Honsale

Ruth jati hai takdeer kbhi, badal jata hai wakt bhi,

Daga dete hain apne bhi, gir jate hain unche takht bhi….

Gar aye bura wakt bhi to apne honsale na tootne dena,

Thame rakhna hath umeed ka, kbhi sath na chhootne dena.…

Ye honsale hain parinde, udte rahte hain asmanon me,

Baz nhi ate ye kbhi bhi, takdeer ko asmaane me…

Dhoond late hain ye rozana, zindagi ka dana,

Aur bhool kar saare gam, gaate hain masti ka tarana….

Mat puchho in honsalon ki hadon ke bare me,

Parinde hain ye, nhi jante koi sarhadon ke bare me….

Par… Ate hain vo din bhi, jab toot jate hain ye honsale,

Kat jate hain inke par, bikhar jate hain inke ghosale….

Mat poochho us din, in honsalon ki haalat ke baare me,

Koi soch nhi hoti us din, raahat ke baare me….

Par, fir se uth kar ud jaate hain umeed ke akash me,

Ashkon ko ponchh kar aashiyane ki talaash me….

Nikal padte hain fir se tinkon ko dhoondne,

Ek ek tinka bin kar, lag jate hain aashiyana jodne….

Har takleef ko taakat bna kar,

Har dard se bhi dawa ko chua kar,

Ek khwahish toote to hazar saja lete hain,

Aur chhoti chhoti koshish se mukkadar bna lete hain….

Ye honsale hain parinde, udte rahte hain asmanon me,

Baz nhi ate ye kbhi bhi, takdeer ko asmaane me…

Gift of God

If the sky above seems cloudy,
And you are left out in the rain,
If you are searching for a rainbow,
But the colors bring you pain,
If your world is not revolving,
And there is no end in sight,
If you are looking for the sunshine,
But all you see is night,
If all around are smiling,
But all you can do is frown,
If you are tired of all this living,
When life just brings you down...

Then look beyond your teardrops,
At the wonders of this land,
The beauty of a flower,
Like velvet in your hand.
Feel the air around you,
The smell of new mown hay,
Laughing children in the park,
The innocence there at play...

Imagine floating with a butterfly,
As she flutters between the trees,
Or the whispers of the ocean,
On warm hot summer’s breeze,
Think of the taste of candy floss,
As it melts upon your tongue,
Or the melody of morning birds,
As they greet each day with song,
Remember words of beauty,
Told in your mother’s embrace,
Feel the gentleness of her touch,
As she softly kissed your face...

So Bless this age your are living in,
With the gifts of GOD you can bestow,
Don’t disregard the stream of life,
Go gently with the flow...