बस मेरे यार के लिए !!!

याद रखना यार ये तराना मेरा,
दिल के करीब है दोस्ताना तेरा.
आँसुओ में झलक जाता है ,
परछाइओ में नज़र आता है प्यार तेरा।

पहलियाँ सुलझाते हुए दिन डूब गए,
अंधेरो में उमीदो के द्वार छूट गए,
एक ही उम्मीद है मेरा ,
की फिर वो दोस्त आ थामेंगा हाथ मेरा॥

अगर उसे भी किस्मत दूर लेजाये मुझसे,
तो क्वाइश है की फरिश्ता दोस्त मिल जाए उसे ।
बेसाहारो से जीने में क्या है ?
है , अगर मेरी मुस्कान उसके होटो पे खिले !

दिल तो बस एक खुली किताब है,
इस में वो दोस्त और मेरा खिस्सा है।
बस मेरे यार के लिए ये तराना है,
चाँद लाफ्सो से भी ऊँचे पर टिकना है..

-Harita singh

DONT QUIT

THIS POEM IS VERY CLOSE TO MY HEART. THIS POEM IS PRINTED ON THE FIRST PAGE OF THE 12TH STANDARD TEXT. ITS VERY INSPIRING ...READ ON..

When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
When the road you’re trudging seems all up the hill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest, if you must ---but don’t you quit.

Life is queer with its twist and turns,
As every one of us sometimes learns,
And many a failure turns about
When he might have won had stuck it out;
Don’t give up, though the pace seems low---
You might succeed with another blow.

Often the goal is nearer than
It seems to a faint and faltering man,
Often the struggler has given up
When he might have captured the victor’s cup.
And he learned too late, when the night slipped down,
How close he was to the golden crown.

Success is failure turned inside out ---
The silver tint of the clouds of doubts---
And you never can tell how close you are,
It may be near when it seems afar;
So stick to the fight when you’re the hardest hit---
It’s when things seem worst that you mustn’t quit.
- Anon

LIFE ! !

LIFE,
LIFE ! the blessing bestowed by God,
It is for the felicity and the sacrificial trod.
It has been obsessing as well as drilling,
Breath-taking as well as damping,
But never forget there is always light at the end,
For which we have to amend.
We should be chill,
Without surrendering ourselves to the word ‘quit’,
Don’t set back your step due to peril,
Just put on the line and betoken your will

You can dance along the bushes wide,
You can be the person of ovemost pride

Be genial and impassioned towards your ain and wishes,
Dream through and live it to your zeal,
Be positive as your true friend will always pray,
And God lives right in your soul..

- HARITHA SINGH

OBSERVE CAREFULLY : THE BORDERS OF TREE AND THE GROUND SHOWS A BABY




















SEE THE PICTURE DONT U FEEL IT WEIRD....

shayaris

Kaisa din hai jo suraj ke dhalne se dhal jata hai,

kaisa wada hai jo tufhan ke ane se toot jata hai,

kaisa soch hai jo rishto ke badalne par badal jata hai,

kaisa hai ye jivan jo doosro ke kehne par chalta aur rukta hai...

Pankho ke udhan karne par hum dilkhush kehlaye,

suraj sang doobnepar nakamyab kehlaye ,

pathar dil par rakh dost ko apne khushiyan sopdi to farishta kehlaye,

haste hue guzar gaye to bas bheed mein ek admi kehlaye...

- HARITA

shayari

1. Kasmein hai jo dil tod jate hai,
dil hai jo dard de jate hai,
dard hai jo waqt ke sang chale jate hai,
aur waqt hai ki phir naye kasmein de jate hai

2. masoomiyat ki bhi kadar hoti hai,
waqt ko kat jae to chamatkar khehlata hai,
such hai to khuda sang hai,
joot ho to duan sang hai,
lekin yaakein mano to jo masoomiyat ki khadar karte hai,
we duniya ka nafrat aur khuda ke duan hote hai.

3. Mein kuch pyar ,kuch hasi
kuch aasu jama karti hoon,
beetien lamho ke narmi,
woh chanchalta ko seemat kar rakti hoon,
ye sab anmol kazana bas tumhare dil ke sath
vida karne ke liye hi karti hoon...

4. Tujhe rato ke andhero mein teri roshan manzil nazar aye ,
tufano mein bhi sitare nazar aye,
dushmani ke elako mein pyara sa dost nazar aye,
apko har dagar par khushi mil jaye ,bas tumhari zindagi...
meri in duao se guzar jaye

-- harita singh

PICTURES

see osama 's face. it has dead [eyes and ears] and alive [beard]words in it

There are 2 words in one.me [outside] and you [inside]

You see a face which has eyes[huts], nose[girl] ,and so on

jokes

Teacher : raj u cannot sleep in my class.
Raj: I can if u lower ur voice and do not pass by.

A boy walks into the library , goes up to the librarian and says,
“I’ll have a big Mac, a large fry, and a diet coke”
Puzzled the librarian tells him,” I’m sorry, this is a library.”
So the boy says [whispering very softly],”oh, I’m so sorry ….I’ll have a big Mac, a large fry and a diet coke.”

Conductor: ’Did u get home all right last night?’
BOY: ‘certainly! Are u insinuating that I was drunk? I was perfectly sober. Did u not see me get up and give that old lady my seat?’
Conductor: ‘that’s why I wondered, for u 2 were the only passengers on the bus.’


A man got his 4th child .He fills data in the birth certificate.
Mother: Sikh. Father: Sikh. Kid: Chinese.
“How come u write “Chinese” when both parents are Sikhs?” nurse asks him.
“aah”, replies the man,”it says in the newspaper that every 4th person born is Chinese.”


A tired man, on his way back from office, he got late for the bus. He ran after the bus and reached home huffing and puffing. He told his wife that he had saved Rs.3 by running behind the bus. Instead of getting an acknowledgement he got a big slap from his wife.
The man was puzzled. He asked his wife the reason behind the slap. His wife replied,” if u ran behind the taxi u must have saved Rs.70 instead of Rs.3”

kyon??

Ab kisi ke liye hasti hoon,
To wohi roolata hai.
Aasma se dhoop ki guzarish karti hoon,
To wo garaz padta hai.
Taro ko dekhkar muskura leti hoon,
To we chand ko dekhkar muskurate hai.

Dukh ka gada jab bharjata hai,
To nam ho jati hai ankhe.
Na umang hai na tarang,
Na koi humsafar, na koi dost hai,
Meri zindagi akela hai,
Gumsum sa hai…

Rote hoye na has sakoo,
Bas rat ka sahara hai,
aasoo chupane ke liye.
par phir subah ata hai…
Mujmein aisi kya kharabi hai,
ki log mere raste pe akar hi mud jate hai..
Kyon dukh hamesha saath hi,
kyon pyar pana itna mushkil hai,
kya guna hai mera,
ki sabhi mujhe tukhra dete hai.

Kyon??
--Haritha singh

At last I am left alone.

I was born as mortal - gift for my parents,
Was blithely nurtured with absolute care.
Sure was ‘me’ to withstand all frights,
Ascribable my possessed owns who gave my dreams the flight.

I strived to be the best in every aspect,
And faced all the threat.
Sacrificed love for the beloved,
Earned ally for satisfaction in life,
And benedictions worked...

Neither some context bestowed a privilege,
Nor truth I ever traced.
I don’t know why it happened so,
And never did I assayed to know.

People whom I enquired where are they departing,
They on contrary enquired where I am arriving...
No soul was plainspoken,
No one was true and gratified..

That killed me by heart stroke,
And all my feelings broke,
Even after so many good deeds,
I am left alone.

At home I had my relatives,
At way I had my wife,
At graveyard I had my son,
And at last I was left alone…
- Haritha singh