Desh ke Aham Masle par ek Aam Soch…..

Urooj ke tamaam masaail ko chhodkar…
Dair-o-haram ki ladai me Uljhe huye hai Log…
Insaaniyat ka padha saara paath bhoolkar…
Insaano ki kataai me Uljhe huye hai Log…
Jinda Logo ki parwaah yaha koun kare…
Murdaar ki bhalaai me uljhe huye hai log…
Beeti baato me deen ka masla gadhkar…
Bujhi aag jalane me uljhe huye hai Log…


Mere bhai jara insaan ko insaan samjho…
Yahi sikhata hai deen dharm aur gyaan samjho…
Gar nahi tumse padosi bhi khush ho agar…
Kya dikhlaaoge muh bhagwaan ko mar kar…


Teri ibaadat to din raat ki thi maine magar…
Ek lamha bhi insaan se mohabbat na ki..
Ye baat tum Khuda ko samjhaaoge kaise…
Mar kar use muh bhala dikhaoge kaise…
Jisne Insaan ko Insaan ke liye paida kiya…
Saath rahne ka nizaam rakha dars diya…


Bas yahi ek baat samajhna hai Jaruri…
Hara aur Kesariya dono hai Jaruri…
Dono ke beech Desh ke Amn ke liye..
Shanti ke sufaid rang ka hona hai jaruri…


Dono hi baraabar ka hissa hai Tirange ke…
Desh ki har sadak, har gali, har muhalle ke...
Isliye jab tak na milenge hum sab ke kadam…
Unnati door hai, Jhutha hai Urooj ka bharam…
Aao milkar kare hum khud se ye Vaada…
Desh ke aade nahi hoga kabhi apna dharam…


Kyuki koi dharm nahi bair sikhata humko…
Na hi Insaaniyat ka Dushman banata humko…
Desh ke waste kuchh karne ka tareeka deta…
Dharm to Desh pe Marne ka saleeka deta…
Hum ne Kitaab ke us panne ko padha hi nahi…
Jo hame Watan ki mohabbat ka wajeefa deta…
Aao milkar kare hum khud se ye Vaada…
Desh ke aade nahi hoga kabhi apna dharam…!!

Umra ke Badhne se ye Hua hai ke......

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

    Aisa Veerana ki Zindagi na rahi…

    Saans lene ki Jaise Azaadi na rahi…

    Wo ek darakht jaisa lagta hai…

    Sehra me ab bahaar bhi na rahi…

    Samandar ki tej lahro se lad kar…

    Saahil se milne ki Umang hi na rahi

    Umra ke badhne se ye hua hai ke…

    Wo hasi-mazaak, wo Dillagi na rahi…

    Mujhse hokar khafa wo chale to gaye…

    Phir unke chehre pe wo hasi na rahi…

    Ab ke koi Shakhs mera naam na le…

    Mujhme pahle si Aashiqui na rahi…

    Taabinda mahlo se hua hai yakeen…

    Shahar me Gurbat-o-Gareebi na rahi…

    Gareeb ab ke kis tarah karenge guzar…

    Shahar me unke liye Roji na rahi…

    Pahle to mujhko bhi yahi lagta tha…

    Zindagi ab magar bebasi na rahi…

    Bachke jata bhi to kaha “Zeeshan”…

    Saath Mere ab Awargi na rahi…

- Is Photo ko Dekhkar jo Khayaal Dil me aaye....

- Is ka ek optimistic version under construction hai...

Ajnabi Chehro ki Bheed me...Hum Log

Bahut Bechaini hai bade Shaharo ki Bheed me....na jaane log kaise jeete hai. Yu to Bheed ka koi chehra nahi hota, par bahut se chehre hi milkar bheed banate hai aur jane anjaane hum khud bhi isi bheed ka hissa hai...

Pahle Mumbai aur ab Banglore (yani ki bangaluru)..ek hi mahine me maine Bharat ke do bade shaharo ki bheed ka hissa hone ka gourav prapt kiya hai...har ek chehra yu to bheed me ek nayi kahani keh raha hota hai...aur usi bheed ko kos raha hota hai jiska wo khud ek hissa hai par unme se kuchh Jinda log aise bhi hote hai jo us bheed me hi hona chahte hai aur bheed unki samanya jindagi ki ek mahati ichchha hai....wo akele nahi hona chahte ya phir is bheed se hi unhe Jindagi ki Jindadili ka Ehsaas hota hai..kaaran akelepan ka bhay bhi ho sakta hai...!

Khair...is bheed ko dekhne ke baad mere man me ek vichaar paida ho gaya hai ki mai bhi isi bheed me hu aur alag se kuchh bhi nahi...jald hi is bheed me...jindagi ki doud me kahi kho jaaunga...aur pata nahi is bheed me apni ek alag pehchaan bana paaunga ya nahi jo ki hamesha hi ek mahatwakaankshi man ki akanksha hoti hai...waise hi meri bhi hai...to ye ek Dar hai...Bheed me kho jaane ka Dar...Apni alag pehchaan na bana pane ka Dar...par is Dar se Darna nahi hai kyuki....Dew ke Aid me Writer ne kaha hai "Dar se Daro mat Dar ka Saamna karo kyuki Dar ke Aage ki Jeet hai...!" beshak dar ke aage Jeet hai....To Insha allah hum Bheed ka hissa hote huye bhi Is bheed me alag Chehra banenge...!!

To is bheed ke liye...mere liye...aap ke liye...apne man ke aatmasantosh ke liye...

Jinda Logo ki Bheed me Khud ke Khone se Darta hu...

Aadmi hu isliye Mai Aadmi hone se Darta hu...

Gum na ho jaaye kahi is bheed me Insaaniyat...

Is ek anjaane se Dar se Mai roz Darta hu... 

To rahe jinda hamesha mere man ka Zameer..

Bas yahi prarthna Us Ishwar se Karta hu...

Aur apni Jindagi me aisa kuchh hai karna Jaroor...

Door ho jaaye wo dar jisse Mai Darta hu...
Aameen....

Shab Bakhair  !!!

Ek Haseen Haadsa....

[At Goa Airport…while waiting for Bangalore Flight IC-594]

Wo ghazab ke Husn ka ek Nayab haseen Manzar…
Mere Dil ne Poochha usse Ai Haseen Gum ho Kyukar…
Mujh par bhale na karna saya-e-nigaah-e-naaz…
Par ye to batati jao tumhara Dhyaan kaha hai Kis par…
Uth kar chale gaye jab wo, aankhe wahi jami thi…
Aur dekh rahi thi unke khwabo ke dilkash manzar…

Aana hua jo unka phir apne mukaam par…
Nazre Mili jo unse waha us mukaam par…
Dil ne aah bhar kar kaha ke Ai Khuda…
Ye Flight delay kyu nahi ho jaati aur further…
Par ye to hona hi tha Flight ko jana hi tha…
Kyukar taras wo khati humare nazuk dil par…


Faasla unse Flight me halaanki thoda hi tha…
Par Dilo ka Faasla to Meelo ki Doori sa tha…
Wo Doori ghat na paayi...wo Taar jud na paaye..
Saath unse mera bas kuch palo hi ka tha…
Flight jo pahuchi Bangalore, Saman leke lo chale hum..
Kuchh der baad unka wo Deedar Aakhiri tha…
Thodi hi der me wo ojhal hui nazar se…
Aisa laga yu mano Ye pyaar Aakhiri tha…


Lo hum chale udaas Jaanib-e-hotel magar…
Aata raha unka hi Khayaal raaste bhar…
Dil unki yaad se mayassar bana hua tha…
Hatataa na tha Zehan se Airport ka wo manzar…
Par ye kya dekhte hai hotel ke reception me…
Ek aur husn ka Mujassma khud se hoke Mujtar…
Ek aur Haseen Chehra Ek aur Haseen Manzar…
Aur phir ye Dil ne socha Ankho ne phir ye dekha…
Wo ghazab ke Husn ka ek Nayab haseen Manzar…!

Ek Dost jo Dil ka bahut Ameer hai....

To Nikhil,

Bahut behatar bahut umda jo ek Kirdaar Paya hai…!

Wo Shaksh jo apno aur dosto ka Sarmaaya hai…!!

Kare baate to lagta hai ki jaise phool jhadte hai…!

Ye Gulshan me mere jo ik bhramar apna sa aaya hai…!!

Teri achchhaiyo ka misl milna hai bada mushkil..!

Ke tujhsa dost aur Insaan milna hai bada mushkil…!!

Badalna mat kabhi tum, kyuki isme ek khatra hai…!

Jo pahle se hi behtar ho uska badalna hai bada mushkil…!!

Mohabbat hi mohabbat hai sabhi ke waste usme…!

Jo ek andaaz aur pyara sa lahza usne paya hai…!!

Uske ausaaf ka koi bayaan Mai kya karu Zeeshan…!

Kalam ne khud uski taareef me ek geet gaya hai…!!

Wo jo Dost hai jo Rafeeque hai....!

Mere Dil ke Itna Kareeb hai.....!!

Ke harek pal me hai shaamil wo..!

Wo bahut mujhe Ajeez hai....!!

(Kirdaar –Charitra, Misl – Udaaharan, Ausaaf- Gun, Rafeeque- Sathi)

Wishing you a Very Happy Birthday…with a note that:

I am honored and obliged to have a person like you in my life...I am grateful to God that he made you...Truly you are one of the nicest human being, I have ever met in my life….Shukriya Zindagi….!!

May God Bestow all his blessings on you…

May your all wishes come true… (Off course the legitimate ones)

Mohammad Zeeshan

13-09-2010

On the date which is having its own significance

Khwabo Ke Rang...

Colors of My Dream..

Sorry Guys I couldn’t feed you for last 4-5 days. You may call it my laziness or I was busy doing nothing these days. By the way, Happy Teachers Day to you all. And please do realize that, this day should be wished to your Mother also because she is the first and the utmost teacher in each and everybody’s life since birth. So here I am wishing all the mothers by way of my blog “happy yours day” & we owe you all the days of our life. My loving Salaam to all the Mothers in world.

This is the last “Ashara” (10 days of the Month is called Ashara) of the holy month Ramadaan, today is 26th of Ramadaan and this holy month is about to say Good bye to all of us. Last Friday i.e. 3rd September was the Zummatul Alvida (last Friday of the month) and I am sad that I could not offer my Zumma Pray with Jamaat (Group of Muslims who offer their pray together behind a representative called Imam). Probably, 10th of September, Friday would be the Eid-ul-Fitr urf Meethi Eid (probably because it depends on the Moon). May be we will meet some time in between as we have 5 days in hand.

From last few years, a thought is running in my mind that I should write a book, should be an author (I don’t know when this thought has taken shape in my mind, but I think after reading “Five Point Someone by Chetan Bhagat” most probably 3 years ago a seed has been put). Definitely not now because I have to work hard for this. Firstly I need to learn some lessons of life & to gain some experience of life and secondly but very important work which need to be done, is to improve English, my vocabulary. May be I will write this book after 3 or 4 years, but I would like to discuss some aspects about the book, which are conceived in my mind.

Subject of the book:

Basically I wanted to explore the limitations in one’s life which he/she encounters. Being a human and moreover being a social animal, mankind or womankind have to have some or many limitations in life. So the book would be the story of one family where various characters will be there with their own limitations. Main character of the book would be “Me”, off course the fanaticized avatar of mine with lots of ups and downs during the 25/28 years of life. Moreover a young boy who has struggled & lived up with many expectations viz parent’s desire, family’s expectations, friend’s expectations, teacher’s expectations, beloved expectations (Yes off course I will fall in love at least in my book, It’s my book dear, I can fanaticize whatever I want) and most importantly One’s own fight with himself, his priorities, his career, his beliefs & disbeliefs, his morale, his attitude and his helplessness sometimes.

Title of the book:

Initially the name of my book was “Vertical Limits”( honestly I don’t know from where that name came in my mind), but yesterday I came to know that in the year 2000 a Film has been released with the name “Vertical Limit” directed by Martin Campbell. Hence the name of book can’t be that similar, I have the following options:

• Inherent Limits
• The Limits
• Unfold Limitations
• Unfolding Limits
• Beyond Limits
• Other-Suggested by you. (each and everybody is welcome to suggest the title)

(Now you have to suggest me a proper title for the book as you know the content of Book)

Enough for the day Guys, time to go the bed it’s already 5:00 AM of the morning.

Shab bakhair, Shubh Raatri, Good Night…..Although there is no night ahead…!!!!!

Ohh I am extremely sorry, I know many of you love this part of the blog most. To aapke liye hi kuchh likhne ka prayaas kiya hai par aata hai Shaayrari ka fan aate aate….Chand Sher meri Ghazal ke aapke Noor-e-Nazar Karta hu:

Darmiyaa maine bahut kuchh Sambhaal Rakha hai…
Hasrato, Chahato, Ummeedo ko Paal Rakha hai…
Kyu na dekhe Khwaab hame batao Zara…
Inse hi to Humne Khud ko Sambhaal Rakha hai…
Nakhuda ho na ho Hame to hai Khuda pe Yaqeen…
Humne Samandar me Kashti ko Daal Rakha hai…
Ai Zeeshan Mat Kuredana kabhi tum Apna Dil…
Na jane tumne bheetar Kitna Bawaal Rakha hai…

Confessions of an Honest Heart…

1st of September, 2010

Today, I would like to share one Story with you:

There was a 9 year old boy in a middle class family in small village, studying in 5th standard. One day when he was spending a lot on his needs and deeds, one of her classmate saw him counting a huge amount of cash and exclaimed with the feeling that how he got so much of money. In the evening, she told her mother about the incidence, the Lady, fortunately or unfortunately was the neighbor of the boy’s family. Mrs. Saabira Bano told that incidence to the boy’s mother on the same day. Boy’s mother with anxiety conveyed her husband the same and both then called up the boy and asked him about the money. The boy was shivering from unknown fear of being beaten up by his father.
They asked the Boy “How you got hundred bucks?” The boy didn’t reply.
The Father then slapped him and shouted “you started stealing money from the home.”
The boy was started sobbing till then.
Mother asked him with intense care “tell us beta! How you got the money.”
Boy then replied “Last night when I was studying at courtyard, money came to me flying. I didn’t steal it.”
Instantly, nobody has shown belief on his so called story of flying money and the father beaten him up continuously for an hour to know the truth but the reply was same
“Money came to me flying.”
[Fear & embarrassment of pronounced as a thief, couldn’t allow him to tell the truth. The truth, that he had stolen the money from his grandfather’s paint’s pocket.]
Finally the Mother concluded to save her child that
“At the courtyard grandfather’s paint was lying last night, may be the money dropped from his paint’s pocket and the boy got the same accidently. So please let him take some breath of relief now.


The boy had firmly sticked to his reply, so everybody finally believed him and sang his bravery’s song that he didn’t change his statement even after beaten by his dad so badly. That day, boy learnt a new thing that if a “lie” is presented with such perseverance then an illusion rather long lasting illusion can be created on other’s mind that it is the truth. The boy in future many times had stolen money from home & shop for his needs; though he could have asked his parents to give him money for his legitimate needs but if once the target is achieved through manipulation successes fully becomes a habit and an easy way out of the problems of life for the weak people like that boy. However somewhere in his mind, he noticed that his Father and uncles know the fact that he use to withdraw money from shop’s safe but nobody has asked him regarding the same.


That boy is suffering from his childhood disease till date, although he had managed to give up his habit of stealing but couldn’t change the habit of lying and I am asking you to pray for him....So please pray with me…..Get well soon ZEESHAN…..!!


& Finaly Some Lines in the End….
Tanha Tanha sa tha Mai ab tak…
Zindagi sahta raha Akele Mai…
Sare Apraadh mere Mujhse ladte hai…
Mere Antas ko tang Karte hai…
Inko ab Mai Nikal Fekunga…
Sare sapno ko Tumhe Sounpunga…
Inka Faisla ab Tumhe hi karna hai…
Inka Faisla Soch Samajh kar Karna…!!!

Take care guys...we'll meet soon again...