YOUR values?
YOUR definition of nations?
YOUR plans for other’s lives?
YOUR imaginary friends?
on this tiny inconsequential spec of dirt
Guardians of what?
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Guardians of what?
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Poetry on last day of college
Recently a few students of Aligarh Muslim university approached me to record a poetry for their seniors to be played on the last day of their college . This poetry was a gift from the current batch to passing away batch on their farewell.
I loved the gesture and am happy to have been able to contribute
Poem composed by: Dr. Aftab & Abid Nadeem Nomani , shatir
This poetry style was inspired by my older poem : Nostalgia ode to college life and friends
Haye ye kaisi ghari aa gai hai
Musibat ye kaisi bari aa gai hai
Dil ye karta hai, aansoo bahata rahoon
Khud bhi rota rahoon, aur rulata rahoon
Kitne haseen pal the, jab yaha aaye the
Nadan wa be aqal the, jab yaha aaye the
Ghar se door aaye to bara darr lagta tha
Kaise kat payega mushkil safar lagta tha
Kabhi humko batate the ye kaam galat hai
Baron se oonchi hai awaz ye baat galat hai
Kabhi dantna aur do batein sunana
Fir agle hi pal aakar seene se lagana
Wo bhi kya din the jab senior se darte the
Darr ke mare classon me raha karte the
Magar wahi bare jo paraye lagte the
Hame har waqt nazron me bithaye rakhte the
Unki judai se ye aankh bharr aai hai
Kalam kaanp raha,awaz bhi bharrai hai
Unka wo chhoti si baat par humse rooth jana
Aur fir kamron me aakar khud hame manana
Wo baat baat me hame bura bhala kahna
Magar tahzeeb ki batein bhi bar mala kahna
Kuch bhi ho ,tumse bahut kuch seekha humne
Tumse jeene ka saleeqa seekha humne
Tumse har mor par wafa hi wafa payi hai
Chot pahunchi jo hame aankh teri bhar aaihai
Jab kabhi guzri hui baton ko yaad karta hon
Tum se har aan mulaqat ki faryad karta hoon
Kya tum hame tanha chhor jaoge
Kya tum kabhi laut kar nahi aaoge
Hum jo thokren khayen to sambhaloge nahi
Kya hame ab andhero se nikaloge nahi
Kya mere dilko tadapte huye dekhoge
Kya meri aankh baraste huye dekhoge
Bahut si baten aisi jo keh nahi sakte
Magar kahe bina bhi rah nahi sakte
Hazaar shikayaten hon sub maaf kar dena
Tumhare bhai bahen hain maaf kar dena
Zara dekho in ankhon ko kaise roye jati hain
Jo inme noor thaw o noor bhi ye khoye jati hain
Tumhare baad ab is dard par marham nahi hoga
Hamari zindagi me pyar ka mausam nahi hoga
Kaun lafzon ki jadoogari sikhayega
Kaun likhna padhna hame sikhayega
Fail hone par kaun hame himmat dilayega
Kaun naqal karne ke tareeke batayega
Tum na hoge to dharne pe kaun baithega
Administration ki galtiyon pe kaun bhadkega
Tum se seekha hai mohabbat me inkar na karna
Tum pyar to karna magar izhar na karna
Tumse seekha hai ustad ki izzat kya hai
Tumse jaana hai ki sachi mohabbat kya hai
Tum chale jaoge to hamara ladakpan bhi jayega
Jawani bhi jayegi, hamara bachpan bhi jayega
Bahut yaad ayega guzra zamana
Marhaba ki pastries wo bobby’s ka khana
Wo munna wo jeetu wo rabbani ki chaye
Wo mamoo ki biryani wo momos fry
Tum hi the sabhi kuch tumhi ja rahe ho
Ye kiske hawale kiye ja rahe ho
Hame rulake tumhe bhi sukoon na ayega
S.S hall aur shame I.G na bhool payega
Hamare saath ameer nishan ki yaad ayegi
Fir uske baad raton ki neend jayegi
Abhi bhi yaad hai bina sherwani dining jana
Aur har lukme ke sung tumhari daant bhi khana
Hawai chappalon ke sung murga bana diya tumne
Ajeeb hunar tha murge se anda dila diya tumne
Zindagi meri adhoori hai adhoori na rahe
Tum jahan bhi raho bus dil me doori na rahe
Dard me hain suhaib aur gham me zafeer
Aankh me aftab ki hai yadon ka dher
Kahin aisa naho waqt ki andhi me kho jao
Fir uske baad humse milne na aa pao
Zindagi me milne ki faryad karte rahna
Mil na paye to shatir ko yaad karte rahna
Aftab hai mera nam aur ye tha mere seniors k lye ek chota sa paigam
A man burned my house, killed my wife and maimed my son
I ran to the neighbours to beg for help, food for my son and roof to sleep
Only to be labelled as the man who burned my house, killed my wife and maimed my son
It was not my choice, or my dream or even my option
to beg my neighbour for help, for food and for shelter
But I am not the man who burned my house, killed my wife or maimed my son
You Slam the door , shut the windows and pull the drapes
because you fear i might burn your house , kill your wife and maim your son
Trust me,I know the pain, the loss the suffering
I come to you as a human, literally begging, seeking help
its not my choice nor my dream nor my option
A man burned my house, killed my wife and maimed my son
I am just paying the price for being born in the wrong country
I am not that man, I am not that man, I am not that man
#SyriaBurns #RememberRefugees #Humanity #HelpTheRefugees
Read disagree attack
Just abuse, no logic or thought
generation dumbing down complete
its not what is right
but what should be right that sells
generation dumbing down complete
Man calls out a thief
while murdering and looting
generation dumbing down complete
being corrupt is wrong
unless you are worst of em
generation dumbing down complete
Read disagree attack
Just abuse, no logic or thought
generation dumbing down complete
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Religion of peace #ParisAttacks
Religion of peace
mine is religion of peace
and pressed the trigger
#ParisAttacks
If Nirbhaya happened now ,
there would be another protest,
against protesters.
The times so twisted,
Question is not why the protest but,
What right to protest.
Rain ,a cup of tea
Some soul music to go with
Life, I have arrived
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Who are we
Who are we ,
A speck of dust
A thread of imagination
Are we Gods,
Gods of our own creation
Which we created
Created to build something greater
Something to forget our mortality
Something to become immortal
Are we creations
For amusement of the mighty
or beings to fulfill a higher purpose
purpose so high that the creator could not achieve it
So we were created
as the higher form of the highest
Could we be simply be the computers
made to answer the ultimate question
or to find the ultimate question
Could we be just the question itself
A question which once asked destroys the ultimate
Or creates one
We could be just meat-bags
accidents of nature, freaks
just thinking stones and dust
Who are we ,
A speck of dust
A thread of imagination
Since long have I waited for this day
wondering what ahead of me lay
I used to say, for years I survived this
then how come when its over something seems amiss
A lot is left unsaid and unheard
a lot of memories still unstirred
Who will now make my nick names
who will take all my blames
with whom will I bet on the lyrics of a song
was it dong dong or bong bong
Who will be my wingman when I hit on someone
who will be my support, when there is no one
Remember?
When we decide to study the entire night
but end up gossiping till its bright
Who will tell me all my awards are trash
maybe I should sell them for some cash
Ohh those days
When we used to sit and laugh at someone for no reason
When talking to a friend’s enemy was nothing but pure treason
When we could call dibs on anyone we saw recently
and all dibs would be treated pretty seriously
Who will tell me I am great ,when I am down
and when I am flying too high, will drag me down without a frown
Who will be my michief maker and partner in crime
Who will fight with me over just a dime
During exam times who will wake me up and ask me to run
But then also pour cold water on me ,just for fun
Who will call me from back seat and ask me to look at front
then laugh when I take the teachers brunt
I dont know if this will happen again
please tell me we will meet again
There is lot left to say
how I wish these times could stay
Life will throw a lot of challenges and there is a danger
Someday our best pal might be a stranger
it will become hard to recollect names
forget our old stupid games
you can laugh at me today I wont mind
Will save it to bring a smile on my face
when life gives me the grind
~By Madhur Chadha
Nostalgia English
Since long have I waited for this day
wondering what ahead of me lay
I used to say,for 4 years I survived this
then how come when its over something seems amiss
A lot is left unsaid and unheard
a lot of memories still unstirred
who will now make my nick names
who will take all my blames
with whom will I bet on the lyrics of a song
was it dong dong or bong bong
Who will be my wingman when I hit on someone
who will be my support, when there is no one
When we decide to study the entire night
but end up gossiping till its bright
Who will tell me all my awards are trash
maybe I should sell them for some cash
Ohh those days
When we used to sit and laugh at someone for no reason
When talking to a friend’s enemy was nothing but pure treason
When we could call dibs on anyone we saw recently
and all dibs would be treated pretty seriously
Who will tell me i am great when i am down
and when i am flying high will drag me down without a frown
who will be my michief maker and partner in crime
who will fight with me over just a dime
During exam times who will wake me up and ask me to run
But then also pour cold water on me ,just for fun
Who will call me from back seat and ask me to look at front
then laugh when I take the teachers brunt
I dont know if this will happen again
please tell me we will meet again
There is lot left to say
how I wish these times could stay
Life will throw a lot of challenges and there is a danger
SOmeday our best pal might be a stranger
it will become hard to recollect names
forget our old stupid games
you can laugh at me today I wont mind
Will save it to bring a smile on my face
when life gives me the grind