A Reason To Smile

You are the reason, the only one,

For me to smile, the reason, to live,

The reason to enjoy, the reason to be there,

Your presence, so dear, your support priceless,

Your help a necessity, just you,

Your smile, a reason to be,

Your voice, a reason to talk,

The whispers running close, voices mingling, with secrets,

Your happiness is a reason, the only reason,

For my smile, and the twinkle in my eyes,

For my energy, and for my existence,

It’s not about me, never was, never will be,

It’s just you that matters, it’s not me,

It’s never been me for myself,

And it will never be, unless,

I walk away from myself, a half torn soul,

Or the past disappears, from memoriam, and being,

Or you stand by me, a reason, the one reason,

The only reason, just for my smile.

Dil Toh Bacha Hai Ji

Ho din ka ant,

Ya ho khatam yeh mahina,

Ho jaaye pura voh pehla path,

Ya mil jaaye koi badi degree,

Ho jaaye padhai,

Aur likhai zindagi ki,

Par hai ek jo nahi badle kabhi,

Yeh dil toh bacha hai ji.

Ho jaaye zindagi ke saat saal,

Ya pure ho saath,

Khelo voh bachon ki shatranj,

Ya puri ho zindagi ki daud,

Rahe voh sukun chehre pe,

Ya aa jaaye maathe pe shikan,

Hai ek jo badlega nahi sada,

Dil toh bass bacha hai ji.

Mile voh pehli tankhwa,

Ya fir mile voh aakhri pension,

Bane voh pehli yaad maidan mein,

Aur jab yaad aaye vohi suhana din,

Aaye duniya mein voh choti kiran,

Ya bujhe voh jhilmilata diya,

Voh ek hi hai jo rahe vahi,

Dil toh bacha hai ji.

Rakho voh pehle kadam,

Yaa badlo zindagi ki raah,

Karo apni pehli icha,

Ya puri karo apne bache ki chaah,

Muskurana bass zaruri hai,

Aur zaruri hai behelana isko,

Maanta nahi aasaani se yeh,

Isliye has do zara,

Kyunki dil toh bacha hai ji.

Write or Wrong

What am I,

Many do ask me,

Was I forced on this way,

Or did I choose to be.

Some ask for help,

Some ask for advice,

What should we say to them,

‘Cause it would never even suffice.

Some want to learn,

Some want to read,

But words aren’t something,

Which you can ever spoon feed.

From the heart it comes,

Sometimes from the brain,

Try to learn it ever,

Though it might go into the drain.

Those aren’t words,

Which we type or write,

It’s the feelings,

And emotions we cite.

Those aren’t just stories,

We post lengthy on paper,

It’s the thoughts we have,

And those don’t have a helper.

The emotions felt,

From the black ink,

It’s the passion true,

You can’t just have it from a think.

Learning doesn’t help,

Though guidance always will,

Experience is the clincher,

It’s the end you practice till.

I don’t know how this came,

But it’s straight from my heart,

Just a random thought of mine,

I caught before away it could dart.

Heart

beating and pumping

breaks in love

keeps you alive