A birthday poem for me and my reply...

A friend sent this on my bday

Aapne chupa ke rakha ki aapka janam din hai,
Fir bhi duniya walon ne bata diya......
Kabhi hindi main kavita nahi likhi
Toh is shubh divas par shuru kiya!

Janam din ki hardik shubkamnayen
Aapki har aasha poori ho!
Aage badho, safal raho, ladki dhoondo!
Kya pata? Aapke vajah se do-chaar aur goldy ho? ;)

and my reply to her....

Padh kar aapki yeh pyaar bhari panktiyan
Hua mujhe ehsaas, ki mainey kya galat kiya
Khil utha mera yeh murjhata hua chehra
Jab meri bhool nay tumhe kavi bana diya

Jo yaad kar liya hamey in panktiyon main tumney
Is naacheez kay janamdin ko aur khaas bana diya
Fida ho jayegi ab har sunheri pari humpar
Jab tumney is chehre ko muskurahat ka ghar bana diya.....

On a Wing & a Prayer

What weird games they play

With a new facade each day

They say we hunt in packs

Like needles in a hay stack

Often they, hunter's, get hunted

One door to other, get shunted..........

They take pride in their exclusivity

Solemn kings of their doomed city

Somalia puts their results to shame

Empty minds, find no one to blame

Our meetings are like pot-boilers

But alas, we get no spoilers....

Our Marriage was a celebrated event

We all knew what "faith" it meant

The day "faith" was chosen by democracy,

Today, killed by nepotism and secrecy,

On a Wing and a prayer, we now are living,

But soon, there shall be an uprising

But soon, there shall be an uprising..........