha ka uttarradaayee mera.
pramaan kya hoga tumhari satvikta ki pushti ka.

Tapish

Aag se uski tapish poochte ho,

Tum to phir bhi khakh main mil jaoge,

Vo to khud jalte hue bhi khakh nahi hoti.

Dil se uske pyaar ki gehrai napne ho kehte ho,

Tum khud ek din fanaa ho jaoge,

Uska kya jo rooh main basa hai.

wafa...

Wafa kya hai main nahi janti,

Tadap kya hai main nahi janti,

Bas us diye ko dekhti hun,

Muskurati hun,

Phir sochti hun-

Khud jalte hue bhi ye jahan ko roshan karta hai.

Uski lauh humari roshni ka roop leti hai,

Jab jalati to hum hi naam dete usse agni.

pal bhar main bujha dete- kehte jala degi

Where art thou

i feel like writing,
and am at loss of topic.
feelings in abundance,
unable to express any.
scenario is so strange,
heart is filled with feelings immense,
waiting to be expelled.

i wonder what resides in the womb of time,
why does the heart pray when it falls on ears deaf.
time flies, we stumble, fall and manage to stand.

hardwork pays- i grew hearing this,
the why do genuine tries go in vain.
lost in dense forest of time,
god seems to have renounced his saying.

why does negative win,
and positive so frail,
if the lord resides in truth
and not in what's fake.

time juggles us,
patience seems to fail,
time though in motion,
appears being stagnant,
pitfalls are constant.

i cant give for sure,
but my zeal's aging.
i pray again to the almighty,
i know you are always with me,
now is the time you need to show your presence.

Zindagi- Gehrayi

kabhi kabhi jaane pehcahne logon ke saath naye anubhav hote hain,
naye gyan ke saath naye parichay hote hain.
purane mitr bhi-
ek naye roop ko saamne le aati hai.

samay guzarta hai,
khud ko dauhrate hue.
ishwar ke pitare se,
har pal naye vakya vajood bante hain.

kya tera kya mera bas yahin chodd jate hain,
aane wale kal ki neev aaj rakh jate hain,
kuch kisse pal bhar main khatam ho jate hain,
kuch nay arambh ban jate hain.

zindagi ki gerayi in chote bade anubhutiyon se naapi jati hai.

By: Riddhi Singh

Another journey…

Staring in to the widespread greenery,

The flowing river,

The calmness in the atmosphere,

I leave behind,

I leave behind not only my home,

But myself too.

My parents were united when we were born,

I feel divided when I leave them and go.

Heading to live the life chosen in city,

I am partly in this hustle bustle.

The soft breeze after the refreshing rains,

The lovely fragrance mother earth emanates on eloping with rains.

Queen of mountains embracing the valley.

The soul rejuvenates,

Dances to the tunes nature plays,

I leave it all for material requirements.

So petty has life become,

Beauty of nature have we exchanged,

For a lifestyle so numb, lifeless and mechanical .

Riddhi Singh

Vadiyaan….

Hari bhari vadiyon ki khamoshi

Na jane kya kehti hai,

Kuch bhi nahi ismain phir bhi ye sampoorn lagti hai.

Bheed main bhi sunai deti hai,

Apni oar khjeechti hai,

Itni shant hai ye,

Jaise janti hai,

Koi chu hi nahi sakta isse.

Kitni azaad, kitni adrishya, khud main anchuyi kahani hai ye,

Phir bhi apna abhaas Karen ki puri shamta hai ismain.

Lagta hai jaise ishwar swayam vaas karte ain ismain.

Riddhi Singh