THE EXACT

  Observation draw the congruence of Mind, To the outer physical world of different kind, I observe in a dream that ladders are the hanging boat, In the space,there are many such ladders float, Is it a approach or just a game of snake& ladder,fortune& fault?

 Badal ghere hue hain, bhari barish basar bhi hogi, Ummeed hai dekhkar barish nazar bhigi, Humne toh socha savan ka mousam bahar hai, Koun janta tha ki sazish ander hogi. Ek jhole me bharkar ummeedein sota raha main, Sirf aur sirf khwabon mein jeeta raha main, Itne musruf ho gaya mai khwabon mein, Ki dheere dheere sab khota raha mai, khota raha mai. Kya hal hai mera jo tere wade pe aitbar kiya, Mano dil ki dhadkan ne dhoka diya, jeena bekar hua! Kabhi sitaro ko jod ke dekha hai, Kaise Ursa major ya Ursa minor ban jate hain, Jaise ki koi Sitar dhun bikherta hai, Usi tarah jaise sitare jagmagate hain!

 Life is one, Make it fun, Sadness undone, Quality run, Quantity in many ton, Hurt non, Loose gun, Youth should learn, Crime is to shun, The earth spun, Around the sun, Time immemorial million, Had won morn,. Dews on flowers turn, Sprinkled in crops of bun, Who?I think the moon.

 तुम कहाँ हो अंदाज़-ए-बयां, सिगरेट  का धुंवा तो हवा है, शायद खुद की पसंद का, खत्म हो जाती है तो दवा है, रोज़मर्रा में जीने वाले लोगों का, कोई क्या पीयेगा ज़माने भर का सितम,  कहते हैं कि थोड़ा जियो थोड़ा मारने के लिए, निचोड़ क्या है?निचोड़ कर ही तो भरते है दम,१/२ पीते हैं लोग जैसे जीते है लोग, फिर निचोड़ कर बुझा देते है राख, निचोड़ते हैं लोग जैसे की थोड़ा मरते हैं लोग, अकल्मन्द कहते हैं कि ये सुसाइड है, प्यासे को मत पूछो क्या रॉंग है क्या राईट है, वो कहेंगे हूँ यहि गाइड है, जीते तो सब हैं, धीरे धीरे मरते हैं वह "ख़ास धुआं' लाइट है।२/२

 Why star shines? Why are they called signs? Why moon is yellow? Why moon revolve & follow? Star shines to showcase intensity; There signs represent a bond to the earth or treaty, Moon is yellow as earth's eternal fellow, Moon follow as lonely, solo, so that earth can sought O.

  When it is game of Crooks, It dealt with same type of books, The tyrants bombs thrown by jumbos, Make the hill in between crescendo, The wars never look fair, Specially when it is from air, From air everything looks easy, And volatile for target fizzy, Our soldiers from land to land, Are at real risk or are at real stand, They not only bridge the gap of our total land, But ensure and instill fear in their mind so that they not retort-rewind.