kabhi kabhi hume akele bhi rehna chahiye,

kuch apne aap se batiana chahiye,

ye zindzgi nahi hai sirf logon ke liye,

ise kabhi apna bhi banana chahiye.

mujhko toh ab dikte hain sab rang bheegte hue se,

meri aankhon ko bha gaya ho koi jaise,

meri palkon par bhar gaya ho sapne hazaaron,

meri zulfon main basa gaya ho kaynaat jaise.

-HARMAN-

Kuch phool muzko bhoore aur safed dikhte hain,

kuch dikhte hain kale kale se,

kuch bheedh main mil jate hain akele akele se,

aur kuch rang badalte hain nirale nirale se,

kuch sookh gaye umar guzarne se pehle,

kuch khil gaye man bharaye se,

aaj kyun nahi koi lal gulabi,

peela,neela aur basanti,

kyun soona sa hai sara baagh bageecha,

kya kahin kho gaya hai iska maali,

har taraf aag aur toofan ka hai basera,

har disha ko maut ne hai aa ke ghera,

is viraane main ik jyoti ko jalana hai,

mere pita parmeshwar ko bulana hai,

phir phir se khooshboo ayegi,

phir phir se zindagi jee jayegi.

by: Harman.....

kale badal khelte the akaash par

baras gaye the bhar bhar kar

suraj ki chamak ke saath

bheegaya humein kal

boondon ko cheerti aa rahi thi kirne

mere pita ne ye kya roop dikhaya humein.

harman

"Asa tan joban rute marana tur jana asa pare paraye,

hizar tere di kar prakarma......tur jana asa pare paraye"

"Joban rute jo koi marda ,oh chann bane ya tara,

joban rute aashik marde ya koi karma vala..".

                                                       by-great panjabi poet ShivKumar Batalvi

Meaning-

i will die in my youth,will move ahead fully filled.

by  revolve around  the pain of your memories........i will move ahead fully filled.

whosoever die in youth will become moon or star.

lovers die in youth  or only fortunate

(Shiv's picture is posted along with my tribute to the great poet)

last week i met a friend

a lost friend i was searching for

days came back over again

we talk & talk for hours

i miss u MY FRIEND Vinni

HEY friends

'wish u all a very HAPPY DIWALI '

harman

so calm so quite the life is

never broken silence

uninterrupted

days passed away one by one

nothing changed

all are the same

monotonous

the shades of greys

just remain

those colourful days

my wonder years

gone away

just remains the pain

i couldnt paint now

couldnt percieve

my perception gone lost

lost in the real world

the dreams vanished

broken in pieces

i couldnt even trace them

all gone forever

or its just a phase

my colours will paint me

paint me allover once again

i am waiting for ...

harman

BUBBLE SPEAKS

life is so beautiful

full of colours

like a round bubble

it move, it fly

from one phase to another

unaware of our move

wandering here and there

we will loose our shine

we will break one day

ignorance is a bliss

whosoever unaware

is fortunate

enjoying,relishing

the beauty of "MAYA"

others are suffering

harman

i draw i painted i meditated on colours on lines.it was really always a pleasant experience.

untill one day,when i realised tht all is passing away,all is transitory,fake.

nothing is permanent,nothing will last forever.

happiness,desires,sorrows and pains,nothing remains the same.

we just hav to live the life of our part.there is nothing like fullfillment.desires never ends.

i shattered i tired just tried hard to pull myself out from this mud.

tht was a hopeless act.life for me a miraj,i ran after miles and miles,just couldnt even touch my expectations my dreams.

reality is hard to digest but life is like a running cloud,it fly fly and fade away with time.

unanswered questions striking my mind.i never satisfied.i never at peace.

HARMAN......