The Tryst of Truth and Lie

Tanhai...hay re tanhai...


Sunahara safar hai...tanha magar hai
Saathi kai hai.....anjaane magar hai
kabhi lagte hai apne....beganey magar hai
Hotey hai baatein...sannata magar hai


Tanhai....hay re tanhai....


Raaste anjaane .... na manzil khabar hai
Thaktey hai paanv... chalna to magar hai
Dikh jaate hai sapney.....andhera magar hai
Dhal jaata hai din.....adhoora magar hai

Tanhai.....hay re tanhai....


Rehta kareeb hai.....talaash magar hai
Na jaante usey hai....kuch vaasta magar hai
Dikhta nahin woh....dil mein magar hai
Kehta nahin woh....pyaar to magar hai


Tanhai.....Tanhai....

But ....Someone somewhere loves you always......

Woh aaye na aaye....Ummed magar hai
Keha ya na kahe....use pyaar to magar hai

Waqt ke karvat mein
Chand rishtey badal se gaye hain
Khushi ke guldaste mein
Chand phool murjhaa se gaye hain
Gam ke madiralay mein
Chand pyaale toot se gaye hain
Meelon ki dooriyon mein
Chand kisse mit se gaye hain
Apni hi parchaayi mein
Chand yaadein chup si gayi hain
Zindagi ki tez raftaar mein
Chand diye bhi bujh se gaye hain



Nahin badla waqt mein,
woh hai rishta mere iss yaar ka
Nahin murjhaaye guldaste mein,
woh hai phool humaare yaarane ka
Nahin toote kisi madiralay mein,
woh hai pyaale masti ke jham ka
Nahin mitey kabhi is doori mein
woh kisse hain niraaley shaam ka
Nahin chupey hain khud ki chaav mein
woh yaadein hai KV. Bhopal ke
Nahin bujhe hai zindgi ki tez hawaon mein
woh diye hai iss dost ke dostane ke..

Every semester there is a new crush
Whenever you flirt she does blush
With that indication you do proceed
Then she becomes your daily need



You see her in canteen or in bus
Initially she may make a bit fuss
Then comes from her a positive smile
That’s how its easy to travel miles
Talks are the everyday pleasure
Time spent becomes lifelong treasure



In her something you find so ideal
May be the nature or looks that appeal
whatever it is you fall in love
Then you are confused how to move


You make her special you make her close
Plan for an occasion to give her a rose
So quick and fast you do propose her
With a fear that you might  lose her
For her reply you are so curious
if she says no you are so furious
For some days you remain serious
Although wooing another wont be tedious
For some days your heart would have burned
for she must have not even turned
You feel she was the one you looked to
Till you get another one to hook to


It is a pity oh! So many times
not on you
but on those poor gals.....

When someone asks my pastime
I tell them that I paint
They remark me lucky to have
Such a relaxing pursuit
They never applaud my work
Must think it comes easily
I think it’s rather like childbirth
No pain..No gain


On the start of picture
Tis a sort of fidgety turmoil
Confusion fusion all in a boil
Make up a start first the mind
It goes automatically
The thinking brush
Totally absorbing say transcendental



With luck comes the point
In this crazy ritual
When the painting starts talking to me
It mirrors back the topographical naked truth
Rather say emotional truth
Like scanning for the gender



Now the horrible decisions
Is it finished? If I say
More will it say too much?
Modify? Or to Simplify?
Feeling almost smug
Gone through the labour
I have produced the baby



Unfortunately it isn’t
Promising for the very long
N I've to conceive another
A short term relief
Then again frustration
The need to try again and again
An artist’s work is never done



Then why do I do it?
I’m damned if I do it
I’m more damned if I don’t
A pastime not relaxing
But exhausting n taxing
A cathartic struggle
A driving need that
Rarely brings fulfillment



Now I’ve gotta care for the baby
As it is the result of my
Ultimate efforts so
Tis a part of me n
No shrugs please.