Tensed Life.. (In Hindi) Poem by SINGH SINGH

Mein aaj kal kyon itna hairaan hun,
Shayad apni Zindagi se pareshan hun.
Sab kuch ajeeb sa lagta hai,
Jab ujalae mein bhi andhera hi dikhta hai.

Kuch bhi karne mein darr sa lagta hai,
Kyonki har taraf musibato ka pahad jo girta hai,
Shayad issi wajah se mein hairaan hun,
Aur apni Zindagi se pareshan hun.

Kmbakth inn pahado se kaun darta hai,
inn par to chadnae ka dil karta hai,
fir bhi lachar mein ho jata hun,
jab pahad pe nya pahad girta pata hun.

Kaash mein kuch essae kar pata,
ki musibto se bach jata,
Ya fir pahado ko cheer k nikal jata,

Fir b shayad mein hairaan rehta,
Tab kisi aur vajah se pareshan rehta.

Jo mja pahad k upar se nikalne mein hai,
Vo kaha uss-se bachne mein hai,
Aakhir upar se hi to asmaan saaf dikhta hai,
Niche to dhool mein hi insaan basta hai.

Dhool mein rehna kisse aacha lagta hai,
Mera bhi dil aasman mein udne ko karta hai,
Kya mein khud ko khush kismat keh sakta hun?
kyon ki mujhe har taraf musibto k pahad jo dikhta hai.

Aakhir inn pahado pe chadd k hi to,
mein asmaan chu paunga,
Aur apni hairaan pareshaan Zindagi ko,
Ek mukaam par pahucha paunga.

Mujhe puri umeed hai ki,
Mukaam par pahuch kar b mein,
Hairaan hi ho jaunga,
Jab mukaam k aage bhi,
Ek anjaan Zindagi paunga.

Uss waqt b mein hairaan ho jaunga,
Par pareshan na hoke ek nayi Pehchaan banunga...... :)