Haan har zarre ki aukaat dhoondta hu,
Mai har dar part Tera Ehsas dhoondta hu..

Mil jaati hai mukarrar haalat kisiko,
Mai har mausam me Tera andaz dhoondta hu.

Khatm nahi hota safar is manzil ka,
Mai zarre zarre se apni pehchan poochta hu..

Mar na jaanu kahi apne zameer se ruswa hoke,
Isliye aaene me apne rukh pe shikan dhoondta hu,
Chahta bahot hu tujhe anwar-e-gulistan,
Lekin

hEaViEr tHaN hEaVeN...

Hey guys.... 

So once again all of you have to go through a pain. 'Coz I am writing again. And this time the topic isn’t going to be anything else but my all time fave -- Kurt, Kurt Cobain. It isn’t going to be about Kurt or anyone else, but me... Me, me and only me, but yes, dedicated to Kurt. I think this bit I can do for him.... At least...

 It goes as:

HEAVIER THAN THE HEAVENS

I don't know about the world,

And I don't even know about the generations,

I always wanted to be lost in myself,

And my very own world seems heavier than the heavens...

I find myself smiling at moments,

And fading heart's color on the walls of crayons,

I feel my childhood instincts rising again,

And my conscience isn't ready to bear the wagons...

I die and take birth each day for myself,

And vaporize my tears in the scorching heat of the sun,

I recreate myself for the world all the time,

And my each reincarnation is heavier than the heavens...

In the end, as I prefer to end all the things on the note that actually was Kurt's last statement(though written): "Its better to burn out than to fade away..."

Nevermind...

Ambar...

FiRsT sMoKE oF tHe yEaR...

Hellozzzzzz once again.. So..... I am back with yet another poem of mine... And the story behind it is really special. Though its name is First smoke of the year, first of all it was not written on the 1st of jan or so.... And this poem was written on the 14th February 2006, that means in the times when I used to smoke. And it was me, remembering the start of the year and the night.. Lets go on with the poem:-

FIRST SMOKE OF THE YEAR

That was the first night of the fame,

And I greeted it with,

a part of tear, a part of rain.....

I just didn't think of the loss or gain,

And I reburnt my soul with,

a part of smoke, a part of flame.....

Paranoid of sadness kept hitting me again and again,

And I lie buried under it with,

a part of grave, a part of sand.....

Life challanged me everytime to be in the frame,

And I kept losing in it with,

a part of time, a part of game.....

Regards,

Ambar

Untitled....!!!

Helllloooozzzz once again... Today I am going to present a poem whic i actually wrote about 7 years ago, but fortunately or unfortunately, I was never ever be able to make out a title for this poem. It deals mainly with the end of the kargil war... And I am calling it Untitled.... mind it, its the best name I can think of this poem.

UNTITLED......

To this day, to this day,

The ever elusive answers engulf,

the raging fire within,

the infinite train of questions,

moves at cosmic speed...

I turn to god,

I turn to the devil,

I turn to the god men,

but the questions multiply...

The sun rays absorb all the water,

And I lie buried beneath the sands,

The desert stretches,

beyond the lands...

The temple tower topple,

And hang in the air,

echoes from the minarets,

end up in wounded silence...

My questions and me sink into another,

confronting everything and finally nothing,

Not for nothing, 

A question mark, shapes my being...

iTs mY PaRaDiSo.....

I exactly know whats going on your mind.... that what the heck..... another poem and another pain.... ha ha ha.... that's why i say---- "JHELO JHELO....", But before that, some GYAAN about it..

Anyways, don't be confused with this poem or the word. It has nothing to do with actual paradise or something. Actually, Paradiso word comes from a theatre named PARADISO which is in Amsterdam. Paradiso is a music venue and cultural center in Amsterdam, the Netherlands. The venue is inside an old church, which has been transformed into a music venue.

Paradise was opened by the city in 1968 as a publicly-subsidized youth entertainment center. Along with the nearby Melkweg (Milky Way), it soon became synonymous with the hippie counterculture and the rock music of that era. It was one of the first locations in which the use and sale of soft drugs was tolerated. From the mid-1970s, Paradiso became increasingly associated with punk and new wave music, although it continued to program a wide variety of artists. Glen Matlock played his last gig with the Sex Pistols at the Paradiso. Starting in the 1980s, raves and themed dance parties became frequent. In May 1995, the Rolling Stones played two semi- acoustic concerts at the Paradiso, Scalped tickets reportedly sold for many thousands of dollars. Recorded tracks from these concerts were released on the Stones' stripped album later that year. Keith Richards said that the Paradiso concerts were the best live shows the Stones ever did.

And here is me, actually imaging about my own music place where i could rest, play, listen and give my music a world.... So, here is the poem now, with the title as "Its my Paradiso".

ITS MY PARADISO

I wanna decorate it,

I wanna make it look good,

I wanna fill it with,

abundant laughter and sufficient food.

Though it had no walls,

though it had no woods,

No roof, no base,

and I realize no moods.

Ambitions multiply, reality fools,

'coz I love to,

live in dreams,

though they will never come true...

Ambar.

FiRsT sMoKE Of tHe yEaR...

So the poem man is back... heee heeee heeeee.......

And this one is called, 

FIRST SMOKE OF THE YEAR

That was the first night of the fame,

And I greeted it with,

a part of tear,

a part of rain...

I just didn't think of the loss or gain,

And I reburnt my soul with,

a part of smoke,

a part of flame...

Paranoid of sadness keep hitting me again and again,

And I lie beneath under it with,

a part of grave,

a part of sand...

Life challanged me every time to be in the frame,

And I keep on losing in it with,

a part of time ,

a part of game...

Ambar...

LiFe...

Hello Hello Hello..... So I am back.... And everybody must be cursing that why this guy keeps coming back every second day....... but I am the best in whatever I do and I am doing the same right now....Pakaoing you all..... HEE HEE HEE

Ahammm ahammm... So this poem is called "LIFE"

LIFE

Life is a lie,

to live again and die...

Even for that,

I need your hand,

to give it an end,

to give it a cry...

I feel everything in vain,

when I see tears in your eye,

Yes, I am saying that,

Because its getting to be,

Alone, dark and dry...

Ambar

BeCaUsE....

Here comes another one, to make you feel more bored.... All the best...

BECAUSE...

I gave it a smile,

I gave it a breath,

I played it with a zeal,

I doomed it with wrath...

All efforts I put in,

to make it pleasent,

All I can do for it,

to build it more efficient...

I failed at every moment,

and just one thought,

hovers every second in my mind,

that " Life is not always to live"...

This way I go in every time,

In my thoughts, inside my heart...

Ambar

bReAkIn dOwN tHe sTreEtS oF hEaVeN...

Here comes another poem from me so that all of you can curse me more and more... However, this was written in a damn serious mood and to every extent, is very true....

Breaking down the streets of heaven

I feel thirsty like the sand,

My thirst is for something beyond the land,

What I feel is what I write,

Depicting the start of dreams and a dreadful end...

There came a drop,

Breaking down the streets of heaven,

Shakes my thirst and shakes my being,

And the mirage stretches through the sands...

The same exhausting thirst,

hovers me twenty-four-seven,

Breaks my heart and tells me lies,

To make me lie buried in the desert land...

Seems like I've felt thirst for the first time,

And it seems to be growing as a mythical trend,

For the first time, I felt like this,

First time, I felt it pouring,

And again I taste my thirst,

Creeping in me like the sand...

Ambar

LiViNg oN tHe EdGE...

So I am back with my blog thing..... And this time, I am going to post my poems.... One by one.... Don't be scared, U can actually comment on them.. So if you are planning of cursing me over this, you can certainly do that.... And here is my first poem that has the title---- 

"LIVING ON THE EDGE"

Life is showing what it has,

I am feeling it is rash,

Once again I am drowned out,

Once again I feel,

Living on the edge....

Soul has burnt, mind plays game, heart is tender enough to take the wrath,

Desert is stretching out its panorama, like in the doom it is taking a bash,

And today it means enough for me,

Living on the edge....

What I have is, fistful of death, some new friends and some old knacks,

Heart beats enough to show some cracks, still its something inside me that holds the rack,

That's why I lived it, 

Living on the edge...

Ambar