Thus Rise !

Innocents stay muted,
Their honour amputed.

We stay low,
As the bombs around us blow.

The takers never turn into givers,
That’s how inequality prolifers.

The shy is considered to be weak,
But light never fails to spread through a creak.

It’s a conjecture of those fools,
Who use emotions as their tools.

None can control the tides of time,
Weakness can be moulded into strength sublime.

Thus rise for it’s not the horizon you desire,
But the limitless sky that awaits your fire.

My first day at IIM Bangalore

Sweeping us into ecstacy,
This day finally dawned.
Finding ourselves engulfed,
In the seventh heaven and beyond.

May be a little lost,
Like an early morning frost.
But not so fragile we stand,
Rushed by memories of journey that spanned.

The wall’s exhilaration couldn’t even subside,
The green campus got our eyes open wide.
Mother nature adorning the Pritzker’s design,
Pleasure to the eyes and soul, manifestation of divine.

The names finally got their faces,
The many Hi-Hellos at all the places.
The euphoria never seems to cease,
With a delightful climate and pleasant breeze.

This place is undoubtedly the place to be,
A home sweet home and a family to be.
Day must give way to the night, but not today,
For it’s a dawn that shall never fail, we pray.

PS: Pictures have been clicked by various students of IIM Bangalore. You can check the Insta page of iimbangalore for more such pics. 🤘🤘

Mohabbat-ik-tarfa

Mohabbat-ik-tarfa hai khuda ka wo dastoor,
Na mera isme kasoor jo chadha uska fitoor.
Akele hi raaste napwaata hai ye kambakht,
Uske sapne saja chaen churata be waqt.
Mohabbat me uske ab ye tanhai bhi manzoor,
Na mera isme kasoor, rahta bas uska hi suroor.

Mohabbat-ik-tarfa Ko maanlia apna hamsafar,
Aarzoo me teri, palko se aansu shuru krte apna Safar.
Fir na Ruk paate aur bahte rahte din raat,
Bahte bahte sookh jaate yaad krke tumhari har baat.
Mohabbat meri fir bhi na hui kam magar,
Aarzoo me teri, naapi teri galiyan tera nagar.

Mohabbat-ik-tarfa ban gayi meri zindagãni,
Khud se hi krne laga tere liye beimaani.
Khubsurati kya hai, dekh tujhe maine pahchãna,
Khudkhushi kya hai, mohabbat me teri ye jãna.
Mohabbat meri aisi ki na chali meri manmaani,
Khud se hi chhin gayi har naadani jaani anjaani.

Mohabbat-ik-tarfa hai mera ek junoon,
Kabhi mere Dil ka chaen, kabhi meri rooh ka Sukoon.
Hai yakeen bhi mujhe, wo smjhegi is pyaar Ko kabhi,
Aur ayegi banke bahar, mitãne mere aansu aur gum sabhi.
Mohabbat meri hai uski ibaadat na koi fariyaad,
Kabhi mere jeevan ki buniyaad, kabhi mere saanson ki muraad.

My eternal story

There was a time so beautiful erstwhile,
When a scintillating red blush would follow my smile.
With the colour of love my petals flushed,
Like a falcon I would get the heartbeats rushed.
Resting on a throne of sparkling shades of green,
I was a precious offering to the king and queen.
Little pointy mountains guarded my throne,
I melted the mightiest hearts, all on my own.
None could second my exquisite floral fragrance,
Smooth and tender, blended with velvety radiance.
But now that I wither as time spares none,
The demolition of my throne has also begun.
Neither the sparkling green, nor the lovely red,
But a dark black-brown rust has become my scarlet.
The mountains eroded, flat dry land remained,
My beauty, my radiance, my vibrance drained.
I almost lost myself in some abyss of dread,
But an angel clasped me like a vintage at its best.
With the warmth of her touch I once again rose,
Like a perfect dream I smiled for her, in my pose.
Even on the brink I stand as the death dawns upon,
She made me the rose of a story that shall eternally live on.

Aadarshlok – Utopia

Aake milte hain indradhanush jaha,
Basaya hai maine apna ghar waha.
Khwahishon ki kashti hai mera vaahan,
Anginat armaano jitne hai waha saadhan.

Insaan bhi insaaniyat jaanta hai jaha,
Mukhaute bina rishte nibhata hai waha.
Na jhooth hai na hai fareb ka koi nishaan,
Khushi Khushi rahta waha har Insaan.

Na darti hai pariyan failane se pankh jaha,
Andhere me bhi basta raam rajye waha.
Phoolun Ko kuchalne wale na koi kadam,
Chida aur chidhiya dono hi hai Param.

Khwahishein Banti nahi zanjeerein jaha,
Rhoodiwadi soch nahi jakadti saansein waha.
Buland honsle bharte hain waha Udaan,
Kone kone me basti hai khushiyon ki dukaan.

Na koi bechara hai, na koi asahaaye jaha,
Na Darr failane wali chalti hai aandhi waha.
Jaha mamta ki kirne aur hai pyaar Bhari baarish,
Banaate indradhanush kare poori har guzaarish.

Where are you, Cupid

Where are you Mr Cupid,
Why don’t we find you anymore?
Help us, for we are stupid,
Or are your arrows left no more?

Has your bow got wrecked,
Or your wings lie dead?
For love hath utterly wretched,
And it now bleeds red.

No gizmos now blink,
No cosmos lug any sign.
Love now stands on a brink,
Wobbling about inebriated and malign.

Lamenting your absence, it weeps,
Loneliness now viciously creeps.
Why did you leave it high and dry?
Please come back else love will die.

And so Mr. Cupid returned to shower the love arrows,
and once again love spreaded through hearts and marrows.