मन्दिर में न चढ़ा तो बस पत्थर ही कहलाएगा
है तकदीर तेरे साथ तो खुदा भी बन जाएगा
पड़ा रहेगा यूँ रास्ते का रोड़ा बनकर हर कहीँ
गर नसीब में लिखा तो ताजमहल में सज जाएगा
कहीं धूल से ढका होगा तेरा आशियाँ इस जहाँ में
इत्तफ़ाक़ कहीं तुझपे कोई मखमली चादर भी चढ़ाएगा
कीचड़ में सना होगा तू हर तरफ से ए-दोस्त
और कही तुझे इस जमी पर कोई दूध से नहलाएगा
पत्थर ही पत्थर हर जगह फैले पड़े है यहां पर
बस तराशते ही तू एक सुंदर सी मूरत बन जाएगा
Dark night falls on me
Till a moon shines in my life
Nothing but solitude surrounds me
Still waits one hope in my strife
Hours upon hours I see one thing
Sitting alone on that shore
Where my life's tide keeps floating
That nothing appears to be sure
Sometimes it creates high waves
Sometimes it keeps itself very silent
I just run between it's rays
Trying to find a way in that violent
Still no stars,no Moon in my sky
Blackness makes me very sad
But my conscience tells me to fly
In life ,there are good days after bad
Inspiration makes thee dance with pen
Sing with words,laugh with pain
When thou weep,it wipes out thy tears
When thou frightened,it soothes thy fears
When faith,in this world,leave thee alone
When darkness makes thee forlorn
In thy path,it lights the lamp of hope
In this darkness,it makes a way of life's crop
When thou get nothing after day labour
It creates a ground for thee to play forever
And thou perform thy role with greater power
Never expect any fruit in return thy share
In a battle,when two fight with each other
One has to hug the loss,nothing is left further
Then,it makes the wounded take the sword
Till the last,he keeps fighting on the board
Banyan tree stands here for decades
His eyes have seen all the changes
Many storms came and went
He faced the storms and never bent
Many sit under his shade
Whether they are good or bad
He never tries to make difference
With anyone who lives on this fence
He gives his fruit,his wood to all
He never creates any racial wall
Neither he begs nor he steals
Nor he weeps never he feels
Only performs his duty towards all
Whether you burn or make him fall
Human needs to learn his patience
His duty to serve God's universe
O! Man,where thou run for love?
Spent day-night away from home
Wandering in vain at every row
Did nothing in life except roam
Thou always tried to search face
But never strived to walk right way
Always got in that puzzled race
In which thou couldn't get any ray
Thy heart grows love for thee
Need to sow some seeds there
Then that plant will give this free
O! Man tries to look into there
Water the plant till the fruit appear
Nurture the fruit till thy life remains
Enjoy that without going anywhere
Leave some traces for all the brains
Beauty is the greatest weapon in thy hand
Creative power works as a magic wand
Awesome blend of beauty and creativity
Both show thy real image of dainty
Thou are the most beautiful rose among the rest
Thus a flower is blooming in the desert
Spreading a sweet odour everywhere
Dead desert becomes alive that lies there
When thou pass through,all objects seem to greet thee
Leaves seem to touch thy pink cheeks with glee
Branches appear to salute thy grace
Sweet breeze blows there touching
thy face
Sea-waves rise to feel thy soft velvet skin
Tide is calm for thy reflection in that water-scene
Sky seems to protect thee from heat of the day
Moon appears to spread the light in thy way
Thou are beyond any kind of measure
Can't be cleared by this worldly eraser
