जबसे तुमसे प्यार हुआ है

Wrote this again in the last BS class i would ever get (unless i repeat the semester). I love BS i must say because it bores you so much that you are bound to be creative ;)
Do read and Critisize.

Date: 25/04/2008

जबसे तुमसे प्यार हुआ है
कांटे भी खुशबू देते हैं
फूलों का तो कहना क्या

जेठ धूप प्यारी लगती है
छांह का तो कहना क्या
मुश्किल भी आसां लगती है
आसां का तो कहना क्या
शत्रु भी अब मित्र लगे
यारों का तो कहना क्या
दुःख भी अब सुख लगे
खुशियों का तो कहना क्या
जबसे तुमसे प्यार हुआ है
कांटे भी खुशबू देते हैं
फूलों का तो कहना क्या

इनकार तेरा प्यारा लगता है
इजहार तो आया कहाँ
ये दुनिया प्यारी लगती है
सपने पूरे हुए कहाँ
जबसे तुमसे प्यार हुआ है
कांटे भी खुशबू देते हैं
फूलों का तो कहना क्या

ये नैना तेरे बाँवरे

Date: 20/03/2008

ये नैना तेरे बाँवरे
जिया देख इन्हे जाए रे
छुप-छुप देखूं तुझे
चुप-चुप सोंचू तुझे
कि नैना तेरे बाँवरे
जिया देख इन्हे जाए रे ।

जब से है जाना तुझे
अपना है माना तुझे
ख़ुद से ही बातें करूँ
तेरे मेरे सपने बुनूँ
कि नैना तेरे बाँवरे
जिया देख इन्हे जाए रे ।

हो मुझमें कुछ ऐसा, थोड़ा खरा
आए जिसपे तुझे प्यार, भले जरा
सोंचू तू सोंचे मुझे
बस एक पल देखे मुझे
कि नैना तेरे बाँवरे
जिया देख इन्हे जाए रे ।

You Are Beautiful

I again wrote this in BS Class (what else i can do when everything bounces above my head). Do Read. Feel Free To Critisize.

Date: 21st April 21, 2008

Oh girl!
You are beautiful

You are beautiful
Oh girl!
You are beautiful

I love the way you stand
I love the way you dance
Love the way you look at me
I love the way you glance

You are beautiful
Oh girl!
You are beautiful

Oh I remember it was Monday morn
It was red that you had worn
And then you walked past me
And I love the way you walk
Oh girl!
Love the way you walk

Oh it was the Tuesday twist
Was searching you in miles of mist
And then you threw that smile at me
And I love the way you smile
Oh girl!
Love the way you smile

Oh then it was the waited Wednesday
Wanted to talk and have a say
And you came, said Hi! To me
And I love the way you talk
Oh girl!
Love the way you talk

Oh I loved the thrilling Thursday
Trying to be friend, come what may
And you came, talked, asked me out
And I love the way you are
Oh girl!
Love the way you are

Oh that was unforgettable Friday
‘I love you’ is all I wanted to say
But I heard you talking of someone else
But I love the way talk
Oh girl!
Love the way you talk

Oh it was the satirical Saturday
I was looking for truth, it came my way
You came and said it was he you loved
Yet my eyes couldn’t hide from you
Oh girl!
They said that I did love you

Oh it was sulking Sunday
When I thought you explained me love
I know now what’s that love
And I love the way you are
Oh girl!
Love the way you are

You are beautiful
Oh girl!
You are beautiful

Yes came the mundane Monday
I looked for you all my way
But then I saw you overlook
Still I love the way you are
Oh girl!
Love the way you are

You are beautiful
Oh girl!
You are beautiful

I love the way you stand
I love the way you dance
Love the way you look at me
I love the way you glance

Oh girl!
You are beautiful

You are beautiful
Oh girl!
You are beautiful

That January Night

This is the first short story i have written and completed (important!). Hope you all give this a read and feel free to critisize.


Date: April 9, 2008 (conceived 5th April)


I was tired after a long day at office. I took the usual route way back to home, first a cab then a bus, then walking. It was almost 25 kilometers from where we lived, because my daughter’s school was nearby. It was her birthday, seventh and I was late in her third consecutive one. It was already nine when I started walking.

I sped up. The sky was clear, the chilling january wind tearing my clothes away and I grabbing it with both my arms. There was no one on the road except the stray dogs barking at each other. They irritated me, what irritated me more was what my wife would say when I get back late. Though I was tired, I sped up.

When I reached the very narrow lane I usually use as a shortcut, I heard someone sobbing. The sound had so much pain in it that I stopped, and I noticed that it was not just someone but some many. The noise was coming from a hut nearby, I took a few steps towards the sound became clearer and I clearly heard a woman, saying something in very gibberish tone. I didn’t get what she said but I knew the family was in trouble. I thought that I should help but I was getting late. In deed I was and I couldn’t afford to annoy my wife. I started off again for my home.

When I reached home, everything was ready, the cake, my princess, my guests and of course the look in my wife’s eyes. My daughter looked very beautiful and was really happy to have me there; I could see that and that made me very happy. The party went on fine and my wife didn’t talk to me the entire night.

The next morning on fourth page in a corner I read ‘Peasant family commits mass suicide’.

I could feel the morning Sun on my face. I looked up to it.

Will You Tell Me

Date: Thursday, April 03, 2008
Time: 8:00 p.m. at the Rehearsals of Mausam ko na jaane kya ho gaya

Will You Tell Me

Date: Thursday, April 03, 2008 (Modification on 17th April)
T ime: 8:00 p.m. at the Rehearsals of Mausam ko na jaane kya ho gaya


Will you tell me whether
If you ever
Think of me

Will you tell me whether
If you ever
Feel for me

Will you tell me whether
If you ever
Think of me

For I
For I
For I always think of you
For I always feel for you

Every morning the first thing I do
Is I think of you
Every morning the first thing I do
Is I feel for you
I think of you

Will you tell me whether
If there was a night ever
When you couldn’t sleep
Because you were thinking of me
For i
Have spent hundreds sleepless nights
Thinking of you

Will you tell me whether
If there was a night ever
When you rolled on your bed
Thinking of me
For I
Have rolled miles on my bed
Just thinking of you.

Will you tell me ever
If you ever
Think of me

Will you tell me ever
If you ever
Feel for me

Will you tell me ever
If you ever
Think of me