loneliness..

aa gayi na monks life usi mod par .....jahan se tum alag jaogi or main alag.  Bas itna karna k yad rakhna mujhe...tun bhi bahoot yad aaogi. Par sochta hun kisi or ki hone k bad bhi  kya main tumhe khud se alag kar paaoonga? Alag karna hi kyoo yar...u r the best happened in my life so far. I promise to b your best friend. tunm bhi rahna.

kuch Muhabbat Oorh lete hain

Chal Monkchu
khwabon me milte hain
k neendain baant lete hain
zamane ki nazar se door
kahin duur gum ho jate hain


jahan na hoga koi rokne wala
na koi khof ho tumhe dunia ka jahan barish Mohabbat ki 


Tumhare samne Main hun
 or mere samne Tum raho  Chalo kuch yun jee lain zindgani



to phr chal Monkchu 
khwabon me milte hain 
or kuch Muhabbat Oorh lete hain 

I

WILL

LOVE 

U

MONKS

TILL 

LAST 

MOMENT 

OF 

MY

LIFE

                U'l always live with in me....m not alone now.

Tumne humse kahin Thi jo baaTein..
Unko dohraaTi hain gam ki raatein..
Tumse milne ke din To gaye..
.
Haaye hum kya se kya ho gaye
.
Koi shikva na koi gila hai..
Tumse kab humko yeh gam mila hai...
Haan naseeb apne hi so gaye..

Haaye hum kya se kya ho gaye.
.
Saare sapne kahin kho gaye..
Haaye hum kya se kya ho gaye..

u r not with me.... Its al my fault my love.

I wish..

"She was always used to ask cutely..

'Would u buy me jewelery..

 if we get married?"

I wish i could gift her

 a necklace

 made out of

 these morning DEWS

   I miss u my Monkchu

Ek Rat Usne Ye Kaha.....

pyar se dekh mujhe..

or

chhhupa de phir..

in aankhon me hi kahin..

ye mera hi nahi..

logon ka bhi kahna hai..

k

kuchh to bat hai inme..

k

ham to..

jane kab se..

inke..

apne bane baithe hain.

             to my Cheeku

                 - Monkchu

Amrita Pritam with Imroz

Tere ishq ki ek boond

 isme mil gayee thee

Isliye maine umra ki

 saaree kadwahat pee daali

[ Your love has fulfilled me

And that’s why

 I have easily swallowed

 all the bitterness

 life has brought to me]

-Amrita Pritam

Kunwari (A Virgin)

O

When I moved into your bed

I was not alone— there were

two of us

A married woman and a virgin

To sleep with you

I had to offer the virgin in

me

I did so

This slaughter is permissible

in law

Not the indignity of it

And I bore the onslaught of

the insult

The next morning

I looked at my blood stained

hands

I washed my hands

But the moment I stood

before the mirror

I found her standing there

The one whom I thought I

had slaughtered last night

Oh God!

Was it too dark in your bed

I had to kill one and I killed

the other ?

A Poem
by

Amrita Pritam
 in “ Kaghaz Te Kanvas “:

Teri Yadain..

Aksar...

jab bhi hota hun kabhi tanha..

tab chupke se..

bina kisi aahat k..

barsaat k ghane kohre se nikal.

mujhe bahlane..

mere pass aaya karti hain..

teri yadain.

Phir raha karti hain..

der tak..

mere takiye k pass hi..

rat k bujh jane par..

mere so jane tak.

thanx for being there in my laughter n tears.....

Monkchu, me n late night calls

Pichhli rat ki neeli thand...

ab tak badan me ghuli huyi hai..
khumari bhi aankhon me..
ab tak kuch baki hai..
aaj ka din tukdon me ..
jhapkiyan le kar jiya..
kya aaj bhi wahi rat aayegi?


Late night conversations are usually the ones that mean the most. missing those talks

Chhoti-chhoti chhitrayi yaadein...

Chhoti-chhoti chhitrayi yaadein

Bichhi hui hain lamhon ki lawn par.

Nange pair unpar chalte-chalte

Itni door chale aaye

Ki ab bhool gaye hain –

Joote kahan utaare the.

Aedi komal thi, jab aaye the.

Thodi si naazuk hai abhi bhi.

Aur nazuk hi rahegi

In khatti-meethi yaadon ki shararat

Jab tak inhe gudgudati rahe.

Sach, bhool gaye hain

Ki joote kahan utaare the.

Par lagta hai,

Ab unki zaroorat nahin

Friendship Diaries.......

kuchh batain Neel k sath

Neel...a beautiful girl just like a blue bird..zinda dil, loves music, art n dance, inteligent n most imp a very nice human being. duniya me un kuch logon me se ek jo dil k bahoot achhe hain or mere dost hain. University k dino me kabhi kabhi Fauji boots bhi pahnati thi ofcourse jeans k sath. shayad ek ya do bar jab jab salwar kameez me dekha to pahchana hi nahi.....yad hai tumne ek bar library me ek moti si ghalib ki book nikali, shayad Diwan e Ghalib thi, then i came to kno, u r a hard core Ghalib lover...mere sath shayri ki batain to koi chahe sari umr bhar karta rahe so... mujhe achha laga. u r an amazing girl neel. ...lots and lots of adjectives can added to u. u kno i always wear hat, so just Hats off to you...
m sure we'l b friends for a long time. hai na?U kno I love to be in my own world bt Whenever and wherever in ur life, u feel like sharing something with me…u will find me standing beside u…n i kno u r also there with your ever-patient ears ....
 ...
kuch din pahle kuch mails exchange hui uske sath...ek or khasiyat pata chali k achha likhti bhi hai....
usi k lafzon me....
Neel...hmmm...
saagar ki gehrayi
aasman ki parchayi
neelam ki aarzoo
mein hi to hoon

she is from karsog..n karsog is a beautiful town n valley...
i wrote to her..
kya tumhare karsog ko bhi thand lagti hai....
Kya tumhara karsog bhi kabhi barf ki razai od kar sota hai..
 
iske jawab me usne likha...
mere karsog mein aaj barf ki chadar hai
thandi hawaon ne ise neend mein sulaya hai
us chand ko aagosh mein jis ne chupaya hai
wo deewana to ek guzarta baadal hai

once i travelled thru karsog valley n i recollected the memories of there with Neel with these words
barf me to karsog valley christian bride ki tarah lagti hogi....
tumhari karsog valley bahoot khoobsoorat hai....
bahoot bar wahan se gujra...
ek bar barishon k mausam me..
kuchh der ruk kar jee bhar kar dekhana chaha...
par ye to badlon me hi chhupti rahi..
shayad sharma rahi thi...
dil kiya gadi ki dikki me dal kar le jaoon...
kuchh der tak camera me band karne ki koshish ki..
par tukdon tukdon me hi bandh paya...
phir jate jate der tak tab tak dekhta raha,
jab tak aankhon se ye ojhal nahi ho gayi..
mujhe aj bhi iski wahi khoobsoorti yad hai...
ab ki bar ise chandani rat me sote huye dekhna chahoonga...
ya phir subah hone par jab ye angdayi le kar uthegi
 Neel to me
subhah ki angdayi par ye khwab gum ho jayega
bheegi os mein chamakta hua aks nazar aayega
karsog ke daman mein barf ke nazare nahin
ye uske aanchal ke bikhre hue faasane nahin
dur kahin pahadon ke oat mein
jahan pahad aasman chute hain
wahan barf ki chadar bich jati hai
mein kahin us mukam mein rehti hoon
subhah se dur us anjani sham mein rehti hoon

Stolen kisses & Interlocking Fingers

Beeti kahaniyan..

or

kuch bheegi yadain..

bhula nahi ye dil kabhi..

shayad..

kuch..

tumhe bhiyad ho.

Tumhari sanson me ghulti meri sansain..

ab bhi tumhari kuch mahak baki hai..

still remember..

those stolen kisses..

&

interlocking fingers..

Aadat hai voh...

khwabon k lifafon me...

kisson me, kitabon me...

fursaton ki baaton me..

arson se khayalon me..

thodi khoyi hui...

kab se soyi hui..

wo aadat hai voh.

Karvaton ki bahon me..

salvaton ki rahon me...

sahmi sahmi sanson me ...

surmayi si baton  me...

zid aisi chhoote nahi.. 

mujhse roothe nahi..

wo aadat hai voh..

intzaron me rahoon..

umr bhar main to rookun..

dil ko kaise dun sookun

us se main  kah sakoon.

yu juban pae chadi..

mahangi jo hai padi...

wo aadat hai voh

   khawabon k lifafon me...

Monku's n Cheeku's Dreams

i want to go..
hand in hand..
with you..my Monks..
to the cold snowfed mountains.....

when the late sun wil shine at the dusk..
here when i'l warm u..
with my breath..
n say all the things..

which i never said.
We'l make home here..
here 'we'l stay together..
forever..
till our last breath.

My Friendship Diaries...............

time fleets memories remain.

hi gaur..
trainining is all over..going back to the real world of mine.
kuch peeeche chutata sa lag raha hai...ye din bahoot pyare the. amazing hostel days...muthhi me band kar k rakhna chah raha hun..zindagi bhar sambhal kar rakhne k liye..kabhi socha hi nahi...ye din yun guzar jayenge..hamesha k liye kuch nahi hota hai na?.aaj jab ek pal k liye peechhe mud kar dekha... ye khubsoorat din thahar gaye the...sapno me jee raha tha...sochta tha bas yahi to duniya hai...bahar to kuchh bhi nahi..phir se ab us duniya me jana hai..jahan hai kuch jane pahachane ajnabi chehare...main dar raha hun gaur...

*******


aankhon ki palkon par tha pyara sa jo nazara..
dhuaan sa ban kar ud gaya kuchh na raha..
baithe the ham to khawabon ki chhaon k tale..
chhod k inko jane kahan ko chale..
kahani khatam hai...?
ya phir shuruaat hone ko hai...
subah nayi hai ye?
ya phr rat hone ko hai..
aane wala waqt dega panahain?
ya phir se milenge dorahe..
khabar kya...?
kya pata..?

m missing my friendz...anki, charu, reena, Ruchi, Bharat, Vikram,Zishtoo Bhai, Rajender Bro, Ashish, Nanta,Ghalib, Dogra,Kewla G, Dinesh Potan, Anil bro n Sandeep with some other good people...Pinku, Preeti, Apoorva, Pankaj, Debu, Suman G, neelam, Keshav g, Archna G n her frnd m forgetting her name, Arvind, Munish,Deepak, manoj, Surjeet N Sundru n,all the teachers esp. Neeti mam, Dipti mam, uma mam, anju mam, Neeraj sir, Anuradha mam, DM sir, the carpenters n Dadu.

Childhood Days.....

when.........................................................

Getting High" meant "on swing to nowhere"
"Drinking" meant "Rasana"
"Dad" was the only "Hero"
"Love" was "Moms hug"
"Highest place on earth" was "Dads Shoulder"
my "Worst enemies" were "My own siblings"
Only thing that could get "Hurt" were "Skinned knees"
The only thing "Broken" were my "Toys"

Sunday meant "cartoon show" on DD 1
and when "Goodbyes" meant till "Tomorrow

i wish ...........time runs back .

this is kneeraj missing his childhood....

Friendz

helloooooooooooooooooooooo ........ WORLD

on 30 Nov 2009 at 05:40 Warrior, Vikram n me were togather in my room at DIET Hostel SHIMLA.

Thats Mother

That's mother

When you were 1 year old, she fed you and bathed you.

You thanked her by crying all night long.

When you were 2 years old, she taught you to walk.

You thanked her by running away when she called.

When you were 3 years old, she made all your meals with Love.

You thanked her by tossing the plate on the floor.

When you were 4 years old, she gave you some crayons.

You thanked her by coloring the dining room table.

When you were 6, she walked you to school.

You thanked her by screaming, IM NOT GOING!

When you were 11, she took you and your friends to the movies.

You thanked her by asking her to sit in a different row.

When you were 12, she warned you not to watch certain TV shows.

You thanked her by waiting until she left the house.

When you were 13, she suggested a haircut.

You thanked her by telling her she had no taste.

When you were 14, she paid a month away at the summer camp.

You thanked her by forgetting to make a single call.

When you were 15, she came from work, looking for a hug.

You thanked her by having your bedroom door locked.

When you were 20, she asked you whether you are seeing anyone.

You thanked her by saying, Its none of your business.

When you were 21, she suggested you certain careers.

You thanked her by saying, I dont want to be like you.

When you were 22, she hugged you at your college graduation.

You thanked her by asking whether she could pay for a trip to Europe

When you were 25, she helped you to pay for your wedding.

You thanked her by moving halfway across the country.

When you were 30, she called with some advice on the baby.

You thanked her by telling her, Things are different no

.When you were 50, she fell ill and needed you to take care of her.

You thanked her by reading about the burden parents become to their children.

And then, one day, she quietly died. And everything you never did came crashing down like thunder on YOUR HEART.

IF SHES STILL AROUND, NEVER FORGET TO LOVE HER MORE THAN EVER.AND IF SHES NOT, REMEMBER HER UNCONDITIONAL LOVE

For u..Mom

i love u

Knrj

A MORNING DREAM

Mujhe....

khinchte..

uske geele adhkhule lab.

Mere kano me ikrara sunati...

uski ruki ruki si sansain.

mere badan me ghulti...

uske badan ki khushbu.

Sharam se jhukti..

or

band hoti palkain...

or

seene se sarkata aanchal...

or

sath me gujarate...

hamara afsana liye..

kuch khubsurat lamhe...

pani barsata ek khamosh aasman

or

is tufan ka samna karta main.

aaj lagta hai...

hogi koin gustakhi mujhse...

par muje pata hai...

aaj jalega..

sara zamana bhi mujhse...