I was thinking about this from a long time...what shall i write for my 50th entry on this blogspot...how magnanimous this should be...then I got a Birthday gift and I am unwrapping it in front of you...
maine socha ek tohfa dun
tere zanmdin ke aagman par
bahut dhundha par paya nai
kuch aisa jo la sake khushi tere honthon par
janta hun teri khushi hai kahan
par vo tujhe de nahi sakte ham
........magar................
khushi insaan ke dil main hoti hai
man le agar to sanvar jaye tera ghar
teri duniya main to sab kuch hai
khuli aankho se tu dekhe gar
jo pa nahi saka use bhul ja bas
ban jayega fir khushi bhara har manjar
man meri baat tere sapne fir se sajenge
teri duniya main fir se naye phool khilenge
zindagi adhyayon main hi aati hai
iske panne jald hi badlenge
hamare liye to har din tu naya tohfa lata hai
har din fir se janmdin ho jata hai
Zindagi uski hi hai jisse koi aa ke kahe
dekh tere hone se maine kya paya hai
Garmi ki is tej dhup jaisi jindagi main
tu ham doston ka ghana saya hai
Dua itni hi hai abb rab se
rang bhare vo tere sapno main
jitni khushiyan baanti hai tune
Utni hi khushiyan ho tere daaman main
I never thought I was worth a poem....spellbound is Saurabh....unforgettable is the gift...
how grand is 50th entry,dear reader?
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hamare liye to har din tu naya tohfa lata hai
har din fir se janmdin ho jata hai
bohot khub....janm din wahi hai jisme zinda rehne kaa ehsaas bana rahe.....aur zindagi to nadi ki tarah hai jisme ham sabhi beh rahe hai......agar moti paana hai to dub jaao issme jitna doob sakte ho......nikloge jab baahar haath me moti liye...to din bhi tumhaara hoga....aur janm bhi tumhaara.....
phir mai kahunga.....
Janmdin Mubaarak!
Kunal,
I Will keep inspiring people,wherever needed and moreover..I am singing my favourite poem tonight...by Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it's queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there's some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Love,
Saurabh
Very optimistic.......
ek poet k liye isse auchha birthday gift aur koi nahi ho sakta.
...SWATI...
really really grand and apt....!
kudos to imanigation of the giver..thanks for shwoing the way life ought to b taken...and great for saurav to get the message vividly..!happy b'day....cheers!!!
Happy B'day Saurabh :-) and certainly u deserve this poem... and for the poem, no doubt a wonderful stream of words... thanks to the poet who presented you with this gift... a best gift ever given :-)
Yo... an invaluable birthday gift. U shud be lucky to have such a wonderful friend.
Normally,gifts wud have perish with time but these kinds of gifts make their presense in ur life forever and as long as history lasts.
Wish u had a merry merry b'day.
It is the best birthday gift. truly inspiring. kudos to the poet.
-Anonymous
Fantastic birthday gift. It teaches how to keep going ur life. really motivational.
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