From the past

Din mein yunhi baithe huye,
na jane kyu kuch sapne bune...
Ki ek din duniya mein apna naam hoga...
Zindagi jald hi degi aisa moka...
Charo or mujhe jaanenge log...
Ek baar jo rasta mila, koi na sakega rok...
Kehte hain ki sabr ka phal meetha hota hai...
Thoda intezar karne par sabse behtareen milna pakka hai...
Jab sab aaspaas ho utawle...
Unko dekh ke kabhi nirnay kabhi na lena harbarahat mein...
Kyuki zindagi hai aapki, unki nahi,
Aggar yeh baat maani, toh aapki jeet nishchit hai likhi...



A poem i found from my college time notebook... still searching for more... will add if i find any...

In Motion...

like waves in the ocean...
thoughts in mind are in motion...
stop they never even at request...
my mind asks for a little rest...

but this movement of my creation...
are in their own form each a supplication...
for my thinking place to keep working...
and not end up like others' rusting...

so the so very kind... my dear mind...
shows a little kindness and doesn't wind...
these thougts and shut the lid...
but lets them play around like a child...