Who knows the death after life...

"""Who knows the death after life. Few a last lines in the name of MAYA..."""

" I know words don't do magic and 
they wont be enough to bring u back,

I know this life is short to live, still 
I wish to have your love,

Oh God plz don't let this world go down,

My prayers may not be enough since
I wish to long live the town,

May be after 21st, it will all be dark,
til then I wont close my eyes to lose illuminance of spark,

Let me live the moments of freedom,
Let it be the untroubled kingdom of reason,

May be the neck is on the edge of knife,

Oh Lord I beg you moments of happiness,
who knows the death after life..."

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Manjil ki khusi...

Masum the hum bhi kabhi in kathor rasto 
me chalne se pehle,

Aediya hamari bhi komal thi waqt k sath 
daudne se  pehle,

Kaun janta tha manjil se pehle kaanto 
bhari ek dagar mil jayegi,

Nange paon chalte chalte itni dur aa gye hain k
ab lautna muskil ho gya ha,

Shayad makhmali un juto ka shukun mri manjil ki 
khusi se chota ha,

Par vo kehte hain chalta chal, gar ruk gya tu, 
tri kosise dhumil ho jayengi...

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VIJAY HA TU, HARE HUE TO VO PAGAL MATWALE HAIN...

Jab hosle kamjor pdne lagte hain,
Jab umide tutne lagti hain,

Sapne berang ho jate hain,
Khwahise dam tod deti hain,

Hasrat kam ho jati ha jine ki,

Matam ban jati ha har khusi,

Dukh ke ye badal hazar muskile lekar aate hain,
Par mat bhul, Seh-sawar hi jang-e-maidan me ladkhdate hain,

Takat tre bajuo me bhi kam nhi hai,
Khuda tere sath ha, kyu tujhe khud par yakin nhi hai,

Tod de jo muskile tre raste ki hain,
Jala de jo tasvire tujhe rulati hain,

Kamjor tu nhi tera sath chodne wale hain,
Vijay hai tu, hare hue to vo pagal matwale hain,

Kosis teri kabhi bekar nhi jayegi,
Naav teri bhi uss paar lag jayegi,

Chalta ja ho chahe kitne bhi lambe raste,
Badta ja aaye chahe kitni bhi muskile,

Muskil tre raste me vo imtihan aayega,
Mumkin teri zindagi me bhi vo mukam aayega,

Teri kahani me ab tujhe naya mod lana hai,
Lakshya ha ye jo har hal me pana hai...
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Jase sukhe phul kitabo me...

In gujarte lamho ki kahani tumhe yad ayegi,
Ye mausam bit jane hain, inki nishani tumhe yad ayegi,

Kuch khwab apni palko pe sja kar rakhna,
Lambi hain rahen ye kishti samhal kar rakhna,

Hazar mri umido k diye, tri roshni me jalte rahenge,

Hasti rahe aapki zindagi hum isi khusi me ji lenge,

Gujarte in palo ka ek lamha gar aye kabhi tri yado me,
Tha koi apna samjh lena, jase sukhe phul kitabo me,

Ho mumkin shayad mri yad fir tumhe kabhi aayegi,
Jiyunga us pal k liye, jab jindagi khud ko dohrayegi...

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Ek jate hue sipahi ka ankhri salam

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Ek jate hue sipahi ka ankhri salam,
Aaj ki shayri apke naam...

Kuch pal bite hue mri yado me 
laut kar aye hain,

Kuch bate bhuli hui in ankho me 
ubhar kar ayi hain,

Kuch wade unke mri palko ko
bhigoye hue hain,

Kuch sapne hamare jo umido ko
sajoye hue hain,

Kyu bechain ha dil itna, kyu tu mre
jehan me aati hai,

Khusiyo ka diya tere liye, mre hisse me
sirf bujhi bati hai,

Tu khush ha apni duniya me, tere liye
lakh duaen hain,

Kissa mri jindagi ka, andhere hain aur
nirashayen hain,

In andhero me roshni ki kiran me bhi
dhundh lunga,

Kat jati ha jindagi, bin tere me bhi
ji lunga...

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Question to reality.

                         Question to reality...
            “””Modernization of Indian women”””
                      ‘Gargi vs Sunny Leoni’


A great Indian woman ‘GARGI’ of history has aforementioned, ”Sampurn sundarta ek mahila ki pavitrata me ha, uski nagnata me nhi.” But definitions have been amended and values have been changed since ‘Sunny Leoni’ has become a positive role model and people turn to this cha

nge as they want to experience it in the reality. A question is here, do you really need this change? Can you accept it for your daughter’s future??
Epics articulate that the extremeness of KALYUGA or demolition of the humankind onto the earth will happen with the death of pedagogies, cultures, morals, civilization and religion. Not adhering to ethical or moral principles is the reason behind fulminant maturation of KALYUGA.
In ancient time Indian women were widely known and esteemed for their holiness, unswayedness and untouchedness but assimilation of Western culture brought with it the regretful weighs. Making modern in appearance or behaviour does not stand for violating the accepted principles of right and wrong.
Sexual practice before marriage shows the weak mentality and females are leading in this competition. Arouse sexual desire or interest, sexy clothes, aphrodisiacal poses etc are the only activities of most of the youths.
Remember, your activities of today is your child’s tomorrow...
Jitendra!!

Breakup- "Tears of string cut off from kite"...

Breakup- "Tears of string cut off from kite"...

Its a real story of my friend. Its about how it feel like when someone very close to you go away..

“”””Everybody having crushes. 1st time when feelings for your counterpart birthed in your heart, you feel like it is love. Some took a step ahead and some stop there to be one sided. I too had a love story but possibly the smallest one.
I app

roached her and proposed almost in a movie like sense modality with a ring. ‘Yes’ from her lips was more felicitous than bringing home the bacon. Those were the most estimable days of my aliveness. Movie with her, lunch, shopping, sharing every portion of time made me pleased and contended, more truly than anything did. But they say the moon light is of four days and then comes after are, “The Dark Nights”.
Our believing or what say mindset was in opposite directions. How could I say, who was wrong but I loved her a lot in the way she was. Why here I am looking up to myself? My intention is not roleplaying so but just to severalize the nuisance of a broken heart.
A few blood line I penned for her. These are most penny-pinching to my heart and soul. I sent it to her but the content is still undelivered since she has changed her phone number. Every minute of arc I ascertain my phone, in the hope of her message or miss call but I Fail to meet the expectations every time.””””
My friend all broke into tears when he told me his story. I realized first time, why men should not cry, coz they look ugly in doing so. I don’t know whether somebody could love to someone to this extent but the lines are...

Dua aapke liye ki har khusi aapki ho,
Gairo k kafilo me saji har mehfil aapki ho,
Muskurate aapke chehare ki hasi salamat rahe,
Gam k badal nhi, khusiyo ki dhup aapki amanat rhe,
Yu to jindagi kehte hain sabhi, choti si hai,
Shukriya mre khuda ka, gar keh de vo k tu sirf meri ha,
Meri shakl me chupa ek aur chehara dikhta ha aaine me,
Dhumil ho gyi ha tasvir shayad, kyuki rehte hai aansu mri aankho me,
Kyu mri khusiyo ka kissa itna chota sa tha,
Kyu dur tum chale gye, kya me itna bura tha,
Ab to khwahis ha k shukun ki nind so jaun,
Khatm hua intzar mra, kyu na uss khuda k ghar laut jau...
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I still untouched to love, I don’t know the meaning of it but this incidence reminding me, “Fall in love but not with a girl. Fall in love with an idea, with a passion coz every morning you will have a reason to wake up, a reason to smile and a reason to live and this will put in the mind your existence.
Jitrendra!!!

Jitu's composition!- Dedicated to all my Kashmiri brothers and sisters!

Ho gya ha savera, tum aankhe to kholo,
Mit jayega andhera, roshan apne dilo ko karlo,,

Kyu waqt kare barbad, hum ladne me,

Kyu na lad le aaj, waqt ko aabad karne me,,

Khwahis har dil ki, aashaye hum hi se hain,
Irade tumhare, Tamannaye hamari bhi hain,,

Ek roj thi khusi ki ab dil mil jayenge,,
Ummeed ab bhi ha, mre bichade laut aayenge,,

Mri galiyo me bhuke kuch log sote hain,
Teri galiyo me bhi iss manjar ki kami nhi,,

Chalo milakar khusiyo ka ek deep jalayen,
Aao apne kal ko khubsurat bnayen,

Kuch kadam hum chalen, tum bhi band darwaje kholo,
Mit jayega andhera, roshan apne dilo ko karlo!

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Jitu's composition! (Anna and two drunken gentlemen)- A part from the "Golden Years".

Once I was passing through the spatial location of Sahara mall Gurgaon. There near the stepping down towards the metro is a wine shop and an AHATA. In Delhi a very few people might have known about ‘AHATA’ but in Gurgaon most especially imbibers know about it.

“An ‘AHATA’ is a government accredited most proficient place for drinking alcoholic beverages.”  I didn’t apply these words to add into the definition but these were written on a board tagged to define ‘AHATA’ outside of it.

I crossed ‘Vipul’s Agora’, near to it was a stall of ‘Chicken soup wala’ where two people attracted my attention. I always used to trust that people after boozing discuss the nonsense and rubbish. But when I came across them, they were discussing on about ‘Anna’ and ‘Corrupt Media’.

One drunken gentlemen said, “When Anna was hero, media got news and ways to earn the money. Now Corrupted politicians had feed up everybody by money so all are displaying against ‘Anna’.”

2^nd drunken gentlemen- “Haan tu sahi keh raha ha. Even people will believe on what news channels deliver.”

1^st drunken gentle men- “Yes and also adult division of the population is straight linked to the news channels. They believe on what they proving as news.”

2^nd drunken gentlemen- “Sabke sab ‘HARAMI’ hain sale. Jitne ka corruption karte hain uska 5% bhi kaam kar lete to inke baap ka kya jata.”

1^st drunken gentlemen- “Do you know the difference between America and India?”

2^nd drunken gentlemen- “Han, America me har citizen ki value ha.”

 1^st drunken gentlemen- “I mean, I am asking the difference between Indian and American politicos?”

2^nd drunken gentlemen- “What is the difference?”

 1^st drunken gentlemen- “Tujhe ek kahani sunata hu.”

The story begins as-

“Once a young Indian politician invited by an old American politician for dinner party at his household. The American politician owned a 3-storey house, wooden floor covering in every room and a terrace garden.

‘You have a very gracious house. How did you reach it?’ Indian asked.

American took Indian to the terrace garden and said pointing to a high rise building, ‘Vo building dekh rahe ho, samajhlo 5%.’

Indian came back to the India and after 1 year he invited the same old American politician in household. From the airport he picked up the American in his BMW car while 10 Audis were in the caravan. Indian owned a house 0f 10-storey with inside and outside swimming pool, lawn adjoining the house, Italian marble floor covering in every room and many more.

‘Wow, very nice house. How did you reach it in this little length of clock?’

Indian took him to the terrace and said, ‘Wo samne building dekh rahe ho.’

There was nothing there. ‘Kuch nahi ha wahan to.’ American said.

India- ‘Samjhlo 100%’.”

Object Question- ‘Even drinkers are serious, when we will be?’

Jitu's composition! (A story based on the conversation of two individuals in Delhi metro.)- A part from the "Golden Years".
Once I was travelling in Delhi metro. I got on the train from AIIMS metro station. I didn’t get a seat. I acquired empty door’s side to yield a ground to my back. Two people seated on the tail end seat near to it.

They were talking over their work in office. Their conversation resembled me their frustrating sound box. They appeared like people from engineering desktop, wearing glasses probably of –ve 1.5 no.

One of them said, “Boss ko I don’t know muhse kya problem hai.”
Second from them- “Kaun Naveen, he is rascal. What he did with you?”
First one- “Apna to kuch karta ha nhi, roj late aata ha, me 10 minute late hua to meri class laga di.”
Second- “All these rascals at upper level management do nothing. We people do the real work and get nothing, instead blackguards.”
First- “Haan yar tu sahi keh rha hai. I am looking for a govt. job. Me chhod dunga yahan jaldi.”
Second- “Leave it man. I tell you a story.”

The story begins as-
“At one time the king of jungle ‘lion’ watched over the working of ants. They were carrying food grains. Lion supposed, other muscly somebodies can also do this and ants now deserve rest. Lion called ‘Cheetah’ for the same to act upon.
After a couple of days when lion once again travel to the same place, he found ‘Cheetah’ fussy in eating mutton, as the ants were doing work. Lion called ‘Monkey’ for the same body of work.
After a couple of days, when lion over again move around the same place, he found ‘Monkey’ slumbering, while the ants were doing work.

OBJECT LESSON- “Only employees at lower level work.”
Jitendra Harbola!

Jitu's composition! (Story)- A part from "Golden Years".

On a summer evening I was having a message chat with my a female friend.
  I like her a lot but never got guts to express her my feelings. During our casual chatting she (Maya) asked-

"Aur sunao."

"Kya sunau kuch nhi hai kehne ko." I replied.

Maya- "Kuch bhi nahi ha kya kehane ko?"

I don't had the quality of being unimportant. Circumstances demanded the best speak of me.

"Kehna to ha par ye waqt sahi nhi hoga, lamho ki najakat na hogi,
Shabd to hain kuch iss juban pe, par shayad teri izazat na hogi."
I said to left the best impression.

Maya- "Izazat ha janab, kahiye."

"It'll be awkward for you to accept the love but my heart realized. This feeling is better than the best I ever have." I said little to show and something to confuse her.

"Kehana kya chahate ho direct bolo na." She said straightly.

"I love you Maya." I said.
Continue...

Happy b'day to my dearest sister....
Swet ashwa-dhari ek raajkumar tere aangan me aakar, teri jholi kabhi na khatam hone wali swarn manjusa se bhar dega,,,

Khusiyan itni hongi, ki pushpo ki mehak tere bina adhuri hogi, aur bina tere chandrama bhi adhura najar ayega,,,

Bhagya tera har unchayi ko sparsh kare, aur ishwariya kripa anant kshitiz k saman ho,,,

Prasannit lakiren tere maathe ki surya-vyapi tejaswi ho, rekhayen tere hathon ki annant iss Prithavi jasi mahan ho,,,

Unnat mere hath jab bhi honge uske darbar me, avnat hoga mera seesh jab bhi prabhu charno me,,,

Maang lunga vo sab tere liye jo swapn me tha kabhi socha,,

Jo prabhu mil gaye swayam hi kahin,, jo mile vo arpan tujhpar,
Yahi hogi mangal kamna meri aur yahi hoga uphar mera....

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Moments when take me in your accompany,
I feel life much more beautiful.

When dreams allow me to live with you,
I found everything comes true.

Its you and your never ending smile,
Its a reason of happiness, but you keep me so only for a while.

I beg you a few moment from your busiest life,
I want you to hold both of my hands, let me have a love bite.

I promise, I stand by you for long last,
Happiness and sorrow, let me shape, let me cast.

Thank you God for gifting me such a wonderful life,
Thanks for everything, if that is not a lie

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Ek lakshya tha mere pas, me akela raston me chalta rha,,,

Ab ek wajah ha jine ki jo iss safar me hogi mere sath,,,

Dur kitni bhi ho manjil mujhse, ho chahe kitne bhi lambe raste,,

Parwah nhi ha ab, jo mujhe mil gya ha tera haath,,,www.jituscomposition.blogspot.com

Janta tha me ki ha bhagwan, ird-gird hi kahin mere,,,

Par ho gya aaj yakin, man gya me ki tu ha,,,

Jo tune dila diya mujhe apne hone ka ehsaas...

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"""MITTI MERE DESH KI, MAMTA MERI MAA"""


Mera janm tujhse hi hua ha, aur tu hi meri Maa hai,,,

Tere hone ka ehsaas har waqt tha mujhe aur hamesha rahega,,,

Par jo kabhi kharidi nhi ja sakti, vo tere aanchal ki chaya hai,,,

Tu kaun hai? Anmol hai! Iss baat ko mane tab jana, jab me tujhse dur chala gya,,,

Uss pal k aansu tune chupa liye the, par me janta hu, royi tu bhi thi kahin akele me,,,

Aisa kyu hota hai aur kab tak hota rahega???

Ye tu bhi janti hai, ye mujhe bhi pta ha, ki zindagi kuch lamho ki hai,,,

To kab tak ek Maa aur ek beta yu hi andhero me rota rahega?

"Meri umar bhi tujhe lag jaye" ye iss bar me kahunga maa,,,

Mitti mere desh ki tu hi hai, aur tu hi hai mamta meri Maa!

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Its not the wine, I want to enjoy the evening,

Its kite, I want to fly without string.

Everybody suggest a path to move on,

I will run when they say to steady down .

I know I'll lose 30 minutes of illuminance,

I won't rest half-an-hour, let me dream to a greater extent.

Let the sundown, let the moon rise above the horizon,

Oh my Lord, let me repeat a few moments, let my life do once again.

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Me Aur Meri Zindagi...

Aaj bhi jab ek pal k liye me apni aankhe band karta hun,,

Uski tasveer mere khayalo me ubhar aati ha,,,

Uski aankho ko kuch kehna tha shayad mujhse,,

Magar uski khuli julfen, palkon se jhagadti najar aati hain,,

Uski  band aankhen,,, mere dil me bechani ka tufan aane ko ha,,

Magar iss pal hi uski ungliya julfo se lipti najar ati hain,,,

Uski palkon ne ye kaam, ye anjaam mere naam kar diya,,

Rasta tha muskil, ye imtihaan mere naam kar diya,,,

Uski ankhon ko apni najro me utarana tha baki,

Uski saanso se jism sulagta par adhura khwab tha ye baki,

Soca likhta chalu,,, lambi hoti kahani magar,

Adhura khwab, tute pankh,, dur thi manjil aur rasta rah gya baki

Isi raste par ab aasiyane ki khwahis hai,,

Rah gujar kaun jane ki kab ho jaye ankhen chaar,

Tham chala ha waqt shayad ab mere liye,,

Kya hushn malika aur kya hushn-e-didar,,,

Fir sochta hun jindagi to hosh walo ki hai,

Kosis bahut ki par dur tak behoshi najar aati hai,,

Khud k hone ka yakin fir bhi tha shayad mujhe,

Par jindagi mujhe uski julfo me uljhi najar aati hai!!!

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