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KYA ISI LIYE ?


Ye mera dil
Dhoni dhoni kyon
dharak raha hai
Uske batting dekhne ko
phir ek nazar
kyon tarap raha hai.

Kya aan thee
kya baan thee
kya uske khel
ki shaan thee
uske balley mein
kya jan thee

Sri Lanka ko tou
jaise tore diya
Match ka rukh
hee more diya
Miandad ko bhi
peeche chore diya

Kya uske chaukey
toofani they
Aur chakke kya
aasmani they
Dhoni ney tou
dhoon diya
Murali ki bowling
ko bhoon diya

Phir akhri ball ko
jo diya ghuma key
Rakh diya fans ko
bhi youn hilla key
Aur India ko Cup
sey diya mila key
Kya hansaa woh
Phir khil khila key.

Kya modest woh
Insaan tha
Captain tou nahin
Bhagwan tha
Apni team ki woh
Shaan tha
World Cup Final ki
bhi to Jaan tha.

Jab jab woh scene
Nazron mein ayega
Dil mein ek leher
Si utha de jayega
Ankhon mein chamak
Bhi jaga jayega
Dil ki dharkan ko
Tez kar jayega
Yaadon ke phool
Bikhair jayega.

Kya isi liye
Hee mera dil
Dhoni dhoni
Dharak raha hai?

Category:

Cricket, India, MY POETRY

SUFI SHRINES


From within the graves
For peace they crave
As forgotten is
The message they gave
The unity they preached
Could never be reached
Ah restless they lie
With pain they sigh
So loud they cry
Their eyes bleed
And hearts weep
When senses get  numb
And sensibilities go dumb
As  bodies are shred
And limbs allover fly
Glass bangles break
Amidst screams and cries
When breadwinners die
As blood splatters
Their dreams shatter
Their shrines haunt
It’s peace they want.
Just peace they want.

(Context: On repeated suicide bombs on Sufi shrines).

Category:

CULTURE, Islam, MY POETRY, RELIGION

I am that Hand…


I am the hand of a patriot that lifts for allegiance to its beloved homelands.
I am the hand of a faithful that spreads for prayer for a victory for its team.
I am the hand of Sachin that will bat with a class to complete its 100th century.
I am the hand of Dhoni that will lose no chance of dismissal behind the wicket
I am the hand of Zaheer whose reverse swing shall get wickets crashing down.
I am the hand of Yuvii whose flawless efficiency in the field spares no runouts.
I am the hand of the billion fans who shall cheer their team to a great victory
I am the hand of the 16 souls who shall so deservingly lift the World Cup 2011.
I am the hand that will wipe tears of joy for being granted the moment of success.
I am the hand that shall rise to thank for being blessed with great compatriots.
Also:
I am the hand that will cheer the opponent team when they’ll play good game.
I am the hand that goes ahead to shake other hand no matter who it belongs.
I am the hand that joins with other hands to make a human chain for peace.
I am the hand that holds the hands which strive to make this world a better place.

Category:

Cricket, India, International, MY POETRY, Personal, Poetry, Social Issues

I am in Mohali


I am in Mohali
I am the gentle breeze blowing in Mohali
I am the the cool environ from the overcast skies in Mohali
I am the security ensured by the law enforcing forces in Mohali
I am the welcome hugs from the cricket loving residents in Mohali
I am the hospitality of the open hearted shopkeepers in Mohali
I am the smiles exchanged between the host and the guests in Mohali
I am the goodwill carried by the two Prime Ministers present in Mohali.
I am the square shoulders of the big wigs rubbing each other in Mohali
I am the excitement of the common man seated in the stands in Mohali.
I am the dignified calmness of the uber cool captain Dhoni in Mohali
I am the roars of the passionate and explosive skipper Afridi in Mohali
I am the cheers and acclamations of every good shot played in Mohali.
I am the screams and appeals aimed at the umpire for every out in Mohali.
I am the racing heartbeats of the spectators and the players in Mohali
I am the fear and killing suspense of the outcome of final overs in Mohali
I am the sportsman spirit coming alive, loud and visible in Mohali
I am the the beginning of the end of hate-each-other wave in Mohali
I am the spirit of love-thy-neighbour picking up once gain in Mohali.
I am the feeling of a bonding between the two neighbors so visible in Mohali
Yes I am everywhere in Mohali.

Category:

Cricket, India, MY POETRY, Pakistan, Politics

Desi Cricketers and Desi Cuisine


Sachin jab banayega century,
Pakistan ki puk jayegi nihari.

Shoaib ki bowling barsayegi golay,
India ka ho jayega poori-choley.

Sewag jab ghuma ke dega chaukey,
Pakistan ke lag jayenge tikkey.

Afridi jab wickets ki line lagayega,
Indian rasgulla pheeka ho jayega.

Yuvii jab urayega chakka asmani,
Pakistan ki phir dum hogi biryani.

Shafiq jab ghumayega chauke chakkey,
Indians ke ban jayenge gol gappey.

Dhoni jab na dega lene leg bye,
Pakistan ke gal jayenge siri-paye.

Akmal jab stump karke dega ball ko bosa,
India ka ban jayega crispy masala dosa.

Bhajji jo urayega batsman ki dhajji,
Pakistan ki roast hogi baluchi sajji.

Gul ki ball jab clean bold karayegi,
India ki to phir kulfi jam jayegi

Afridi XI jab Dhoni XI ke dant khatte karayega
India ko phir imli ka mazaa aa jayega
OR
Team India jab Team Green ko har chakhayegi,
Pakistan ke halaq mein Rohu ka kanta  atkayegi.

Kya chashnee bhara match khela jayega,
Har ball pe gulab jamun ka maza ayega

NOTE: Both the countries  live in my heart and both the peoples too dear to me to take sides with any team. So I decided to enjoy this match with our ‘desi’ flavours and delicacies.

LOVE YOU BOTH INDIA & PAKISTAN– NO MORE NO LESS

Category:

Cricket, India, MY POETRY, Pakistan

Heyy Dhoni and Afridi


Mahendra Singh Dhoni

You stir magic into the game of cricket
While stooping to guard behind the wicket
The bat is turned into a magic wand
When it swings up in your iron hand
Lo, the ball flings into an easy boundary
And electrifying the crowd all and sundry
Oh boy, you tall, dark and handsome
Who girls would kidnap even without a ransom.

Shahid Khan Afridi

Your attack with the bat makes crowd boom boom
Enough to send the bowler into a deep gloom
As you cross bat to flick it outside off stump
Ah, the ball flies for a six, the spectators jump
With your leg break come wickets crashing down
Off breaks and bouncers are other feathers in your crown
O’ man, such brilliant, bold and beautiful you are
So perfectly created to be called a ladies’ star.

NOTE: I love India and Pakistan as much, No more no less. Moreover so hard to choose between a handsome Dhoni and a beautiful Afridi. Hence I merrily  stay neutral. 🙂

Category:

Cricket, India, MY POETRY, Pakistan

I Wish I was That Heart


I wish I was a heart
You ask, Why?
I say, Why not?
Neither yours nor mine
Just a Heart.

I wish I was a heart
With no Hindu Muslim tag
Neither a doe nor a stag
Not a Sunni or a Shiite
Neither black nor white
Not even a pauper or a prince
Which never loses, always wins
And with love that binds
The other hearts, souls and minds
I wish I was that heart.

I wish I was a heart
Day and night that beats
For rest, it never retreats
That never says it’s tired
From God it is inspired
Who neither sleeps nor rests
Always striving for our best
Such be that caring heart
So selfless from the start.
I wish I was that heart

I wish I was a heart
Love is all one finds in its store
With empathy ingrained into its core
Compassion embedded within it’s walls
On mercy and kindness it always falls
Warmth and passion it gladly outpours
Envy and vengeance it wholly abhors
All that are so banal for a living
Yet so considerate and so forgiving
I wish I was that heart.

I wish I was a heart
Who’s color red is a delight
So sanguine, warm and bright
Into candies and chocolates it molds
And loads of sweetness it enfolds
That cuddly teddy bears, so dearly hold
On who’s valor and love, stories are told
For whom Valentines blow off their heads
Upon who’s breaking, many tears are shed
I wish I was that heart.

Category:

General, MY POETRY, Personal

I Salute You Japan



I see
It’s hunger
It’s cold
It’s homelessness
It’s radiation

I feel
It’s tough
It’s rough
It’s uncertain
It’s Hell

I watch
You’re calm
You’re brave
You’re patient
You’re resilient

I know
You’ll survive
You’ll overcome
You’ll beat it
You’ll thrive

Yes I know,
You’ll thrive
Once again.
Yes you will.

I salute  the mothers, the children, the old and the young men of Japan.
The whole world and I stand with you in this hour of despair.
I wish we learn the patience and perseverance from you, my friends.

Tears rolled down when I heard say a  BBC correspondent from Japan:

“When the food is distributed they patiently wait. All they get is half  a bowl of rice. Nobody complains. Incredible calm. This is First World Japan.”

 

Copy-Pasting this post from Facebook:

10 things to learn from Japan

by Ahang Rabbani on Sunday, March 27, 2011 at 6:27am

1.  THE CALM        Not a single visual of chest-beating or wild grief. Sorrow itself has been elevated.

2.  THE DIGNITY     Disciplined queues for water and groceries. Not a rough word or a crude gesture.

3.  THE ABILITY     The incredible architects, for instance. Buildings swayed but didn’t fall.

4.  THE GRACE       People bought only what they needed for the present, so everybody could get something.

5.  THE ORDER       No looting in shops. No honking and no overtaking on the roads. Just understanding.

6.  THE SACRIFICE   Fifty workers stayed back to pump sea water in the N-reactors. How will they ever be repaid?

7.  THE TENDERNESS  Restaurants cut prices. An unguarded ATM is left alone. The strong cared for the weak.

8.  THE TRAINING    The old and the children, everyone knew exactly what to do. And they did just that.

9.  THE MEDIA   They showed magnificent restraint in the bulletins.No silly report Only calm reportage.

10. THE CONSCIENCE  When the power went off in a store, people put things back on the shelves and left quietly

 

Category:

Art, General, International, Japan, MY POETRY, Peace, Social Issues

CIA-PAK Dosti Zindabad Zindabad


Celebrating the release of Raymond Davis…

Mere aziz  dost  CIA,

Mubarak ho mubarak ho
Ye bemisaal dosti hum dono ko

Mujh sey ab tak jo na tha  ho saka
Tum ne mere dost dey diya dikha

Islam ka jhanda sar buland kiya
Maqtoolon ka jab khoon-baha diya

Beshak hotey hain Islam dost woh
Karte hain Shariyat zinda javed jo

Qayamat mein hum zarur bakhshe jayenge
Gar Shariyat ko aise hi uncha dikhayenge

Hum tum jab us  jannat mein jayenge
Mil kar  Hooron ka mazaa urayenge

Dareyn is kambakht awam se kyun
Jalti jo rahe hamari dosti se youn

Peese ye awam musibat ki chakki
Karte  chalein  hum apni dosti pakki

Majaal kisi badbakht ki jo kuch kahega
Ye mohabbat ka silsila to chalta rahega

Jiyo mere dost raho khush abaad
CIA-PAK  dosti zindabad zindabad.

Apka wafadar,

PAKISTAN

Category:

Islam, MY POETRY, Pakistan, Politics, URDU POETRY

That: “I am the Master”


Thinking of how the world has changed for the Japanese in just two and a half minutes….

Mother nature convulses
In sheer fit of outrage
From Heaven yesterday
Turns into a Hell today
Mocking at man’s delusion
That: ” I’m the master.”

Earth throws tantrums
Shakes and trembles
Enfolds life along
Slides and shifts
Turns a mass grave
Ridiculing man’s illusion
That : “I’m the master.”

Oceans roar aloud
Rise high in fury
Sweeping all alike
Matchbox houses
Cardboard cars
Engulfing mortals within
Drowning peace with it
Decieving man’s fantasy
That: “I’m the master.”

Death, despair everywhere
Cities of yesterday
Become graveyards today
Houses, schools, bridges
Turn a pile of rubble
Mountains of tragedy.
Taunting at man’s fallacy
That: “I’m the master.”

( Written in the wake of 23 feet Tsunami and 8.9 Richter scale earthquake that shook Japan on 11 March 2011).

Category:

International, MY POETRY, Social Issues