Bachpan | Childhood

Originally wrote this one in Hindi so following the original I have translated it in English as well.

Bachpan ki wo baat mujhe yad aati hai...

Wo der se so ke uthna,
Wo maa ka apne hathon se khana khilana;

Wo kagaz ki kashti ko pani me bahana,
Wo baarish me bheeg ke nahana;

Wo keechad me lot kar ganda ho jana,
Wo mitti khod kar chupke se khana;

Wo dadi ka pyar se kahani sunana,
Wo shaitani karke sabko satana;

Wo zara si bat par sabse rooth jana,
Wo tutlati zaban se kavita sunana;

Wo papa ki ungli pakad ke ghumne jana,
Wo apni muskan se sabka dil behlana;

Wo zara si chot par zor zor se chillana,
Wo dant padne par reh reh kar aansu bahana;

Wo daud kar dada ki peeth par chad jana,
Wo maa ke aanchal me sar rakhkar so jana...


Sochta tha kya yahi zindagi kehlati hai..??
Yahan to har subah sham aise hi kat jati hai..!!

Zindagi to badon ki hoti hai,
Jo har pal kuch naya karwati hai!!!


Aaj usi bat par hans deta hun..
Sochta hun mai kitna galat tha..

Ab to bas zindagi haseen kwhab dikhati hai,
Na chahte hue bhi na jane kya kya karwati hai;


Nahi jeeni mujhe aisi zindagi..

Jahan aisho-aaram , daulat sab hai,
Par chain ke do pal nahi;

Saare sapne poore karne ki taakat hai,
Par maa-baap se rubaroo hone ka waqt nahi;

Imarat khadi karne ki haisiyat hai,Magar us imarat ko ghar banane ke jazbaat nahi...


Yahi sab batein mujhe fir kheench le jati hain,
Tabhi to is ghadi bachpan ki har baat mujhe aaj fir yaad aati hai..!!!

English Translated Version

I miss everything of my childhood times....

How I used to wake up late,
How my mother used to feed me by her hands;

How I used to float paper boats in water,
How I used to get drenched in rain;

How I used to get dirty playing in mud,
How I used to eat soil when no one was around;

How my grandma used to tell me stories,
How I used to tease everyone with my naughtiness;

How I used to get angry on every small things,
How i Used to recite a poem in my stammered language;

How I used to walk holding dad's finger,
How I used to win hearts by my smile;

How I used to cry even for a minor scratch,
How I used to shed tears on being scolded;

How I used to climb grandpa's back,
How I used to sleep keeping my head on mother's lap...


I used to think, is what they call life is..??
Its the same every day and night..!!

Its the elders who live the actual life,
Where there is something new at every instant!!!


Today I laugh on my thought..
I think how wrong I was..


Today life just shows beautiful dreams,
It makes me do things unwillingly;


I don't wanna live such a life

Where there is money and every comfort I can buy,
But I struggle hard to live few moments of peace;

I have the strength to make my dreams come true,
But I don't have time to encounter my parents;

I have the power to raise a building,
But I lack emotions to make that building a home...


All these things drag me back in past,
This is why at this point of time I miss everything of my childhood times...

Don't Wanna Wake

Don't wanna wake up from my dream,
Its the only place where I can be with her I seem;

Where I can hold her hand,
And take her to an undiscovered land;

where I can get drowned in her eyes,
And get lost with her in the blue skies;

Where I can see her smiling face,
And can admire her exceptional grace;

Where I can wipe off her tears,
And can banish her fears;

Where I can kill the worries in her mind,
And can hide with her where no one can find;

Where I can cherish our relation so divine,
And can dance with her on summer of sixty nine;

Where I can talk with her freely the whole day,
And can make her laugh on my pj's all the way;

Where I can hold on to her so tight,
And can never let her out of my sight;

Where I can fly with her like a dove,
And can hug her with an unconditional love;

Oh god let me sleep forever;

Its the only place where I can be with her I seem,
And so I don't ever wanna wake up from my sweet dream...

I Still Remember

I still remember the day we met,
Two different persons with the same mind set;

Although I knew you since the high school,
But never trying to know you in the first place makes me a fool;

Interacting for the first time was just like talking to a fresher,
Believe me I never knew someday you'll become so special...



I still remember our first interaction that started with hi,
And it took no longer to bid goodbye;

Never thought that I'll go well with you,
But contradicting the statement soon it became true;

As the time flew by,
our conversations became somewhat more than the usual hi;

And as it takes some time for a bird to learn how to fly,
soon I started hating the frequently earlier used bye...



I still remember when I started to share my things with you,
And soon the barrier of being strangers between us blew;

Found a true friend in you as passed the time,
And begin to share those secrets with you which earlier were just mine;

Liked to discuss things and know your view,
And trust me asking a girl for her no. for me was very new...



I still remember how your happiness became a reason for my smile,
And the first time when your sadness made my eyes wet for a while;

Don't know how you became my closest friend ever,
Leading my life further without you is the thing I will think of never...



People say to find a true friend you must have done a good deed,
I believe to find you I had done many indeed;

Now I feel acquainting you was my worth most try,
Losing your friendship is something which can happen only if I die...

Will You Hold My Hand ?

Things have changed since I met you in my way,

Nights are no longer same and so are the days;

Your smile makes me happy,

And your tears make me cry,,

Wanna be with you with my open eyes, and with them close,

Is always there with you in the deep blue sky;

Have started loving the rains,

And have grown a childish brain;

Loves to listen whatever you say,

And wanna kill the difficulties in your way;

Loves every single thing which happens around,

And like to share it with the friends I have found;

Just need you indeed,

Will you hold my hand to make my life complete....?

Love is?

What is love..??

Its the feel which makes you warm,

Its the thought which sets you calm;

Its the hunger starving for food,

Its the fragnance of the rosewood;

Its the lost one who wanna meet,

Its the feeling in your every good deed;

Its a dead who wanna live,

Its the life you never wanna give;

Its the dream which afraids to wake,

Its the pill which you can always take;

Its the talk you have with your dears,

Its the eyes filled with happy tears;

Its the moment which gets you wings to fly,

Its the fish out of the water, who don't wanna die....