bada muskil se ye samjhata hu ghirne ke baad khud ko

sikh jaunga hunar ek din, logo ko parakhne ka

pr kanha pta tha, takdeer hai na ki khel bacho ka

yanha khel khilono se nhi, biswas se khela jata hai.

sab milte hai julte hai, har gam bantate hai

yanha log dosti kam, hesiyat naapte hai,

wo din the jab khel khilone mitte ke or dil sona hua krte the.

bada acche the din jab hum bache hua krte the.

subha jalti uthate, jab khabar akhabar nhi log sunate the

pehle log milte the krte the baat, ab log jamane mein whatsapp pr najar aate hai

rehne do jitna bolunga usse jyada rolunga ye kahani nhi jo khatm ho jayegi,

jndagi hai koi picture nhi, jo tension k baad happy ending ho jayegi,

roj ek panna padta hu apni jindagi, or kuch sikh jata hu.

kuch kahani bhi aati hai aisi ki, mein ro jata hu

.

manna krta hai ye kitab kahi khak ho jaye or

janha jindagi khubsurat na sahi, pr raak ki tarah saaf ho jaye

ye nhi ki mein darta hu, imtahano se

mein bhi ensan hu, darta hu baimano se.

roj biswas krta hu, samajhta hu apna sab ko.

kanha sab ki kismat achi hoti sabki, farishte milte kanha hai sabko

by:MKS 

jo rehte hai masgur, hunar tarashne mein,
chand sabdo mein unki tarif krne ki meri aukat nhi.#teachersday

by mks

mein bhi befikr reh sakta hu, auro ki tarah
mujhe takleef lene ka shauk nhi hai

har pal sehta hu, tumhari nadaniyo ko
kya mujhe narajgi ka haq nhi hai,

roj chillna, wo takrar bhi karna, bada ajeb lagta hai,
mera kasoor kya hai, kya mere padana tumhe ajeeb lagta hai,

mein befikr nhi reh sakta, jo halat tumhare hai,
jo jite ho pal, baise hi pal bite humare hai,

jo li hai jimmedari, bakhobi nibhaunga,
kuch bhi karlo nadani, par behtar tumhe mein hi banunga.

dekho bahi roj roj aana, wo lecture wo details mein samjhana baccho ka kaam nhi hai
bada muskil kaam hai padana bachho ko, ye bachho ko kaam nhi hai,

kya lagta hai wo naam or mujhe upadhi dena mujhe,  mujhe maloom nhi hai
bas ye soch leta hu, ye saitani bache hi krege, ye bado ka kaam nhi hai,

kuch logo ko lagta hai mein har pal unse ladta hu,
kambhakto ye to samjho itno mein se tumhari fikr krta hu,

ek din ho gya befikr, mein to samjhoge halat kokeemat meri samjhoge, jab samjhoge apne aap ko

mein bhi befikr reh sakta hu, auro ki tarah
mujhe takleef lene ka shauk nhi hai

har pal sehta hu, tumhari nadaniyo ko
kya mujhe narajgi ka haq nhi hai,


                                                                        by:
                                                                            mks

mudato baad lote hai tere seher mein, ek tere alawa kuch na badala

bas ek ghadi ki haer faer hai galib, bas ek pal lagta hai naam badnaam hone mein

                                                                                    by

                                                                                                       mks

ab ke baras sawan ne hamse sarat ki, hamare ghar chod kr sare seher mein barish ki

na jane kis ghadi mein hamne apne asiyana chuna, khud apne hatho se musibato ka fasana likha

ap kise kahu  kasorbar  meri barbadi ka. 

kya mukaddar mein kharabhi the mere, ye mukhadar mein tera aana tha

                                                                                     by: Mks

lord shiva to bhakt(cse student): mein tumhari tapasya se prasann hua, bolo kya mangte ho,
bhakt: bhagwan jyada ki iccha nhi hai, ye gadi bangla sab bekar hai mere liye(abhi) bas GATE or WINDOW or APPLE dilado.

lord shiva:do you really think, i m unaware about these thing, you are not only one, who demand these things, but i cant understand in this kalyug people pray to me for bhangla cars,wife, wealth but you all cse bachha's have no any moh maya. ok tathastu
bhakt:(with happiness): omg what was that, i will get place in window and gate.
(after a year)he found a gate and window and a bucket of apple, and a letter, content was like.(beta as you demanded, all things are only for you, and but i care you, now syllabus are available on website, start studying, and choose the best book, all the best, and exam date alse declared)
bhakt shocked bhole baba rock

कभी सीने से लगाती है
कभी माथे को सहलाती है
औलाद की ख़ुशी के लिए "‪माँ‬" झूला भी बन जाती है।।
"आखिर माँ तो माँ ही होती है! "