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.

3 o’ clock muse

Wo tumhe chor kahe,
Tum shor samajh bhula dena.

Chori ki rah par chale bina,
Shauhrat itni kama lena.

Ped par lage falon par pathhar padte rahenge e-dost,
Apni kaamiyabi samajh unhe bhi apna bana lena.

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. ๐Ÿค˜๐Ÿค˜

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 zindagรฃni,
Khud se hi krne laga tere liye beimaani.
Khubsurati kya hai, dekh tujhe maine pahchรฃna,
Khudkhushi kya hai, mohabbat me teri ye jรฃna.
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, mitรฃne mere aansu aur gum sabhi.
Mohabbat meri hai uski ibaadat na koi fariyaad,
Kabhi mere jeevan ki buniyaad, kabhi mere saanson ki muraad.

My glass paintings

Well here are few of the glass paintings that I made some time back. Probably a long time back ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ™ˆ

It was unfortunate though ๐Ÿ˜ž, coz one of them got shattered into pieces. And another one got newspaper stuck to it ! ๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ™ˆ๐Ÿ™ˆ๐Ÿ™ˆ

Well anyway, I am sharing them here. I wonder if they are good enough ๐Ÿ™ˆ Please do share your feedback! ๐Ÿ˜‹๐Ÿ˜‹