Feelground

I shall wait for you , go and search the gold , My shoulders are there for you, when you feel old, this is what my blog is,It is not like inviting and amusing, rather it is like a boring companion who is same like you but loves to rest beneath his own ground....I share your tears, because you have shared my happiness for years..

Wednesday, August 02, 2006

A BUNCH OF FEELINGS

Kaho to aaj phir ik kahani likh doon,
ablaon ke doodh ka paani likh doon,
bejubaan sadko ki jindagani likh doon,
Tut chuki mohabbat ki jindagani likh dun,
magar khuda se darkhwast hai,
bas panne palte jaaye,
har baar ki tarah,
Ki Rangeeniyat se bhari sham suhani likh dun,
Aaye honge dushyant darwaze par mere,
besharmon ki tarah aam jubani likh dun,
Bhare padey hain kamron se kamre kitabon se,
kya karun.....phir ek kahani likh dun,
Gardish me chaand bhukhon ko kahan khilata hai,
wo to bas jal rahe pet ko ishq ka sharaab pilata hai,
Kaho to bhookhe pet pe ek aur jaam ka naam likh dun,
Muddat se chah thi sadkon ko najarandaz karke aam kahani likh doon.... .....................................Composed by
Saurabh Siddhartha
In love of Kavivar Dushyant Kumar


(EK AUR FANA)


Paas rehker bhi koi paas nahin hota,
tab tak ....jab talak dooriyon ka ehsaas nahin hota,
jigar to mil jaate hain humdum ke,
shikan magar saath jode rehne ki khwahish ban reh jaati hai
Bin dard dawa lagati hai mohabbat,
wey to so jaate hain chalte chalte meelon tak,
dard talak jinhe ehsaas nahin hota,
Ho bhi jaao fanaa to farq kya padta hai un kafiron ko,
jisne muddaton se tumhe maanga tha,
par unhe mile tum bin maange,
iss ghor shaant cheekh ka ehsaas nahin hota,
Humein kya gaafil .. ki hum sajde kiye chale jaa rahe hain,
phir na kehne khud se ki koi kabhi paas nahin hota !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
-----------------------------Saurabh Siddhartha


BHULE AUR BHI KUCHCH

Yahan aasra raha hoga,
Raha hoga kabhi mandir kabhi majaar aur ek faasla raha hoga,
Gher li sabne jagah itni,
Aawaron ka thikana ab kahan darmyan raha hoga,
Ki sadak naap rahe hain bandishon mein,
Jahan kabhi hastiyon ka jahan raha hoga,
Khoj lo chingariyan ablaaon ke seene me,
Wahan to gehno se ladi veshyaon ka shama raha hoga,
Jurm ki tabiyat kuchh aisi hai,
Ki thaane mein bejubaon ka bayaan raha hoga
Netaon ke railiyon me das rupyon se ban rahi bheed,
Aisa manjar aur kahan raha hoga,
Hum khojte hain mittiyon ke ghar aur ghade ka paani,
jahan kahin alsaya bharat shaam ko naha raha hoga.........................Composed by
Saurabh Siddhartha

Friday, July 21, 2006

Osho ever

OSHO AND ME

Osho was never a teacher or he was, so he was or not thatz what he expressed and so lived with death and died with a life. He made me to realize me in him, to be a spectator of the world......consistencey, peace and soul in peace....

Tuesday, April 04, 2006

"TRUST"

Like a bow through the weak bones of a deer,
Happy was the man, dancing with the cheer,
His trust on bow,his trust on own,
brought dusk for the deer,
a dear of nature has gone !
Melt and shaped like tears,
are the bows which had no fears,
who comes with the trust ,
for the trust,
to it, nothing to lose, nothing to win,
it is shooted by him who dares,
and to whom nothing scares,

Again, but the bow is melted,
melted to see the melted eyes,
a drop of melted tear,
tear of the poor dear,
asking the bow,
oh dear! , you might be my friend,
but the man caused you as my end,
wordless emotions betrayed the trust,
Trust on a stranger,
Trust on the tears,
Leads to the end same like that of deer's.......
.........................................................Saurabh Siddhartha......

Saturday, February 11, 2006

"FOR THAT "

One of the story which changed my life--
There was a teacher who had the hobby of collecting books.He had a big library.One cannot imagine how many books he collected for about 50 years.It was jan. 1975,this time he was 70 years old. He thinked which book in the world is there which is not in my library ! But he was satisfied, because all of the books he had.
Then, after few months he was about to die, he has fallen ill.He asked his son to bring a book from his library because although he had a rich collection, he haven't read a single book. He demanded a book in a very thirsty way to read. He want to read any of the book he has collected in his lifetime. His son went to library and got a book..but alas !! he has died.........
WE ALL ARE LIKE HIM WHO ARE BUSY IN COLLECTING....
THIS TAUGHT ME TO ENJOY EACH AND EVERY SECOND OF MY LIFE......
SAURABH SIDDHARTHA.

Tuesday, February 07, 2006

"WHEN FIRE BURNS"

Something in the dark,
why i need a spark,
spark to lighten the room,
spark to get the gloom,
why i need fuel of my tears,
why i need to tear my tears,
just because i saw them after years and years,
i want to set free,
i want to burn,
i hate to learn love,i hate to be in love,
why have i gone stubborn,
where is the fire,
here fire burns,
here ocean wets,
here wind feels wind,
why is there not yesterday,
why i am made to grind,
really gone with the wind,
why only me,
asks an atheist to the god,
walking like a soldier and responsibilities on the chest,
he walked so long with responsibilities at its best,
why his food scolds him,
why he can't rest,
when the wall of questions stands in front,
falls everytime he climbs,
why music has become shout for him,
why past blows his tears away
leaving memories tuning like windchimes......???????