Banwara

Dil khel sa jata tha,

In befikr zindadil raho se,

 Jab rat bhi hoti thi,

Suraj ki ghanghor ghatao se.

Dhuye me chalti shaam thi,

Saanso me behti ja rahi,

Awaragi mere naam thi,

Kuch cheenti thi zindgi,

Khushiya meri na aam thi.

Ret ka tha zalzala

Wo shaks usme tha khada,

Dhime dhime shor me,

Kuch geet tha wo unsuna.

Shor gul fiza ki thi baat,

Jab laal tha rang us raat.

Laal me barbadiya thi, laal me aabadiya thi.

Laal ki raho tale awargi kahi kho chali thi.

Kyu man mera khabraye,

Is baat pe pachtaye.

Na ret thi na zalzala,

Bus man tha mera banwara........

SAKSHAM SHRIVASTAVA

“Fir Naya Din Ayega”

Jab andhera Ghana chayega,
Saya khud ka door choot ta chala jayega
Gairo me na koi jab nazar ayega,
Moti sa ye askh jab khaak ban jayega.
Katra katra ghategi ye zindgi,
Lahoo jab zakh se thak kar,
Ankho me aa jayega.

Dil muje samjhayega, jab waqt tham sa jayega,
Hosla rakh thoda or, Din badal sa jayega
Ummid ki kirno tale, suraj pighal sa jayega
Na zindgi na mot ki,
Raho me dil bich jayega.
Har saans me khusboo hogi,
Jab fir naya din ayega.

Himmato ki raho me, meri khushiyo ki baho me
Parvato ko faand kar, mushkilo ko laandh kar
Wo ret sa beh jayega.
Khud khuda bhi jalne ek din,
Is zami par ayega.
Jab fir naya dinayega.
Meri zindgi mehkayega.

SAKSHAM SHRIVASTAVA

“SONAL”

11:33, Friday (9/1/15)

I have just had my coffee which I usually drink before going to bed, but this time it taste different. Maybe something is going wrong which my soul can interpret and that interpretation is being judged by every cell of my universal mind and body. Here I am hoping to write this time about some seriousness, but can’t get through it. This universe wants something different this time, I am forced to stop thinking and let the feelings work on the paper.

Yes for the first time, I am writing about my experience with love J. My greatest affection, my never ending past and my infinite future this post is for you “Sonal”. Everytime, when I speak this name or even the alphabets my heart begins to dance like a beetle in garden. In this 21^st century, we have lot more to do and explore. We have infinite imagination and never ending dreams which can be possible and we can achieve whatever we want to. We can get the best job as per we are concern or we will have a good house or even a family. But these are just social norms. What we want in life is always different, we want happiness, freedom, facility, affection and understanding.

This post is about my girl, the kind which I love, the soul which I always want to enter, the lord which I always want to pray, but she is always missing. I had remembered about all those days which we have passed, yeah they were few but I live in them , for me they are the situation which people call “Trance”

I will always remember the beauty which your face consist and the purity which your heart holds. Whenever I called your name, and you always give that shy look, I always want to touch you, hug you so tightly that nothing could separate us for years. I love you and will always. My soul will remain here even after nothing this earth bears anymore. I will always be here in any form, to smell the fragrance that you will have left in this world. Death is only a trap, we might study or even learn this phenomenon but it is an unwilling act of snatching away the body so that it can lose all hopes of merging with it’s beloved. I live in those moments and they are the reason behind my writing. You have left me with your smile in this vastness of atmosphere. But Here I am, living happily, freely and hoping, one day I will see you again. Maybe here in this universe or somewhere else. Thank you for the experience.

SAKSHAM SHRIVASTAVA

“KYU RAAT MUJHE SULATI NAI”

Sath the wo din, jab pal pal me,

Zindgi kati thi.

Abhi kuch meri, kbhi kuch teri,

Bato ke silsile par, wo zoor

Se hasi thi.

Din me ehsaas krati par dilagi ati nai,

Andhere se jhankti par, ankho se jati nai.

Kyu aksar muje raato me nind ati nai.

Yaad a hi jata hai , wo afsana

Jab kbhi dil me tha mere bhi parwana.

Shayad kuch kami mujhme hi thi,

Jo zindgi, din me jugnoo,

Or rat me suraj sekhne nikali thi.

Ab din ki  dhoop  muje suhati nai,

Or rat hai jo muje sulati nai.

Saksham Shrivastava

“Mr. Harry Seamen”

3-01-2015, Saturday,

Hey everyone who are reading me, I’m Harry Seamen. I don’t have much time to explain you everything about me, so I think I should better do my work for which I am here. I do not have any physical appearance now, and I choose Saksham’s hands to write for me.

At this time yesterday , I had been kissing my wife’s hand, for the delicious dinner she had made for me. I usually don’t spend much time with family or friends. I love them but for their better future I choose to work hard and earn a lot money, yesterday my son got his new bicycle on his 10^th birthday, yeah he was happy but not pretending. Maybe because I’ve not spend time with him ,yesterday I had to attend seminar organised by Oracle limited company. I prefer work and money then entertainment and enjoyment.

My parents are waiting for me to come and visit them. I haven’t seen them for past two years. I love them but my schedule is so packed and tight that I don’t even get time to watch movies with my wife even once in a week, or to play a game of chess with my beloved friend.

Today in morning at around, 10:30 I’ve been driving and smoking simultaneously, and was thinking about the postures I would make while representing the seminar. What would be my first words when I enter the room?..

A sudden burst of noise had droved my attention and I move my neck in east direction, What i saw was a white truck coming towards me and had almost touched the gates of my car, I lost my senses and closed my eyes.I could not see what it looks when a massive object hits on nose and then eyes and mouth. Within seconds I had seen my body laying helpless on the roadside and there is no hope of ambulance to come. My soul was crying and shouting so loudly than even the birds could hear them, but none works. I was mourning for my body, I need it just for some hours so that I could at least settle everything down,  I want to give hugs to my parents and want to thank them for being so helpful. I need some seconds to watch my family.

Slowly, soul starts to disappear from this world by each passing moment, I guess I might have only few minutes more on this planet and I choose these Hands of this writer to write for me.

I am not going to give you any suggestion about how to live or what to live or maybe where to live? Just start living because no one have the powers to give you your life back. Not even the so called “GOD”. “Stop thinking for a while and live, become living”

Saksham Shrivastava     

“Akela”

Ek ersa jo, mene tanha bitaya

Jisme na tu, na tera saya

Jagmati rato ke andhero me,

Suraj ki bejaan baho me,

Hazaro logo ki raho me.

                                    Jo mene sir thoda uthaya,

                                    Chehra apna samne aya, jab khud ko has mod par akela bus akela paya

Ab ji chaha, sare bandhan tod du,

Dil mera bhi sabke samne khol du,

Phoolo ki khusboo odh kar,

Panchiyo ke ghar-ghar bol du,

Ab dastak dene me bhi aya.

                                   Jo darwaje ke piche khud ko paya,

                                   To har ghar me bhi khud ko akela bus akela paya.

SAKSHAM SHRIVASTAVA

“COME BACK”

For all these nights I strive,

Sometimes in pain, sometimes in pleasure

That you might come to ask,

These sufferings are over now, then

The moment will stop, the sun will give us the light to shine

And under the darkles night, the sky will cover us,

When your hands will touch me,

I will rejoice with all these, memoroies

That I had suffered , In your absence.

Albeit, the world has billion of beautiful faces but,

I see the light of my happiness in you

This will transform my inner being.

And when the world will, stop these.

I had nothing to care for.

Now the reason for my living is been accomplish

And, now if death come it is welcome,

I have tasted by then, the miseries, the sorrow, the happiness of world.

Only the dark sleep is not tasted by me.

“All I need is you to come back again and light me up with fire of love”

SAKSHAM SHRIVASTAVA