A Note
Mujhe to kitaab likhni h... Bs pehle kahani to jee lu... Phir uthaunga kalam...
Ek hi khwab hai ki kbhi khwaishein khatam na ho...
सियाही लेके निकला हूं... राह पर कागज मिला है...
जिंदगी वही है बस... ये पन्ना नया है...
— Saumitra
INDEX
Part I · Ishq — Love & Longing
01नया है कुछ, अच्छा है
02Sitara
03Intezaar
04Wo Khoobsurat
05Baadal
06Parchhayi
07Un Se
08Kaabu Mein Dil
09सवाल-ए-इश्क
10Ldki Mili
11Agar Rakh Sako
12Nind Mein
13Bolna Chahta Hu
14Wakht Khuddar
15Dua
16Man Behle
17ज़िन्दगी की खुशियां
18Kasoor
19Raatonka Agaaz
20Ek Pal
21Moonlight
22इतनी भी
23एक सपना
24सोचा उन रातों पे
25Kavita Par
26Khwab Aya
27लोग पूछते हैं
28Puchhna Mat
29Tab Ki Ye Baat
30The Dim Lights
31Sapne Kanch Mein
32Raat Mein Parchhai
33Khoobsurati Aisi
34Baat
35एक रात थी वो ऐसी
36For the Moment
37Your Harmony
38पण बहुतेक
39Dhadkano Ka Haal Chahiye
40Milne Ka Beshak
41Galti Se Palke Jhuki
42Daag Toh Mil Gye
43Pass Rehne Ki Sifarish Nahi
44Rang Bikhar Jaye Toh
Part II · Dosti — Friendship
45Dost Hote Bde Ajeeb
46पुराना ही था दोस्त
47एका क्षणात
48Hua Pyar To
49Nikle Hai Khwabonka
50Azmane Se
51Jinho Ne Baat Karna
52Hum Dekhenge
Part III · Rishtey — Family & Bonds
53Aai
54Bhai
55Jinhone Bolna Sikhaya
Part IV · Zindagi — Life & Philosophy
56Kalam
57स्वप्नातील सुख
58Udyachich Chinta
59Kuch Kami
60Kavita Mein Shabd
61Sangeet
62In Quest
63Halat Ne Majbur
64Agar Sab Hi Ki Ruh
65Bekhudi
66Laksh
67Mar Gye
68Wakht Nhi Badal Raha
69Laugh Out
70Janam Din
71जवानी की उम्र
72Apnepan
73Zindagi Adhuri
74Wakht
75Har Hrutu Mein Alag Sawera
76Dil Ki Laparwahi
77Aasman Mein Udna Ho Toh
78Badalonke Surat Mein
79Mitti Banne Taiyyar
80Dilkhulas Hasya Agdi
81We Have the Least Control
82Surya Kade Pahun
83Kab Kya Sunte Ho
84Nazara Wohi
85Khud Ek Khayal
86Time
87Kaise?
88Samjhne Ki Khwaish Nahin
89Akhir Chahte Kya Ho?
90Panchhiyon Ki Tarah
91Koi Hawa Ke Sath Chalkar
92Kab Aur Kaha
93Purpose
Part V · Samaj — Society & Nation
94Naam Bada Karna
95Nam Jaan Kar
96Badonka Bachpna
97Wyaparatil Bhav
98Kahani Toh Adhuri
99Meri Apni Kahani
Part VI · English Verses
100The Language You Speak
101What Defines You
102So Easy to Forget
103Keep Smiling on the Horizon
104There Are Just a Few Days
Closing · Sukhanvad — Aphorisms
◆Words That Stayed
Poem 01
नया है कुछ, अच्छा है
Naya Hai Kuch, Achha Hai
वक्त से अनुमान लगाओ,
तो अभी भी थोड़ा कच्चा है...
सफर वही है बस, राही नया है...
खुमार सा है कुछ, अच्छा है ...!
नजरों से अनुमान हो,
तो अंजान सा ही रिश्ता है...
मुस्कान वोही है बस, वजह नयी है...
जज़्बात से है कुछ, अच्छा है ...!
बातों से परखना चाहो,
तो दोस्त काफी सच्चा है...
लॉरेल वोही है बस, हार्डी नया है,
नजराना सा है कुछ, अच्छा है ...!
फासलो से निखारना हो,
तो काफी कुछ बयान है...
सफर बड़ा है, और आदत बन गया है...
शिकायत नहीं है कुछ, अच्छा है...!
सियाही लेके निकला हूं...
राह पर कागज मिला है...
जिंदगी वही है बस... ये पन्ना नया है...
पलटना बिलकुल नहीं इसे, अच्छा है ...!
— ssp
Joy in newness — a new companion, a new chapter. The same journey, a new traveller. The same life, but a fresh page.
Poem 02
Sitara
The Star
Darawna sa andhera thha,
kahinse jab ek sitara khil gya...
Cheez mamuli nhi bhai,
sarein khushiyonka pitara thha mil gya...
Guldasta khubsoorat par usne najane, mehekna kyu chhod diya...
Khushbu ki talash mein koi usey, khareedna hi bhul gya.....
Adhura thha, anjan thha, par wakif tabse ishq se bann gya...
Yaad karke sare pal eksath, gehre nashe sa chadh gya...
Yaad hai unse pehli hi mulakat se bs, sama sa thha bann gya...
Khoj khwaishonki thhi, aur khuda hi mil gya...
— ssp
A star appeared in darkness and filled life with joy, like love found unexpectedly. The flower stopped blooming, went unnoticed — but the memory of that encounter became a deep, intoxicating love.
Poem 03
Intezaar
Waiting
Intzar rehta hai...
Aapki saasonka... jab hmara naam leti ho...
Shikayat bhari batonka... jab dil se do jam leti ho...
Khuda krein aapko milein sari khushiya jo maujud ho iss duniya mein...
Kyunki ek lazmi muskurahat se Sare jaha ko bhi khush kar deti ho...
— ssp
A longing for the beloved's voice and her warmth — even her complaints. A simple prayer: may you find every happiness, because one smile from you lights up the entire world.
Poem 04
Wo Khoobsurat
That Beautiful One
Jitni wo khoobsurat hai... sachmein yakeen nhi hota...
Uske bina zindagi jeena mtlab jaise, khane mein namak hi nhi hota...
Jitna achhese wo hume smjhti hai... utna hum bhi usey jaante hai...
Wo humsafar maanti hai shayad, par hum to ab khuda hi maante hai...
Ehem hai wo, sabki laadli hai, apne masle sab usey btate hai...
Bholi hai aur shatir bhi thodi, jisey hum din raat kaafi satate hai...
Itni achhi muskan to meine kisiki nhi dekhi...
Sirf mujhe dikhti hai kya jo duniya se pare laagti h...
Ankhein bhi ma sha allah sabkuch bayan kar deti hai...
Ishq jahir na karna chaho tobhi mehkash sama bandh deti hai...
Zulfein to bas, ek alag mayajal hai... itnasa wakht hua jaan ke aur dekho ye haal hai...
Ankh band karke baatein hoti hai hmari, mohabbt kaafi bemisaal hai...
Meri jaan aur mera jahan hai... har tamanna har armaan hai...
Labonpe hmare bas usika naam hai, ishq ki ye gawahi deta hu,
Aur bhi jyada pyar hone ka anuman hai...
Kya kahu yar smjh nhi ata, jitna bolta hu usse dil bhar nhi pata...
Aap sachmein mein wo khushbu hai jo sanson mein bastein hai,
Aapke bina ek pal bhi jeeya nhi jata!
— ssp
An overflowing tribute to someone deeply loved — her beauty, her understanding, her eyes and laughter feel like life itself. The poet admits: no words are ever enough for her.
Poem 05
Baadal
The Sky & The Earth
Baadal unchai gina nhi krte...
Zameen gehrai napa nhi karti...
Jab dilmein hi mohbbat ghul gyi ho,
Tab koi burai kbhi dakhal, diya nhi karti...
— ssp
Clouds don't measure height, and the earth doesn't measure depth. When love has truly dissolved inside the heart, no flaw or bitterness can find entry.
Poem 06
Parchhayi
Shadow
Parchhayi sath deti hai... aur gehraai darr ki ahat...
Tanhaai barsaat deti hai... aur pyar uski ibadat...
Parchhayi tum ho aur gehrai shiddat hai...
Tanhai judaai hai... aur pyar zindagi!
— ssp
A shadow walks beside you; loneliness brings rain; love is a form of prayer. The beloved is the shadow, the depth, and life itself — compressed into four quiet lines.
Poem 07
Un Se
With Them
Unse baat to hoti h, par waisi nhi jaisi hum chahte hai...
Mulakaat to hoti h, par waisi nhi jaisi hum mangte hai...
Kehti hai wo ajkal, hum bdi sakti se pesh aate hai...
Dukh h ji hume bhi, par halaat waise batlaate hai..
Muaf kardo kuch din nacheez ko, shiddat se darkhwast hai...
Phir se lautenge jrur wo pyar k kuch pal,
Tabtak, ye sare jakhm, mohbbt k liye bardasht hai...
— ssp
Despite distance and misunderstanding, love holds firm. The poet asks for patience, promising that the warmth between them will find its way back.
Poem 08
Kaabu Mein Dil
The Heart Uncontrolled
Kaabu mein dil rahein to wo mohbbt hi kya...
Masjid mein bnd rahe wo khudah hi kya...
Safar hi manzil na ho wo zindagi hi kya...
Raaste mein aap na mile wo qabooool hi kya....
— ssp
Real love cannot be controlled — a God who stays locked in a mosque is no real God. The journey is only life when the beloved meets you on the road.
Poem 09
सवाल-ए-इश्क
Sawal-e-Ishq
सवाल ये पूछा गया था की, हर जान इश्क में क्यू फनाह है ...
जवाब मुराद हो या मुकद्दर, आप ही से जुड़ा है...
इश्क केह लो या इबादत, मंजूर-ए-खुदा है ...!
— ssp
Why does love consume every soul? Because whether it's fate or luck, everything leads back to the beloved. Love and devotion are one — accepted by God.
Poem 10
Ldki Mili
When She Came Along
Ldki mili aur puchh liya aisa nhi hota...
Dost mila aur bhul gye aisa nhi hota...
Pyar kiya aur darein nhi aisa nhi hota...
Darr laga to izhar hi na kiya aisa bhi nhi hota...
— ssp
Meeting someone doesn't mean you'll ask. Friendship doesn't mean you'll remember. Love doesn't mean fearlessness. And fear doesn't mean silence. Life never follows simple rules.
Poem 11
Agar Rakh Sako
If You Could
Agar rakh sako to khudka khayal rakho..
Agar dekh sako to hmara aapke liye pyar dekho...
Agar ruk sako to hmare liye thodi der aur ruko...
Apne ankhonse hmare dil pe apna naam likho...
— ssp
A tender plea — take care of yourself, see how much I love you, stay a little longer, and with your eyes, write your name on my heart.
Poem 12
Nind Mein
In Sleep
Nind mein ghul jao...
Sapne dekhna mat bhulna...
Jaha bhi jao khush raho yar...
Bs palatna mat bhulna!
— ssp
A gentle goodbye to a beloved — lose yourself in dreams, be happy wherever you go, but don't forget to come back.
Poem 13
Bolna Chahta Hu
I Want to Say
Bolna chahta hu bol nhi pata...
Milna chahta hu mil nhi pata...
Kitne khyal ate hai dinbhar,
Kitne log milte hai dinbhar,
Par bs ek aapka khyal hai jo dilse nhi jata...
— ssp
A whole day full of thoughts and people — yet only one person's memory refuses to leave the heart.
Poem 14
Wakht Khuddar
Time Grows Proud
Wakht khuddar hone lga hai...
Dikhne aur milne ke bich antar samajhne lga hai...
Iradein aur hakikat mein ek lakeer si bann gyi hai..
Pyarr ka ehsas pass rehkar nhi hota, ye abhi suljhne lga hai...
— ssp
Time has grown proud, widening the gap between seeing and meeting. Love cannot be felt at this close distance anymore — a quiet realization of growing apart.
Poem 15
Dua
A Prayer
Har lamha apke hothon pe ek muskan rahe,
Har gum se aap hmesha anjaan rahen,
Jiske sath mehek uthti hai aapki zindgi,
Hamsha aapke pass bs wohi ek insan rahe!
Dua to usey diyi jaati hai jise uski jrurat ho...
Aap par markar roj krenge pyaar agar aapki ijajat ho!
— ssp
A prayer for the beloved's happiness — may she always smile, never know sorrow, and always have beside her the one who makes her life bloom.
Poem 16
Man Behle
When the Heart Wanders
Man behle to pass ajana...
Dil dhadke to thoda muskurana...
Palak jhapke to chehra samne lana...
Agle jnam mein hi sahi par, hmare ho jana.
— ssp
Come when the heart wanders, smile when it races, appear when the eyes close — and in the next life, simply be mine.
Poem 17
ज़िन्दगी की खुशियां
Zindagi Ki Khushiyan
ज़िन्दगी की मेरी सारी खुशियां तो तेरे बहाने से है ...
आधी तुझे सताने से है, और बाकी मनाने से है ...!
— ssp
All my joys exist because of you — half from teasing you, and the other half from making up with you.
Poem 18
Kasoor
The Fault
Kasoor na unka thha na mera... hum dono hi rishton ki rasmein nibhate rahe...
Wo dosti ka ehsas jatate rahe... aur hum mohbbt ko dil mein chhupate rahe!
Wo mere dil par sar rakhkar soyi hui thhi bekhbar...
Humne to dhadkan hi rok diyi ki kahi uski nind na tut jayein!
Wo kareeb to bohot hai, mgar dooriyon ke sath...
Hum jee to rahe hai, mgar majburiyonke sath...
— ssp
Neither was at fault — one played the friend, the other hid the love. She slept on his chest, completely unaware; he even stilled his own heartbeat so her sleep would not break.
Poem 19
Raatonka Agaaz
The Beginning of Nights
Raatonka agaaz to bahut joshila hota hai...
Par anjaam hmesha dard de jata hai...
— ssp
Nights begin with great energy and heat, but they always, without fail, end in pain.
Poem 20
Ek Pal
That One Afternoon
Ek pal bhi aisa nhi
Jab wo lamhe yaad na ayein...
Ek dopher thhi jisme laga,
Bichmein koi aur na ayein...
Itni khubsurat lag rahi thhi aap ki bs ab raha na jayein...
Jante hai, aap ruthhi thhi thodi der,
Taaki hum gaa kar aapko manayein!
— ssp
Not a single moment passes without remembering that afternoon — when she was so beautiful he couldn't look away, and she pretended to sulk just so he'd sing her back.
Poem 21
Moonlight
Stuck in the Moonlight
Stuck in the moonlight wid u....
One of the things done right wid u...
Memories are too many.... some fade away!
Fake won't stay long.... but right one finds the way!
People can change us... personality is like a clay!
So be careful with your choices, life is not an easy game to play!
— ssp
Stuck in moonlight with you was one of the things done right. Memories fade, people change you — so choose your company carefully. Life is not a simple game.
Poem 22
इतनी भी
Itni Bhi
इतनी भी सुनने की आदत मत लगाना,
की हम बताना भूल जाएं...
और हमारे दिल की मोहब्बत,
दिलमें ही रहे जाएं...!
— ssp
Don't get so used to just listening to me that I forget to tell you — and my love ends up staying locked inside, never spoken.
Poem 23
एक सपना
Ek Sapna — A Dream
एक सपना देखा था कभी, आप से प्यार करने का...
पूरा किया आपने इजाजत देकर, एक मौका ईजहार करने का...
चैन की निंद थी आज, सपना न था पर आज आपका...
पहली बार निंद खुली और, हकीकत को मौका मिला सपने से बहार होने का....!
— ssp
Once dreamed of loving you; you made it real by letting me try. Today I woke not from a dream, but to reality — the most beautiful surprise of all.
Poem 24
सोचा उन रातों पे
Socha Un Raaton Pe
सोचा उन रातों पे शेर बनाते हैं,
जब आपके सपने नहीं आते...
पर उनपर लिखना तो दूर,
ऐसी रातें हम झेल ही नहीं पाते...
क्योंकि साथ बिताए लम्हें खूबसूरत थे,
पर आपसे ज्यादा नही...
शिकायत तो जरूर होगी आपको हमसे,
मगर...प्यार से ज्यादा नहीं...!
— ssp
On nights you don't appear in dreams, I think I'll write poetry — but those nights are unbearable too. Our moments were beautiful, but you were more so; my complaints are real, but not greater than my love.
Poem 25
Kavita Par
Writing a Poem on You
Sawalo jawabon mein uljhe to kon suljhaega...
Iss koyle ko chhu kar to dekho... heera ban jayega...
Kavita kar raha thha aap pe...
Par lafz hi na mile...
Wobhi bole: aapne jiyi zindagi jo,
Usey hum kya bayan kare...
Phool pata nhi kyu aaj hi na khile...
Bole aap aao jab zindagi mein,
Tab bata diya kare!
Isilie rehna hmesha khilte bs aap...
Taaki dusron ko bhi aapko dekhkar,
Muskurane ki ek to wjah mile!
— ssp
When trying to write a poem about you, even words refused. They said: how can we describe the life you've lived? Bloom always — so others find a reason to smile just by seeing you.
Poem 26
Khwab Aya
The Dream Came
Aj hi aapka khwab aya thha..
Ek khoyi si muskan wapas laya thha...
Aap dikhe thhe usmein...
Haste khelte muskurate...
Garmi ke mausam mein jaise dil behlane wala anokha sawan aya thha...
Har baat yaad hai jabse mile hai aapse... haar gift... har topic jo dhundkar laya thha...
Pehchan aapki thhi par ehsas hmara thha...
Aaj hi ki baat hai... aap ka khwab aya thha...
Ab bs aaj ka din kaat jayein ye khwaish thhi mann mein...
Kyunki milte to aap ho nhi jyada aajkal dinmein...
To aap se milne ka ek bharosemand zariya paya thha...
Woi khwab wapas aaye kal bhi jo aaj aya thha...
2 saal pehle zindagi mein ye mehman aya thha...
Usi se kiyi thhi mohabbt aur kiya waada nibhaya thha...
Pata nhi kaha le jayein ye zindagi hume, par
Yaad jrur rahegi wo raat...
Jab aap ka ye khwab aya thha...
Kavita bann gyi baton baton mein, par sach kahu to...
Izhar karne ka humne to ye bs ek bahana paya thha...!
— ssp
Your dream came last night and brought back a lost smile. Every gift, every conversation remembered. Since you rarely come in daylight, a dream became the only reliable way to meet you.
Poem 27
लोग पूछते हैं
Log Poochhtey Hain
लोग पूछते हैं, लफ्ज़ आपको, मिलते कहासे हैं ?
केहता हूं, ढूंढो उस गलीमें,
आप गुजरते जहा से हैं...
लोग पूछते हैं, प्यार करना हो, तो करते कैसे हैं?
केहता हूं, कली से कोई पूछता है भला,
की खिलते कैसे हैं...
खिलना उसकी आदत हैं,
और खुशबू उसका एहसास...
प्यार हमारी फितरत हैं,
और किस्मत उसकी दरखास्त...
पूछते तो लोग कई सवाल हैं,
कई दीवानोके कई बवाल हैं...
कैसे सुलझे इससे, किसे बताएं ?
खयालों के आंगन में, बस यही सवाल हैं..!
— ssp
People ask where words come from — search the lane you walk through. People ask how to love — does a bud ask how to bloom? Love is our nature; fate is its request.
Poem 28
Puchhna Mat
Don't Ask How I Am
Context: after separation, when she asks — how are you?
Puchhna mat hum kaise hai.. bta nhi paenge...
Thoda wakht lgega shayad, jbtak hum samhal jaenge...
Ilzam kitne lage pta nhi, par sajah to ek hi mil gyi...
Wakht se jab lagayi shart, tab asli aukat dikh gyi...
Manzil nhi jinhe op aise raston pe chal pade thhe...
Ab aa gyi to shayad dusra rasta chunn nhi paenge...
Puchhna mat hum kaise hai... bta nhi paenge...
Harkatein jo lagti thhi wo niyat bann gyi..
Dostike safar mein kyu chahat bann gyi...
Kaha thha ishq ho gya hai ab adat na bann jana... Badal nhi paenge...
Aapne khair mana nhi... ab smjha nhi paenge...
Ab puchhna mat hum kaise hai.. bta nhi paenge...
Khuddar thhe hum shayad jab iska alam kiya...
Dildar thhe aap jab sath har dum diya...
Kahani aisi bann gyi ki adhuri keh nhi paenge...
Zid mat karna kyunki puri suna nhi paenge..
Puchhna mat hum kaise hai.. bta nhi paenge...
Pdhke ye sab aap ab bura na mann lena...
Man hi mann kuch yaad krke dil behla lena...
Kbhi nhi... aapko gum mein dekh nhi paenge...
Kbhi dikhe to kahise aakar hasa de jaenge...
Kbhi hue pehle ki tarah to ek hi bar gale mil jaenge...
Bs puchhna mat hum kaise hai... bta nhi paenge...
— ssp
Don't ask how I am — I won't be able to say. It'll take time. This poem isn't blame — it's just truth. And someday, if we meet again, I'll just smile and hold you close.
Poem 29
Tab Ki Ye Baat
That Was Then
Tab ki ye baat hai jab wo hua karti thhi...
Dikhne mein achhi to wo thhi... mgar tarif humein mila krti thhi...
Sath bde achhe lgte hai dono... duniya kaha krti thhi...
Ab to sab asan hai... mushkilein to tab hua karti thhi...
Uljhan ko suljhane ki bjay usme uljhneki adat hua krti thhi...
Sukha to ab hai... baat to tab ki hai jab barish hua karti thhi...
Do ke bjay ek chhata ye takad hua karti thhi....
Baat to tab ki hai jab mudkar dekhne ki wjah hua krti thhi...
Ab to khair yaadein bhi dhundla gyi aur ansu bhi sukh gye...
Baat tab ki hai jab mohbbt zindagi hua krti thhi...
Suna raha hu kissa dil mein bsi yadon ka...
Par baat to tab ki hai jab dilmein dhadkan hua karti thhi...
Samne wo aur chehre par muskan hua krti thhi...
Ji haan... tab ki ye baat hai jab wo hua karti thhi...!
— ssp
That was then — when she existed in my world. Now the rains have dried, memories faded, tears too. But it was then when love was life itself.
Poem 30
The Dim Lights
An English Verse
The lights were dim, we sat together.
Wondering will we be with each other, forever.
It was dark back then and it's dark now,
We weren't afraid before but we are by now.
Guess it wasn't the absence of light — loneliness was the reason.
Scary thing was the path, the life we had chosen.
We were holding hands, no words were spoken.
I guess they weren't necessary for the communication to happen.
A conversation began, memories were relived.
Golden days of life surely, each heart believed.
Our journey was a success, experience was a delight.
Two things lie ahead now, we knew — the future and the fight.
We tried to sleep, to dream the life we wished.
Moon did the rest, slowly the dream was accomplished.
Stars were there, to add to the mystery.
Prolonged the night became, going deep into the history.
— ssp
Two people in dim light, wondering if they'd be together forever. No words were needed. They relived memories, knew the journey was beautiful, and accepted the fight that lay ahead.
Poem 31
Sapne Kanch Mein
Dreams in Glass
Sapne thhe kanch mein band...
Roshni chhupkese andar jhaak rahi thhi...
Na ankhein hata paya na dhyan...
Aapki surat jo samne sheeshe par chamakh rahi thhi...
— ssp
Dreams locked behind glass, light peeking in secretly. Neither eyes nor mind could pull away — her face reflected on the glass in front.
Poem 32
Raat Mein Parchhai
Shadow at Night
Raat mein parchhai nhi hoti...
Sirf gehrai hoti hai...
Bina aapke iss aasman mein,
Bs chandni hoti hai....
— ssp
At night there are no shadows — only depth. Without you, this sky holds only moonlight. Nothing more.
Poem 33
Khoobsurati Aisi
Such Beauty
Khoobsurati aisi... ki sheesha bnne ka dil karein,
Pehchan aisi... ki parchhayi bnne ka dil karein,
Likhawat aisi... ki kagaz bnne ka dil karein,
Aur awaj aisi... ki guzaarish banne ka dil karein,
Ek chahat aisi... ki adat banane ka dil karein,
Ek muskan aisi ki bs amanat bnne ka dil karein,
Aur amanat aisi rahein jiski hifazat karne ka dil karein!
— ssp
Such beauty that you want to become a mirror for it; such a voice that you want to become the request. A love so precious it deserves to be guarded carefully.
Poem 34
Baat
Words Are Not Enough
Baat aapse karni hai to shabd nhi jazbaat kafi hai,
Mohabbat ke liye sath kaha, bs ek hi mulakat kafi hai...
— ssp
To talk to you, feelings are enough — no words needed. For love, one meeting is enough — no togetherness required.
Poem 35
एक रात थी वो ऐसी
Ek Raat Thi Wo Aisi
एक रात थी वो ऐसी, सेहमी बारिश का अनुमान था,
सितारोंके संग बैठा एक, मामूली सा इंसान था ...!
पता नही कोनसी मुश्किल, जिससे वो परेशान था,
मंजिल भी तो थी सामने, और रास्ता भी आसान था... !
चाहत थ��� उसकी जिसपर, हर कदर वो कुर्बान था,
मगर उसके दर पर अबतक सिर्फ ये, अनजान सा मेहमान था ...!
तो सोचा उसने बोल दू आखिर, पहला उसका प्यार था,
इंकार की ना कोई गुंजाइश, जब साथ उसके संसार था...!
इजहार वो आलम उसके, कोशिश का एक इनाम था,
मगर राहत का वो सिलसिला, कमबख्त असलियत को इंकार था ...!
आंख खुली तब सुलझा उसे, एक सपना था, हर बार था,
अपने इस लाजमी चित्र का, वो खुद ही एक चित्रकार था ...!
फिर भी सुबह दिल में उसके, एक खुशी का पैगाम था,
इंसानियत के दरबार में उसपर, मोहब्बत का एक इल्जाम था... !
— ssp
A man sat under stars, troubled but with a clear path ahead. He loved her, was a stranger at her door, gathered courage to confess — only to wake and find it was all a dream. Yet morning brought happiness: he had been charged with the crime of love.
Poem 36
For the Moment
An English Verse
For the moment it lasts,
or forever it may begin...
Flirting in the castle,
which we built together...
Supporting this ship,
which left the shores long ago...
Making love underneath,
the sparkling evening it whispered...
Where to find such smile again...
till eternity I wondered!
— ssp
Whether it lasts a moment or becomes forever, love blooms in the castle we built together. The ship sailed far from shore; an evening whispered its secrets. Where to find such a smile again — eternity wonders.
Poem 37
Your Harmony
An English Verse
Your harmony is with the moist air...
Ocean triumphs the worries which haunt you...
Sunrise awakens a dream that lost you...
Be the light and guide me through this journey...
Be my beloved and fly for the moon...
The place where you will land,
Let's meet there soon!
— ssp
Your harmony lives with the moist air and the ocean. Be the light, be my beloved, fly for the moon — and let's meet wherever you land.
Poem 38
पण बहुतेक
Pan Bahuteka — (Marathi)
पण बहुतेक फक्त मीच होतो, ज्याने नेमकं प्रेम मागितलेलं !
नकार तो स्पष्ट होता, चेहऱ्यावर दुःख लपलेलं
उगाच फसल्या भावनेच्या भरात, स्वतःचंच माकड करून घेतलेलं !
जास्त नाही पण थोडं तरी, वाईट मात्र वाटून गेलं
अश्रूही आले भेटीला, मन हळवं गहिवरलेलं !
प्रेमाच्या त्या मूर्ख नादात, मैत्रीचं नातं ही संपून गेलं
मोहक अश्या अळवावरच्या थेंबाने जणू
जिवनातलं जगणं पळवून नेलं !
— ssp
Only I had asked for love. The refusal was clear. In that foolish rush of feeling, friendship itself was lost — like a dewdrop sliding off a lotus leaf, carrying life's joy away.
Poem 39
Dhadkano Ka Haal Chahiye
The Heart Wants More Than Rules
Dhadkano ka haal chahiye,
Faasion ki khabar nahi...
Kitabon ke sheher chahiye,
Riwazonki fikar nahi...
Armaano ka mehel ho ek jarur,
Khamoshi ka hunar nahi!
Rastonpar dost ka ehsaas bas,
Manzilon ki kadar nahi!
— ssp
The heart wants to know its beloved's heartbeat, not follow rules. Books and dreams matter more than rituals and destinations. All that's needed on the road is a friend's presence.
Poem 40
Milne Ka Beshak
Meeting Was the Excuse
Milne ka beshak, bahana hi thha...
Mauka e vardaat, zamana hi thha...
Humne toh bas, ek mannat mangi thhi,
Puri karne aapko akhir, ana hi thha....
— ssp
Meeting you was just an excuse — the occasion was simply that. One wish was made, and you had to come and fulfil it. It was always meant to be.
Poem 41
Galti Se Palke Jhuki
A Deep Sleep
Galti se palke jhuki, toh asani se jaati nahi...
Ek bar ruth gayi, toh koi jaam se aati nahi...
Ameeron se dushmani jiski,
gareeb ko satati nahi...
Ye gehri nind hai janab,
Har kisiko aazmaati nahi!
— ssp
When eyelids fall by accident, they don't rise easily again. When she gets upset once, there's no easy return. Like a deep sleep — it doesn't visit just anyone. A metaphor for emotional depth.
Poem 42
Daag Toh Mil Gye
Found the Spots, Now Searching for the Moon
Daag toh mil gye, ab chand dhund raha hu....
Lamhon ke guzarne ki, raftaar dhund raha hu!
— ssp
Found the spots on the moon, now searching for the moon itself. Found the flaws in passing moments — now looking for the speed at which they vanish.
Poem 43
Pass Rehne Ki Sifarish Nahi
No Request to Stay Close
Pass rehne ki sifarish nahi,
bas chand dekhne ki guzaarish hai...
Ghar kahin bhi basa lo janab,
Bas gali se guzarna mat bhulna!
— ssp
No request to stay nearby — just a wish to see the moon together. Settle wherever you like, but don't forget to pass through my lane every now and then.
Poem 44
Rang Bikhar Jaye Toh
When Colours Scatter
Rang bikhar jaye toh,
Dil sawar jayenge...
Parindo ke lihaj se,
Par sawar jayenge...
— ssp
When colours scatter, the heart gets adorned. Like birds taking flight with the wind, the soul finds its wings.
Poem 45
Dost Hote Bde Ajeeb
Friends Are Strange
Kuch baat hai jo kbhi byan hui nhi...
Aj padhkar sunaunga...
Dosti ka matlab thoda khulkar btaunga..!
Dost hote bde ajeeb hai....
Awsar khushi ka ho ya gum ka...
Ye to milkar hi maante hai...
Janam din ho ya koi aur tyohar,
Jashn saath hi mnana jante hai!
Angaron ki asli aag to bs faqeer hi jaante hai...
Apno se badhkar koi lage to unhe hum dost maante hai!
Apas mein rota to koi nhi par hasana sab jaante hai...
Mushkil se milte hai bhai dost aise... hum bhi jaante hai!
Wapas mulaqat kbhi na ho payi unse to dua yehi karte hai...
Janaze se pehle gale milne ki thodi fursat mangte hai!
Kuch aise hai humare dost, kbhi jrur milaunga...
Dosti ka matlab aur khulkar btaunga!
— ssp
Friends are wonderfully strange — they celebrate and grieve together, know life's real fire, and are hard to find. A prayer: before our last rites, let us meet and embrace at least once.
Poem 46
पुराना ही था दोस्त
Purana Hi Tha Dost
पुराना ही था दोस्त जिससे, नयी एक मुलाकात हुई है ...
सच है ये की बाद उसके, हर तनहाई में भी बात हुई है !
शब्द खुद लिखते हैं हम, और धुन आपकी होती है ...
मिलते ज्यादा हो नही, ये शिकायत हमारी होती है !
मानता हूं यार मैं, दोस्त है वो प्यार नही ...
दोस्ती इतनी अच्छी हो तो, इससे बेहतर संसार नही!
तारीफ नही करूंगा ज्यादा, इंसान हो भगवान नही ...
इतना जरूर केह देता हूंकी, अपने हो, मेहमान नही !
बोल तो दिया सब, अब सिर्फ ये केहता हूं...
हमेशा मिलते रहो तब, मुश्किल में जब रहता हूं!
खूबसूरत तो आप हो ही, हमेशा बस खुशहाल रहो ...
खिल उठें आप साथ जिसके, पास आपके, हमेशा वो इनसान रहो...
खुशिया होंगी गम भी होंगे, बिलकूल ना परेशान रहो,
हर लमहा एक छोटी ही सही पर चेहरे पर मुस्कान रहे!
— ssp
An old friend rediscovered — since that meeting, even loneliness feels like conversation. You're not just a friend; you're family. Not a guest — you belong here.
Poem 47
एका क्षणात
Eka Kshnat — In One Moment (Marathi)
एका क्षणात सगळ्या आठवणी, डोळ्यासमोर दर्शन देतात...
पक्षी चाललेत उडून म्हंटल्यावर, अंगावरती शहारे येतात ...
कठीण काळात मदत करून जे आपल्या झोळीत पुण्य घेतात...
जीवन काय, जगतात सगळे, अर्थ त्याला मित्र देतात...
— ssp
In one moment, all memories appear. When birds leave, it sends a shiver. Friends give meaning to life by standing beside you in the difficult times.
Poem 48
Hua Pyar To
If There Was Love
Hua pyar to jata denge, kuch tafleefein bata denge...
Kuch aap kro gustakhi, thoda hum bhi sata denge...
Dosti ki yehi to tasveer hai...
Kagaj aap le aao bs, rangon se hum saja denge!
— ssp
If love happened, it will pass — we'll talk about it and tease a little too. That's friendship: you bring the paper, we'll colour it in.
Poem 49
Nikle Hai Khwabonka
Setting Out with Dreams
Nikle hai khwabonka baqsa lekar, jald hi ankhe khulengi...
Guzre in dino se behtar, kash hi zindagi milegi...
Koshish krenge aage badhkar pichhe mudna na bhulein,
Kisi ko kbhi jarurat pde to mumkin har darwazein kholein...
Apas mein anbann ho kbhi to wo darar na ban paye...
Raste mein bhale doori rahein par kbhi anjann na bann jayein...
Yehi mannat khuda se mangkar aage badh jate hai...
Matlabi duniya ki kashmakash mein thoda apnapan laate hai!
— ssp
Setting out with a bag full of dreams, hoping life ahead will be better. A shared promise to move forward but not forget to look back, to keep doors open, and stay connected despite distance.
Poem 50
Azmane Se
On Testing Bonds
Azmane se khul jati hai rishte ki buniyaad, itrane se nhi...
Khokar bhi rehta hai har pal koi yaad, mit jaane se nhi...
Shayad kuch bhi nhi thha humare beech...
Par bina palak jhapke bheed mei bhi neeji batein hoti thhi...
Wo ankhein yaad hai... batein yaad hai...
Rishte ko naam nhi thha shayad par ehmiyat jrur thhi...
Badahpan nhi, masumiyat jrur thhi...
Na humne kbhi btaya na kisine puchha...
Sukhi mitti ko sajane wali wo barish ki bund thhi...
Hath tham kar baithta thha... duniya hi alag lagti thhi...
Pta hai wo duniya meri nhi thhi par kasamse kafi khoob thhi...
Rona bilkul nhi chahunga kbhi, par ant tak har kvita rula deti hai...
Wo yaad, wo nazdiki, har gum bhula deti hai...
Pichhe mudkar ab sab sapna lgta hai...
Najane ab wapas kab nind ayein...
— ssp
Testing reveals the true foundation of a bond — showing off does not. Even without a name, what we had was real. A closeness like rain on dry earth. Memories that poems bring back, every single time.
Poem 51
Jinho Ne Baat Karna
Choose Your Circle Carefully
Jinho ne baat karna bhi nahi seekha,
Unse thhodi mulakat rakhenge...
Na jinho ne mushkil wakht dekha,
Unse thhodi jazbaat sikhenge...
Ye badi ehem soochi hai yaron,
Jara dhyan se chunna...
Socho, sath jinke jeekar kabil bane hai hum,
Unhe thhodi khudse durr rakhenge!
— ssp
Those who never learned to speak or never faced hardship — keep them at arm's length. Think carefully: the people alongside whom you became capable — keep them close.
Poem 52
Hum Dekhenge
We Shall See
Hum dekhenge!
Bachhe nahi hai, jo bas aagey dekhenge...
Budhe thodi hue, ki bas pichhe dekhenge...
Beech kahin lakir kheechlo,
bas wahin ke jawan hai hum...
Rishte aur kam ka santulan,
pata nahin hum kahase seekhenge!
— ssp
Not children who only look forward, not old enough to only look back. Somewhere in between — young, figuring out how to balance relationships and responsibilities.
Poem 53
Aai
For My Mother — (Marathi)
जन्मापासून जीव लावला जिने,
लहानाचं मोठं केलं ...
प्रयत्नांची पराकाष्ठा करत,
यशाच्या पायथ्याशी नेलं...
स्वतःहून जास्त माया जिच्यावर,
अशी ती एक...आई आहे...
निश्शंक जिच्यात देव पाहतो,
अशी विठ्ठल रखुमाई आहे...
आजवरच्या कष्टांचं मोल,
मी तरी तिला काय देणार...
5-स्टार च्या जेवणाला तरी,
तिच्या हातची चव काय येणार...
मोठं ही तिनेच केलं,
तरी लहानही तीच समजते...
अंतरमनात चालू असलेली लगबग,
फक्त तिलाच उमजते...
मजा मस्तीत पण शिस्त हवी,
हाच तिचा उपदेश...
बाबांना बिनशर्त साथ दिली,
इतके वर्ष हे मात्र विशेष...
थोडेही कुठे दुखावले तिला,
तरी दिवसभर मनास लागते...
कौतुकाची थाप जर मिळाली,
तर आभाळ सुद्धा ठेंगणे वाटते...
एवढेही शब्द पुरे आहेत,
डोळ्यात तिच्या पाणी यायला...
मोठा कितीही झालो तरी,
लहान होईन कुशीत शिरायला...
पन्नास पूर्ण झाली तशी,
किमान शंभरी होऊन जाऊदे...
स्वप्न असो वा झुंज सत्याशी,
डोक्यावर फक्त तुझा हात राहूदे...!
— ssp · (for Aai)
A son's tribute to his mother — she raised him, loves beyond herself, is both firm and gentle. Even a five-star meal can't match food from her hands. However tall he grows, he'll always be her little one.
Poem 54
Bhai
For My Brother — (Three Languages)
Aasan nahi hai bhai ke rishte ko, ek hi bhasha mein samjhana,
Isliye teen mein koshish karunga, kuch anuman lage to batana!
in english —
Who was my first friend? Whom did I tell the stories to?
It's good that just one guy
Is answer to all the questions, phew!
He saw me grow up, those memories will never be torn,
He's the best thing ever happened to me, even before I was born!
खरंतर —
मजा मस्ती वगैरे अगदी, सगळं त्यानेच शिकवलं
काय करावं नि काय करू नये, हे नेहमी त्यानेच दाखवलं !
माझ्या कपाटात माझे स्वतःचे कमी, त्याचेच कपडे जास्त आहेत,
इतर कोणा पेक्षाही घरात, याचेच नखरे जास्त आहेत!
bas —
Kya batau aur jyada, janamdin ki badhai ho!
Har pal jiyenge zindagi ka jismein, aapki khushi samayi ho!
Keh to diya sab, ab sirf akhir mein ye kahunga,
Kitna bhi bada ho jau hmesha, tumhara chhota bhai hi rahunga...!
— सौ.
A brother described in three languages — first friend, best memory, teacher of mischief and wisdom. My closet has more of his clothes than mine. However tall I grow, I'll always be your younger brother.
Poem 55
Jinhone Bolna Sikhaya
Those Who Taught Me to Speak
जिन्होंने बोलना सिखाया,
उनसे बात नहीं होती...
जो कभी हसने की वजह थे,
उनसे मुलाकात नहीं होती...
जीना है तो जी भी देंगे,
इतने कमजोर थोडी है मगर...
बड़े होकर भी ऐसा नहीं है की,
मां बाप के प्यार की दरख्वास्त नहीं होती...
— ssp
Those who taught him to speak — now he can't find words to speak to them. Those who were once the reason for laughter — no meetings happen anymore. Grown up, yet still needing a parent's warmth.
Poem 56
Kalam
The Pen
कलम लिखती गयी, और हम जीते गये...
कुछ हाथोंने लिखना सिखा दिया, कुछ ने जीना... !
— ssp
The pen kept writing and life kept living. Some hands taught him how to write; others taught him how to live.
Poem 57
स्वप्नातील सुख
Swapnatil Sukh — (Marathi)
स्वप्नातील सुख आणि नात्यांतील सहवास तो शोधतोय...
अनेक दिवसांनी आज मनातलं, मोजकं काही बोलतोय...
त्यास भविष्याचं भूत आणि वर्तमानाचा विचार कायम सलतोय...
अपेक्षांच्या ओझ्यापायी प्रत्येक पायरी तो जरा जपूनच चढतोय...
वाटचालीत धडपडतोय, मधेच वाट सुद्धा हरवतोय...
अपयश आणि अनुभवांतून मात्र कदाचित, एक यशस्वी व्यक्तिमत्व उलगडतंय...
गोष्ट त्या मुलाची आहे, जो career साठी झगडतोय...
उद्याच्या आयुष्यासाठी जरासा, आज जगायला विसरतोय...
कोऱ्या कागदाचा वैमानिक, थेट क्षितिजा पलीकडे उडू पाहतोय...
नव्या रंगानिशी बाहेर पडलेला, हा चित्रकारच बदलतोय...!
— ssp
A young man searching for happiness and connection. Haunted by the future, careful with each step. He stumbles, loses his way — but from failure and experience, a successful person is quietly emerging.
Poem 58
Udyachich Chinta
Tomorrow's Worry — (Marathi)
Udyachich chinta, kay re bhagwanta...
Ajche hi diwas kalchya athwanit ch jawe?
Kay hi dasha, Ann kuthli ti disha,
Sang tuch ya bhiti poti kse me nijawe?
Hach sarwancha wichar, rog ituka kay upchar,
Kuthlya ashewar ata ekhade swapn tri bghawe?
— ssp
Why does worry about tomorrow consume today? Which hope remains to dream upon? A universal ache — anxiety about the future quietly eating the present.
Poem 59
Kuch Kami
The Art of Living with Less
Kuch kami k sath jeena ek hunar hai...
Kuch nami k sath hasna ek ada hai...
Khwaishonki kaifiyat puchhna... achha hai...
Par bin bataye usey janna ek kala hai...
कुछ कमी के साथ जीना, एक हुनर है...
कुछ नमी के साथ हसना, एक अदा है...
ख्वाइशों की कैफियत पूछना, तो अच्छा है,
पर बिन बताएं उन्हे जानना भी, एक कला है...!
— ssp
Living with some shortage is a skill; laughing through some pain is grace. Knowing someone's wish before they say it — that's art. A gentle observation about resilience and quiet attentiveness.
Poem 60
Kavita Mein Shabd
Words in a Poem
कविता में, "शब्द" ये एक ही पहलू है...
कभी कभी अधुरा पड जाता है...
पर जब धुन उसे मिलती है,
तब सूर से जज़्बात जुड़ते है...
छुपे हो कहीं एहसेस अलग से,
तो ढूंढने थोडी पड़ते है ...
याद जुड़ी हो किसी ऐसेही गानेसे,
तो भूलना बड़ा मुश्किल ...
अक्सर कोई चलता है, तब गुजरा लम्हा याद आ जाता है ...
बस कुछ पल बिताएं जिनपर, उन्हे फिरसे सामने लाता है ...
शब्द वही, धुन भी समान...
बस हालात बदलें होते हैं...
कोई फूट के रोता है, तो कोई दूजा शुकर मनाता है...
सोचकर बिताना नहीं इसे...
खुलकर जीना होता है ...
— ssp
Words alone are incomplete in a poem — they need a melody. A memory tied to a song is impossible to forget. Some cry, others give thanks — the same music, different lives. Live openly, not just thoughtfully.
Poem 61
Sangeet
Music & Memory
Aksar jab koi chalata hai,
Wo guzra lamha yaad aa jata hai...
Bas ek hi din bitaya jispar,
Usey phirse samne lata hai...
Sangeet wohi, dhun bhi saman,
Bas halaat badal jatein hai...
Koi fut ke rota hai, to koi duja shukar manata hai...
Sochkar beetana nhi, isey to khulkar jeena hota hai...
— ssp
A familiar song triggers a memory — just one day spent together, but the music carries that person back. Some cry, some give thanks. The same tune, different lives, different feeling.
Poem 62
In Quest
On Identity — A Prose Reflection
In quest of trying to be like somebody, we always forget that eventually we were made unique. This quest takes us away from our own identity. When we completely transform and reach our destination in that quest, become somebody significant — congratulations, your own self isn't left much now.
So try to grow as a unique identity,
not to mold into an already developed stature.
— ssp
In trying to become someone else, we lose ourselves. Grow as a unique identity — not as a copy of someone who is already great.
Poem 63
Halat Ne Majbur
Life Made Me a Craftsman
Halat ne majbur bana diya,
Aur zindagi ne majdur...
Karagiri hum aise hi nhi sikhe janab...
हालात ने मजबूर बना दिया,
और जिंदगी ने मजदूर...
कारागिरी हम ऐसेही नही सीखे जनाब...!
— ssp
Life and circumstances forged this skill — craftsmanship was never learned easily. In both Hindi and Marathi, the message is the same: our struggles made us who we are.
Poem 64
Agar Sab Hi Ki Ruh
If All Souls Are One
Agar sab hi ki ruh ek sath judi hai...
To kyun hmare samne alag zindagi padi hai?
अगर सब ही की रूह एक साथ जुड़ी है...
तो क्यू हमारे सामने अलग अलग जिंदगी पड़ी है?
— ssp
If all souls are connected, why does everyone live such a separate life? A philosophical question about the contradiction between spiritual oneness and the reality of lived isolation.
Poem 65
Bekhudi
On Purpose
Bekhudi se wakif ho,
To kiske liye jiyein jaa rahein ho...
Jawab asan to hai nahin,
Maqsaad janne puri kaynaat khadi hai...
— ssp
Are you even aware of your own selflessness? Then for whom are you living? The answer isn't simple — but the entire universe is waiting for you to know your purpose.
Poem 66
Laksh
After Success, What?
Laksh paane ke liye mehnat karo!
Ye to bada asan jawab hai...
Asal mein safalta ke baad kya?
Ye bada umda sawal hai...
— ssp
Work hard to reach your goal — that's the easy answer. The real question is what comes after success? What do you pursue once you've achieved what you set out for?
Poem 67
Mar Gye
On Death & Blame
Mar gye usey nhi... reh gye unhe taqleef hai...
Zindagi ko kosiye janab... maut to badi nirdosh hai....
— ssp
The dead feel nothing — it's those who remain who suffer. Don't blame death; blame life for its cruelties. Death, in the end, is innocent.
Poem 68
Wakht Nhi Badal Raha
Change Everything
Wakht nhi badal raha to aap badal do...
Pehchan nhi badal rahi to naam badal lo...
Din nahin katt raha to kaam badal do...
Raat nahin guzar rahi to jaam badal lo...
Manzil nahin mil rahi to inaam badal do...
Mannatein hi puri na ho to bhagwan badal lo...
Khudko badalna hai to apni duniya badal do...
Duniya ko badalna hai to pehle khudko badal lo...
— ssp
If time won't change, change yourself. If your identity feels stuck, change your name. Everything is changeable — because when you change yourself, the world changes too.
Poem 69
Laugh Out
On Strength
Laugh out with ppl, but do cry alone...
People will admire, the strong will you have shown...
Don't pick the small things, the pitty looks people have thrown...
Just focus on the positives, surely their minds will be blown...
Continue with this process, maintain a polite tone...
And one day my friend,
For a good reason you will be known!
— ssp
Laugh with people, cry alone. Show strength, ignore small provocations, stay positive. One day, you will be known — for a genuinely good reason.
Poem 70
Janam Din
The Dream of Living
Janam din, tyohar jaisa, aaj kuch sama thha...
Dosti ka khumar aj thoda, hadd se aagey badha thha...
Haseen sabse khwab jiska, jeeneke baad ehsas ho...
Nind ayein khoob gehri, kal jab apne pass ho...
हसीन सबसे, ख्वाब जिसका,
जीनेके बाद एहसास हो...
नींद आएं खूब गेहरी,
कल जब अपने पास हो ...!
— ssp
A birthday feels like a festival, and friendship deepens a little more. The most beautiful dream is the one felt after truly living. Sleep deeply when the people you love are near.
Poem 71
जवानी की उम्र
Jawani Ki Umar — The Age of Youth
दर बदर की कश्मकश में,
बेतुकी सी आशिकी है ...
हर हुनर के एक सफर में,
एक छुपी सी सादगी है ...
उम्र का लिहाज करते ही,
फैसले की बुनियाद बदलती है ...
और एहमियत को जाननेसे ही,
रिश्ते की फर्याद समहलती है ...!
— ssp
In youth, there's a somewhat absurd romance in every struggle, a hidden simplicity in every skill. Decisions shift as you learn to respect age; relationships are sustained by recognising their worth.
Poem 72
Apnepan
On Belonging
Apnepan ka paimana mushkil...
Pareshan pitaji ki kaifiyat namumkin...
Na manzil mumkin hai,
Na rasta asan...
Bawjood nikal pada hai tey karne,
Ye khudgarz insan...
Kuch saal jo dharti par,
Hai sirf ek mamuli mehman...
Kya pta kyu dhund raha hai,
Anjan duniya mein ek khudki pehchan...
— ssp
Belonging is hard to measure; a worried father's feelings — impossible to describe. No clear destination, no easy road — yet this stubborn human keeps walking to find an identity in an unknown world.
Poem 73
Zindagi Adhuri
Life Is Incomplete
Zindagi adhuri hai dost, pyar nhi...
Ishq to har ek mukammal hai, magar ye sansar nhi!
— ssp
Life is incomplete — not love. Love, for every person, is whole and enough. But the world and its structures remain unfinished.
Poem 74
Wakht
Time
Insan kayin, bas dikkat yahin hai,
Ki wakht kisike pass nahin hai...
Sochte sab, khwaishein nayin hai,
Bin badal kisi ne barsaat sahi hai...
Sab bolte jarur, par sirf sunta to koi nahi hai,
Wakht jo kisike, pass nahin hai...
Ganomein dhun badli jarur,
Par kavita ke alfaz wohi hai...
Rachanatmak kalakar jarur, jaankar aj shrota nahi hai,
Wakht jo kisike, pass nahin hai...
Rishton mein narmai jarur,
Par faasion ki gehrai rahi hai...
Ehmiyaat ka sheesha saamne rakhe bina,
Fursat ki gunjaish nahi hai...
Sabko saman hai, Khali makan hai,
Apne bhi naseeb mein kambakht wahi aasman hai...
Mitti ki bas pehchan nahi hai, Hogi bhi to kaise bhala,
Wakht jo hamare pass nahi hai...
Agey badhna ka jazba to hai, par pichhe dekhne ki himmat kaha,
Kaamyaabi ki kashmakash mein, krutagyata ki parchhai nahi hai...
Kuchh to badal denge jarur, apni takdeer khud likhenge,
Abhi nahin par baadmein kabhi, kyunki...
Wakht kisike pass nahin hai!
— ssp
Everyone has many thoughts but no time. Everyone speaks but no one listens. Art flourishes but audiences disappear. Relationships soften but distances deepen. We all live under the same sky but feel rootless. We'll change things — but later, because time is never with us.
Poem 75
Har Hrutu Mein Alag Sawera
Every Season, a New Dawn
Har hrutu mein alag sawera,
Har barish mein alag guzara.
Jis disha bhi chalein jahan mein,
Har ankhon mein alag nazara!
— ssp
Every season brings a different dawn, every rain a different journey. In every direction, every pair of eyes holds a different view of the very same world.
Poem 76
Dil Ki Laparwahi
The Heart's Carelessness
Dil ki laparwahi aisi...
Ki haal puchhna hi bhul gaye,
Unki ek tanhayee aisi,
Ki sath chalna hi bhul gaye!
Phir kiski majal chalein,
Inn halaton ke saamne...
Wakht ke imtehan mein dekho,
Hum guzrna hi bhul gaye!
— ssp
The heart became so careless that it forgot to ask how you were. Your loneliness was such that I forgot to walk beside you. When life tests you like this, we even forget to simply pass through.
Poem 77
Aasman Mein Udna Ho Toh
If You Wish to Fly
Aasman mein udna ho toh,
Kyu dharti se nazar milayein...
Har disha mein mudna ho toh,
Kaise har ek ka wachan nibhayein...
Chand sametne ki ichha jab mann mein,
Kyu sitaronka jashn manayein...
Khushhal Zindagi ko badi banane,
Kyu har koi har roj jutt jayein...
— ssp
If you want to soar, why keep looking down at the earth? If you want to turn in every direction, how will you keep every promise? Don't celebrate the stars when you want the moon. The question is: why does everyone scramble daily for a happy life, yet so rarely find one?
Poem 78
Badalonke Surat Mein
In the Shape of Clouds
Badalonke surat mein, ye chanda ki kahani hai...
Ek deewane musafir ki, ye ankahi jubani hai...
Chal pada hai woh uss, manzil ko talashte hue,
Jis mukaam ki na usko, na khuda ko koi nishani hai...
Konsa raaz hai phir aisa, jo usko takad deta ho,
Jara khudse puchhke dekho janab,
Ye aapki aur meri nahi,
Har ek ki kahani hai!
Iss safar mein hume bhaagna hai, hume hi gir ke sawarna hai...
Kyunki aur kisi ki ho na ho,
Yahan chalti bas apni manmani hai!
— ssp
The moon has a story hidden in cloud shapes — a wandering dreamer's untold tale. He searches for a destination even God doesn't know. Look within for the secret that drives you — it's everyone's story. We must run and also learn to rise after falling.
Poem 79
Mitti Banne Taiyyar
Ready to Become Earth
Mitti banne taiyyar baithe hai,
Bas baarish banne ka wada karo...
Ittar chhupaye mehmaan baithe hai,
Ek guzarish banne ka wada karo....
— ssp
Ready to be earth — just promise to be the rain. Ready to hold fragrance within — just promise to become the gentle request. A metaphor for pure, selfless readiness in love.
Poem 80
Dilkhulas Hasya Agdi
Wholehearted Joy — (Marathi)
Dilkhulas hasya agdi, manmurad lutawe...
Lagech te anubhavnaryas,
Akash thengne watawe!
Itka sopa chhand, ya samajane jopasawa...
Nakshatranche dene lagun,
Manuski che shikhar gathave!
— ssp
Full-hearted laughter, fulfilling joy — and immediately, the feeling of touching the sky. Such a simple verse, so deep to truly understand. Stars guide us, and human greatness is built upon this very joy.
Poem 81
We Have the Least Control
A Prose Reflection
We have the least control over our lives and the world around us before our birth and after our death. That part is obvious.
What's not so obvious is that even within life, this pattern repeats. When we are born, we have almost no control. As we grow up, our control over our choices and surroundings gradually increases, reaching a kind of peak somewhere in mid-life. Then, as we age, that control slowly fades again.
It's like a curve that rises from helplessness, peaks in self-determination, and then gently returns to surrender.
— ssp
We control nothing before birth or after death. Even within life, control follows a curve — helpless at the start, peaking in midlife, surrendering again toward the end. Life is a gentle arc back to surrender.
Poem 82
Surya Kade Pahun
Looking at the Sun — (Marathi)
Surya kade pahun nawal watte,
Chandra peksha itka motha kasa?
Chandra kade pahun nawal watte,
Samudrat bhar toh ghalto kasa?
Samudra kade pahun nawal watte,
Rastyatil pratyek nadi bharto kasa?
Nadikade pahun nawal watte,
Osad srushtit jeev ante kashi?
Yatil kahi jeevankade pahun nawal watte,
Ya sarvanchi den wisarto kasa?
— ssp
A chain of wonder at nature — the sun, the moon, the sea, rivers, and the smallest living things — ending with a quiet question: how do we forget the gifts that all of existence gives us?
Poem 83
Kab Kya Sunte Ho
When You Listen Matters
Kab kya sunte ho,
ye maayne rakhta hai...
Kab kya bolte ho,
ye maayne rakhta hai...
Achha bura to kuch nahi,
sab uchit pal ka khel hai sarkar,
Ab ye yaad rakhte ho ya nahi,
Bas ye maayne rakhta hai!
— ssp
When you listen matters. When you speak matters. Nothing is inherently good or bad — it's always about the right moment. Whether you remember this or not: that is what matters most.
Poem 84
Nazara Wohi
Same View, Different Worlds
Nazara wohi par kaaynat alag thhi,
Hal donoke pass thha, bas musibatein alag thhi!
Har manzil kaamyabi jarur likhi thhi,
Bas inki apni apni, koshish hi alag thhi!
— ssp
The view was the same, but their worlds were entirely different. Both had solutions — just different problems. Every destination had success written into it — only the effort required was different.
Poem 85
Khud Ek Khayal
How to Speak When You Are a Thought
Khud ek khayal ho jo kisika,
Usko koi kaise aazmayein...
Khud jo koi kaat raha ho zindagi,
Wo kisiko sajah kaise sunayein...
Har koshish ki rukawton mein,
Jinhone hume jeena sikhaya...
Unn kamyab logoki mehfil mein,
Hum apna arz kaise farmayein..!
— ssp
If you yourself are just a thought in someone's mind, how can you be tested? If you're simply getting through life, how do you give advice to others? Among the successful, how do we even begin to speak our truth?
Poem 86
Time
A Prose Reflection
The amount we are happy or sad about something, is all decided by time!
What a fucking insane power for a stupid construction that just knows one way to go, literally doesn't even know how to stop.
— ssp
Everything about how happy or sad we feel is decided by time. An absurd amount of power for something that knows only one direction and cannot even pause.
Poem 87
Kaise?
How?
Suraj ugte hi kaam par jate,
Har manzar se dil behlate,
Laksh se behtar rastah na lagein,
Safalta haasil hogi kaise?
Pehli nazar mein jaanna chahte,
Ek mulakat mein sab batlate,
Samjh se pehle aagey badh gaye janab,
Parakh aakhir hogi kaise?
Beetein din ki takleef yaad kar,
Mushkil kal ka anuman lagate,
Har chinta dhyan rakhkar
hum jo Sone chale jate,
Nind puri hogi kaise?
— ssp
How can you achieve success if you don't first find a path better than the goal itself? How can you truly understand someone after just one meeting? And how can you sleep well when you go to bed carrying today's grief and tomorrow's worry?
Poem 88
Samjhne Ki Khwaish Nahin
I Don't Want to Be Understood — I Want Restraint
Samjhne ki khwaish nahin,
Bas samjhane ka sanyam chahta hu...
Jhoot kehne ki saajish nahin,
Bas sach likhne ki jurrat chahta hu...
Riwazonka ant nahin,
Bas kuch mein badlav chahta hu...
Pathhar mein bhagwaan nahin,
Bas dil mein insaan chahta hu...
— ssp
I don't wish to be understood — I want the restraint to explain myself well. Not conspiracy, but the courage to write truth. Not the end of customs, but change within some. Not God in stone — but humanity in hearts.
Poem 89
Akhir Chahte Kya Ho?
What Do You Actually Want?
Akhir chahte kya ho?
Samhalneki adat nahin,
Bas fisalneki ijajat chahta hu...
Kisi tarah ki ibadat nahin,
Bas do paal ki inayat chahta hu...
Ek duje par ehsaan nahin,
Bas dosti ka anumaan chahta hu...
Mohlle mein zikar nahin,
Bas khud ki pehchan chahta hu...
— ssp
What do you actually want? Not the habit of steadiness — just permission to slip. Not worship — just a moment of grace. Not obligation — just the warmth of friendship. Not fame in the neighbourhood — just recognition of oneself.
Poem 90
Panchhiyon Ki Tarah
Like Birds
Panchhiyon ki tarah koi,
Yun hi ghar badalta hoga...
Nadiyon sa bhavuk koi aur,
Behna jarur azmata hoga...
Uss bahav mein mausam unhe,
Badalna sikhata hoga,
Kahin ant mein sagar unhe,
Theherna samjhata hoga!
— ssp
Like birds that quietly change homes, like rivers that must keep flowing — seasons teach them to change, and finally the ocean teaches them to still. Nature's way of moving and, eventually, finding rest.
Poem 91
Koi Hawa Ke Sath Chalkar
Walk with the Wind
Koi hawa ke sath chalkar,
Badalon se jhagad lega!
Koi angdai sath kehkar,
Bas dharti se lipat lega!
Patte bikharna sikha denge,
Wakht guzarna sikha dega!
Ek bar aspass dekh loge agar,
Zindagi samhalna sikha degi!
— ssp
Walk with the wind and you'll end up arguing with clouds. Stretch out and you'll find yourself clinging to the earth. Leaves will teach you to scatter; time will teach you to pass. Look around once — life itself will teach you to stand.
Poem 92
Kab Aur Kaha
Right Time, Right Place
Kab aur kaha, ye khel bas isi ka hai...
Sahi wakht aur sahi jagah,
ye duniya bas uss hi ki hai.
Barsaat agar dhoop se mil jaye,
Toh saat rang jarur khilenge.
Chand agar dharti se judd jaye,
Toh khud mahasagar bhi hilenge.
Mitti suraj ka milap jo,
Toh jungle pura khil uthta hai.
Nadi parvaat jutt jaye,
Toh srushti ka sangam dikhta hai.
Wakht aur apni pehchan rakho bas,
Toh kahinse jarur madat milegi...
Dhoop mitti chand taron jaisi phir,
Apki bhi dastaan banegi!
— ssp
It's all about when and where. The right time, the right place — that determines everything. Rain and sun make a rainbow; the moon moves oceans; earth and sun bloom jungles. Know your time, know yourself — and your story will write itself.
Poem 93
Purpose
A Prose Reflection
Is it purpose that turns discomfort into meaningful sacrifice?
We often sacrifice for our loved ones, our country, or our career. The process can be uncomfortable, but it still feels fulfilling because it serves a higher purpose. When that purpose becomes unclear or disappears, the same discomfort no longer feels like sacrifice. It feels like regret.
So perhaps the real task is to hold on to our purpose before the discomfort takes over.
— ssp
Purpose turns discomfort into meaningful sacrifice. When purpose is clear, even pain feels fulfilling. When it disappears, the same pain becomes regret. The real task: hold on to purpose before discomfort takes over.
Poem 94
Naam Bada Karna
Make a Name
Naam bada karna pdega,
Surat se pehchan btayi nhi jaati...
Durr unhe karna pdega,
Kaamyabi jinse dekhi nhi jaati...
Insaniyat ko kareeb rkhna pdega,
Janazonse dosti seekhi nhi jaati...
Khayal sabka karna pdega,
Khushhali desh mein aisehi nhi aati...
Wafadar watan se rehna pdega,
Jaan jawanoki aisehi nhi jaati...
Thoda kaam khud hi ko krna pdega,
Sarkar har bar apni nhi aati!
नाम बड़ा करना पड़ेगा,
सूरत से पहचान बताई नहीं जाती...
दूर उन्हे करना पड़ेगा,
कामियबी जिनसे देखी नहीं जाती...
इंसानियत को करीब रखना पड़ेगा,
जनाजोसे दोस्ती किनी नहीं जाती...
खयाल सबका करना पड़ेगा,
खुशहाली देश में ऐसेही नहीं आती...
वफादार वतन से रहना पड़ेगा,
जान जवानोकी ऐसीही नहीं जाती...
थोड़ा काम हम ही को करना पड़ेगा दोस्त,
सरकार हर बार अपनी नहीं आती...
— ssp
You'll need to make a name — looks alone won't carry you far. Stay loyal to your country; soldiers' lives are not cheap. Some work simply has to be done by us — we cannot keep waiting for the government.
Poem 95
Nam Jaan Kar
What Will Knowing My Name Achieve?
Nam jaan kar kya kroge?
Hazil ho kuch to bol deta hu...
Mazhab se kitna kya smjhoge?
Sare bhagwan to pooj deta hu...
Janke kuch achha hua to hai nhi,
Yakin na ho to bol deta hu...
Sachhai janne ki takad ho to,
Itihas ke panne khol deta hu...
Chand - suraj se nhi apni mehnat se achhe din jaan leta hu,
Khuda jaankar pehchan nhi krta, apna kehkar dost maan leta hu...
Koshish karo sath chalneki, har manzil ek inam deta hu...
Naam jaankar kya kroge? Hasil ho kuch, to bol deta hu...!
— ssp
What will knowing my name achieve? All gods are acceptable to me. History is open for those brave enough to seek truth. I measure good days by my own effort, not the stars. Those who walk with me — I call my own.
Poem 96
Badonka Bachpna
Adults Are Becoming Children
Badonka bachpna badh raha hai,
Aur bchhon ki masumiyat ghat rahi hai...
Ajkal ki iss behat wyast duniya mein,
Chain ki nind kahi dum ghut rahi hai...
बडोंका बचपना बढ़ रहा है,
और बच्चोंकी मासूमियत घट रही है ...
आजकल की इस बेहत व्यस्त दुनिया में शायद,
चैन की नींद कही दम घुट रही है ...!
— ssp
Adults are becoming childish and children are losing their innocence. In this relentlessly busy world, peaceful sleep is quietly suffocating somewhere.
Poem 97
Wyaparatil Bhav
Values Lost in Trade
Wyaparatil bhav wadhtoy ani samajatil bhav kmi hotoy...
Roj roj ka tandav dekhe, jwala ek khayal hai...
Rang saman aur khoon laal phir bhi...
Batkar desh halaal hai...
— ssp
Prices in markets rise while values in society fall. Daily spectacles of division and violence — the nation split, though blood runs the same colour everywhere.
Poem 98
Kahani Toh Adhuri
At Least Finish the Poem
Kahani toh adhuri hi hai aapki,
Kamaskam shayari toh puri kar lo janab!
— ssp
Your story may be incomplete — but at least finish the poem, sir. A wry, affectionate nudge to someone who has given up halfway.
Poem 99
Meri Apni Kahani
My Own Story
Meri apni kahani mein abtak,
Bakiyonke hi kisse jyada hai...
Ehsaano ki jaaydaad mein abhi bhi,
Ma baap ke hi hisse jyada hai!
— ssp
In my own story so far, other people's tales take up more space. And in the estate of gratitude, parents still hold the largest share.
Poem 100
The Language You Speak
An Inquiry into Identity
The language you speak? I don't understand!
The voices you hear? Make it more clear!
It's just the gene bruh? But I'm wearing shorts!
How true one is? Oh I lie a lot!
Well then the interaction? Ah that might be it...
Oh the present emotion? That actually sounds lit...
Hey, the current moment? It's passing so quickly...
You're just an abstraction! That explains it pretty neatly!
— ssp
A rapid-fire inquiry into identity — language, genes, emotions, the present moment — all dismissed one by one. The conclusion: you're just an abstraction. A playful yet genuinely deep question about what defines a person.
Poem 101
What Defines You
An Unanswered Question
What defines "you" exactly?
Is it your body? But it ages everyday...
Is it your brain? But it develops everyday....
Is it your mood? Oh varies by minutes...
Is it the heartbeat? Oh rises in seconds...
People around you? How's that possible...
Place where you are? Come on, impossible...
What about your dreams? Those aren't real though...
And your past? Well that's dead no!
— ssp
What exactly is 'you'? Not the body (it ages), not the brain (it changes), not mood (it shifts), not heartbeat (it spikes), not the people around or the place you stand. Not even dreams or the past. The self remains stubbornly undefined.
Poem 102
So Easy to Forget
The Paradox of Being Human
So easy to forget, but difficult to remember.
So easy to let go, but difficult to hold on.
Why are humans like that?
It's so easy to ask,
But difficult to answer!
So easy to speak, but difficult to listen.
So easy to interpret, but difficult to understand.
So easy to enact, but difficult to behave.
So easy to follow, but difficult to lead.
So easy to make a mistake, but difficult to forgive.
So easy to justify, but difficult to accept.
— ssp
A list of human contradictions — forgetting is easy, remembering is hard; letting go is easy, holding on is not. We speak easily but listen poorly, make mistakes easily but forgive rarely. Why are we like this? Easy to ask — difficult to answer.
Poem 103
Keep Smiling on the Horizon
An English Verse
Keep smiling on the horizon,
Swim the ocean and meet me...
Next time we meet alone,
Don't forget to greet me!
Stay there in the thoughts,
Here by the side...
We are here for very long,
Let's enjoy the ride!
— ssp
Keep smiling from wherever you are, swim across and find me. Don't forget to say hello. Stay near in thought. We're here for a long time — let's enjoy the ride.
Poem 104
There Are Just a Few Days
An English Verse
There are just a few days,
When your night is mine...
The day rises for both,
At the same time!
I know life's in other days too,
But we miss those few...
When the moments are short,
And many hugs are due!
Anyway come join me,
In the promise of little things...
Those that we aspire,
And those which bring joy within!
— ssp
A few rare days when your night is mine and we wake to the same dawn. Life continues in other days too, but we miss those precious few — when time is short and hugs are overdue. Come join me in the promise of small, joyful things.
Words That Stayed
my words will be printed on hearts not stones...
Key to a long conversation is the right person.
You were talking to your world, I was talking to mine!
Her smile was the same, maybe my eyes started pursuing it differently...
Her presence was the same, maybe my heart started beating differently...
99% of who you are is invisible or untouchable — dark matter/energy resembles.
A poem is a fantasy of a paragraph!
Some just collect stones... not all perfect crystals. Some amorphous, some imperfect shapes. But they love to collect. They value their collection... Others, they collect people.
Night is vulnerable... No matter how bright a day passes by, it's always vulnerable.
Give me an empty canvas and I will be able to paint a picture myself! But it's not easy to find a completely empty canvas these days... coz everyone comes with a baggage.
U cant break a man who's already broken... and can't steal a heart which is already taken!
Let your laughter be cheap... not your tears...
Keep your houses clean, then you won't worry about the guests...!
Don't lose the child in you... even if one isn't pregnant!
You can't be in someone's shoes... but you can help them try new ones!
Someone's experiences can be shared... but can't be experienced!
Ur life doesn't need to be miserable for you to be a philosopher!
Most important ingredient of a delicious dish is the hunger.
Best thing about being in a good mood is not knowing exactly why you are in that mood...
Our own experience is the only unique thing we all have in common!
We often tell many things which don't matter much only to those who matter the most.
Work after relaxation is as necessary as relaxation after work.
To be a scientist is to be naive. Truth doesn't care about us. We should care about it.
Since childhood, we were always keen on going out.
Now that it's adulthood, we are always looking forward to coming back home.
Applause is optional.... Response is necessary!
If words would have been sufficient to describe everything... what's the use of those eyes!
Talk until the silence isn't awkward anymore!
Find the purpose — the means will follow.
We are on same page, but with different expressions.
Lost opportunities are gained lessons!
Go with the flow and one ends up in the sink!
When you know that journey is life... make someone a part of it... life will be beautiful.
Nothing will be left except satisfaction.
Die with fame than live with shame.
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