stay hungry, stay fat... - mantra for slim personalities

stay hungry, stay fat... - mantra for slim personalities like me ;)

Kyo ki aaj ye diwana engineer, shaayar jo ban gaya hai

Paise ki chaahat se ek ladka... nacheez se engineer ban gaya...

Daud ti zindagi me piche naa reh jaye issliye khud ko badlte chala gaya...

Settle honi ka junoon uske maan pe itna sawaar tha..

Iss liye na chahte hoe bhi kaam.. karta chala gaya

Kaam ke siwah usne kabhi kisi cheez ko dekha naahi tha...

Kyo ki career mein piche rehna usne kabhi seekha naahi tha...

Ghar lene ke khushi mein .. loan leta chala gaya

Loan chunkane ke chakkar mein.. job change karta chala gaya

Car lena ke sapne mein.. har pal dubta chala gaya

Sapne mein ladki ko.. mast car mein ghumata chala gaya ;)

Jab dekhi koi manzil.. to sapne mein khota chala gaya

Bechaara apne maan ki awaz ko khamoshi me chuupata chala gaya...

Har din har raat... appna 100% deta chala gaya

Har aadhe saal me incentive se aapna performance napta chala gaya

Itni jagdo jahat ke baad... ghar aur car to le lee :)

Par uski malkeen ko talashta reh gaya... talashta reh gaya... :(

Lekin abhi uske jeevan me ek naya sa mod aaya hai... ;)

Kyo ki aaj ye diwana engineer, shaayar jo ban gaya hai... ;)

Maan chahi manzil kaafi kareeb dikh rahi hai...

Lekin ye kabkth khumba kyo bich me aa gaya hai? :(

Hum unse baat karne ka bahana hi dhund te reh gaye...

Lagta hai iss manzil ka bhi rasta hum se alag ho gaya :(

Aaj diwali ki raat mein sara jaha jag maga raha hai...

Lekin mere jeevan mein kyo amavas ki raat chayi hai.. :(

Bhai itna soch rahe ho to jaarur koi gum ki baath hai...

Zindgi me akele kitne chaloge.. kya koi aap ke saath hai? kya koi aap ke saath hai?

Note: Poem is fictitious and has no relation with any living entity

- rbk

Canteen ka woh Kona

Ek kone me mein tha.. who thi dusre kone mein..

Mein iss se anjan tha.. aur woh bhi thi anjane mein..

Aaj tak uss se hum ne kabhi baat tak naahi ki hai

Kaise kahun? shabd bhi apne undar sharmaaye se gaye hai

Jheel ki ankhon se jub woh sambhal ke dekhti hai..

Maan karta hai uss shaant si jheel me naav banke tair jaau..

Uun gulabi hoton pe jub komal si muskan aati hai..

Maan karta hai uss muskan ke takiye tale khayalon mein kho jau..

Hathon ki naajuk kalai se jub woh apne reshmi julphon ko sehlati hai..

Maan karta hai uun reshmi julphon ki gehrai me khud ko duba jau..

Uski tarrif mein kya kahu, shabd kum paadh rahe hai..

Baas itna samzhlo usko paane ke baad aur kuch bhi paane ki "tamanna" nahi hai ;)

Usse milne ka, izhaar karne ka bohot maan karta hai..

Par kambkth kya karu usske inkaar ke tension se jee ghabra jata hai..

Aaj kal uske hi Khwabon mein khoya hua rehta hoon..

Bheed mein bhi kabkth aapne aap ko aakela paata hoon..

Kuch to 'unusual' sa hua hai.. Jo pehle kabhi naahi mahsus kiya..

Maan kehta hai bohot hui purani zindagi kabhi to baan ke jee naya..

Lekin pata naahi mere iss sukhe nassib ke matke mein kya likha hai..

Registan mein kuwa to dikh gaya.. baas aub usme jeevan (pani) ki hi talash hai..

Lekin ye engineer ki zindagi bhi bade aajeebo gareeb khel rachti hai..

Zindagi bhar khubsurat chehre dikhake... sirf "dead lines" ko hi paane ko kehti hai.. sirf "dead lines" ko hi paane ko kehti hai..

- rbk