At 28, a paraplegic, she makes her living from the stock markets

हर घडी खुद से उलझना है मुक़द्दर मेरा...
मैं ही कश्ती हूँ .... मुझी में है समन्दर मेरा!
--निदा फाजली

[... I struggle with myself in every moment of my life ....with the challenges which may be physical or mental...this struggle has got so much into my life that it has become my destiny to entangle with them all the times....and while taking them head-on, I know that inside me is the boat to sail through and the ocean of difficulites as well....!! ]





Sujata Burla's life took an ugly turn on June 9, 2001. On a pilgrimage to Shirdi, where the Sai Baba temple in Maharashtra is located, from Hyderabad, she met with an accident.

Four months later, the doctors and physiotherapists treating her told her she could not walk for the rest of her life. The accident had turned her into a paraplegic. It meant Sujata was immobile below the shoulders. She was just 21.

Soon people who she thought were her friends abandoned her and Sujata was left alone. Compounding her tragedy was her father's death in March 2004. Not one to be easily cowed down by her circumstances, she started learning about the stock markets that year.

Now she trades like a pro and earns anywhere between Rs 200,000 and Rs 250,000 every month. On a day like Wednesday, September 19, 2007, when the Nifty was up 186 points, Sujata made a cool Rs 600,000 in a single day. She has still not sold her position.

"I expect the Nifty to touch 4800 in the next two, three trading days. I will sell my position then," Sujata told this correspondent in a telephone conversation from her home in Hyderabad.

Sujata moves around in a wheelchair and does not regret this fact. Financial independence is what she strove for and that is exactly what she has got through sheer determination and discipline.

How do you cope with such a trauma?

Before, I could not even write or type. Now I have got used to it. I can easily type and trade on my computer and laptop.

In the first four months after my accident I did not even know I would never be able to walk again. I went into a depression feeling that this was the end of life for me.

Does your condition make you dependant on others?

I am the kind of person who doesn't like to depend on anybody -- whether financially, physically or mentally. So, it was very tough for me to physically depend on somebody. I soon realised that financial independence could get me much more freedom in life.

So I started thinking how I could earn money. I worked with my sister, who is a fashion designer, and learned a bit about it. I soon started a textile workshop where I employed 10 people. However, the workers took undue advantage of my physical disability leading to losses. Since I wanted to be independent I started moving towards stock market trading. The textile workshop business is now my secondary business.

How did you get into the stock markets?

I realised that if at all I have to succeed in life I would have to do something for which I don't have to depend on anybody. Through a friend of mine I came to know about the stock markets in 2004. It took me almost a year to understand the various nuances of the stock market and it was in 2005 that I actually started trading.

What was your first trading/investment experience like?

My first investment was in blue chip companies like Reliance Industries , Hero Honda, ACC and IDBI. However, the Rs 100,000 that I invested did not earn me any returns. It was my first investment and I did not know when to sell or the right time to sell my stocks. That learning experience helped me to hone my skills in the stock markets.

How much do you make from trading in stocks now?

My turnover for a month is over Rs 3 crore. But my actual investment is only Rs 15 lakhs. I make anywhere between 10 to 15 per cent per of this investment per month. It is like I earn 20 to 30 per cent sometimes and lose 10 per cent at other times. This takes my average monthly return to 10 to 15 per cent every month of my total investment of Rs 15 lakhs.

Could you share your success mantras for our readers?

• Read all the advice that you get from various business television channels, newspapers, friends who understand the stock markets but be extremely cautious and disciplined when you act on this advice.
• Never extend your trading bets beyond your means. I speak to my friends; get investment and trading ideas from my brokerages (she is registered for online trading with Reliance Money, Indiabulls Kotak Securities).

How would you identify yourself as a stock market player?

I am a short-term trader; I am surely not a long-term investor.

Do you trade intra-day?

Well, if my bets appreciate considerably then I take home my profits on the same day. Otherwise, I wait for my investments to bear at least 7 to 8 per cent returns before I actually sell it.

Intra-day trading, though, is very risky as most traders tend to burn their fingers trying to time the market. And I have lost quite a bit of money trading intra-day in the cash market, believe me.

How much have you deposited with all these brokerage companies?

As I told you earlier, my total deposit with all the three brokers is Rs 15 lakhs. Using this amount I buy Call Options within my overall limits. There is no concept of margin money in options. Whatever money I have earned till now is only through Option trading. You can do risk-less trading in Options using a small amount.

As a safe strategy I never write a Put Options. Put Options are very risky. That way I am a very safe trader. In Puts I can even make 50 per cent a month on my investments; but then I can lose the same amount too. My principle is if I make money I make it; I shouldn't lose money at all.

I usually write a Call Option on the Nifty. I am always long (buying first and then selling at a higher price to make profit) on the markets and whenever the market is too overbought. I wait for the markets to cool down.

The last two days turned out to be very good for the stock markets. How much did you make in these two days?

Actually, it is celebration time for me. I made 80 per cent returns today (September 19, the Nifty was up 186 points or 4.09 per cent). Most of the Nifty Calls went up by 80 per cent today. However, I did not invest the entire Rs 15 lakhs because I am sitting on a bit of cash as the markets have run up too fast in the recent past. I invested only 50 per cent of Rs 15 lakhs on which I made an 80 per cent return (Editor's note: That's a cool Rs 600,000; don't rub your eyes in disbelief; you read it right!).

However, there are times when I lose a big amount of money in trading. Such gains happen only once in a lifetime. The losses that I make during the year sort of offsets such gains.

But remember that these things don't happen every other day. I have still not booked my profits. I am still holding on my positions. I plan to sell them after a day or two because I feel that the markets can still go up -- at least for the next two, three days -- based on the strong momentum. I am expecting the Nifty to go up to 4800 at least.

Actually, the target given by one of my brokerage houses is 4900 but I am going to book profits at 4800 levels. Too much greed is also not good, is it?

Moreover, it is the festive season and Diwali is just round the corner. Normally, the markets go up during Diwali. There will be some profit booking (a situation when a trader sells her/his stocks at a profit) tomorrow and the day after that but the general mood is likely to remain bullish till Diwali. I don't expect a market crash or correction till Diwali.

Do you stay with your family?

I stay with my mother and cousin Priya. My father passed away on March 20, 2004. I have a sister and two brothers but they are all married and lead separate lives.

Do you have friends?

Before the accident I had many friends but they all ran away after my accident. They were all false friends. People like this go where there is money, success and happiness. People like these don't chase failures.

After my accident I have a different set of friends. I have a few friends now but they are my true friends. They have been with me through my bad times. They really care for me. I can count Pradeep and Ashish amongst my true friends now.

I have taken this interview from rediff.com, dated september 20th,2007....for the benefit of those who are still unaware of power of investment in the stock market... and moreover...the human will !!

देखो....

Five triplets presented here are different times of childhood...each in itself has got distinctive and more than one meaning ,yet each one of them is connected to the previous one.


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दूर देश से आई ठंडी हवा गुनगुना रही
और नन्हें सपनो की बौछार में भीग रहे शैतान

देखो!...नींद से अलसाई आँखे,हौले से खुल रही हैं


आज तारे एकटक बैठे हुए
और रात भी ठहरी ठहरी हुई

देखो!..."snow white" खेल रही है...


अपनी शक्लें बदल रही है माटी
और कभी गुडिया तो कभी गाड़ी में बदल रही माटी

देखो!...नन्ही हथेलियों से क्या क्या बन रही है माटी



वक़्त की स्लेट पे वह सुबह-ओ-शाम ख्वाब खुरच रहा
और पंचियो से नर्म रुई उधार ले, कभी कभी मिटा रहा

देखो!...उसकी लडखडाती "पेंसिल" कमाल कर रही है



बादलों की खिड़की से सूरज ख़ुशी-खुशी झांक रहा
और हरे पत्तों पे गिरे रात के आन्सुओ को गुदगुदा रहा

क्यूँकि देखो!... "बच्चे" school जा रहे हैं . . .



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Written for five kids.....


और सारे बडे लोगो के लिए निदा फाजली ने लिखा है...
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बच्चों के छोटे हाथों को,चांद सितारे छूने दो,
चार किताबे पढ़के वो भी हम जैसे हो जायेंगे....

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.....कि अब जी नही लगता

इन् लम्हों के बीच से
आओ अब चलें,

कि जीं नही लगता...

लम्हों की ये बूंदे,
कहीं गुम ना हो जाएँ...
हिफाज़त से मर्तबान में रख लो
और आदत से कभी कभी चखते रहना !

लेकिन,आओ अब चले
कि इन तारो के बीच
जी नही लगता...

चारो तरफ बिखरी
उनकी ज़िया..उनकी रौशनी..
घर अपने अँधेरे से मिलाए
क्यों ना उससे एक दिया जलाये


आओ अब चले....
कि इन् हवाओ पे
इस चटकीले धनुक पे
कब से दौड़ते कूदते...
अब जी नही लगता

पाँव में छाले पड़ गए हैं
क्यों ना अब मरहम करें


लेकिन आओ अब चले

बहते पानी की धार में
उदास बैठे हुए साहिल से लड़ते...लहरों कि मार में
कि अब जीं नही लगता.....

क्यों ना खारे पानी से
बाग़ के सूखे फूलों में
एक उम्र भरें...


आओ अब चले...

एक नज़्म की गोद में
कलम के आँचल में

कुछ सफ्हो की लोरी सुने
कुछ लफ्जों की शैतानी करे
सहर होने तक...
यूं ही हम नज़्मे कहते रहे
यूं ही हम नज़्में लिखते रहे
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आओ अब चले
के जी नही लगता.....




ज़िया(Ziyaa) --->Brilliance
सफहा(Safha)--->lines of a poem
नज़्म(Nazm)--> a specific form of poetry
सहर(Saher)--->Dawn
धनुक(Dhanuk)-->Rainbow



Written for my imagination....who refuses to sleep!


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In lamho ke beech se
aao abb chale,

ke jee nahi lagta


lamhon ki ye boonde,
kahin gum na ho jaayen...
hifaazat se martbaan mein rakh lo
aur adat se kabhi kabhi chakhte rahna


lekin,aao abb chale
Ke in taaro ke beech

jee nahi lagta...

charo taraf bikhri hai
unki ziyaa..unki roshni..
apne ghar ke andhere se milaaye
kyu na usase ek diya jaalaye


aao abb chale
ke inn havao pe
iss chatkeele dhanuk pe
kab se daudte koodte...
abb jee nahi lagta

paanv mein chaale pad gaye hain
kyu na abb marham karein


Lekin aao abb chale

bahte paani ki nukeeli tez dhaar mein
udaas baithe hue sahil se ladte..lahro ki maar mein
ke abb jee nahi lagta

Kyu na khaare paani se
baag ke sookhe phoolon mein
ek umr bharein


Aao abb chale...

Ek nazm ki goad mein
kalam ke aanchal mein

kuch safho ki lori sune
Kuch lafzo ki shaitaani kare
Saher hone tak...
yun hi hum nazmein kahte rahein
yun hi hum nazmein likhte rahein

...............................................................
aao abb chale
Ke jee nahi lagta

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"He called me shorty"

Fifteen years later, AMITABH BACHCHAN remembers his co-star and best friend, Amjad Khan

I FIRST met him on the outdoors of Sholay. He had an endearing presence, one that was immediately likeable. A quality that most succumbed to. I was keen on knowing who he was from day one because he was going to play the role that I had liked best: Gabbar Singh.

His credentials preceded him. Salim-Javed, the writers of the film, had recommended him after seeing his work on stage. They spoke of him in glorious terms. In hindsight, how prophetic it turned out.

We loved every thing about him during the making of the film-his persona, his style, his performing capabilities. But we were skeptical of his voice. We felt it was too feeble for a frame so large, and for Gabbar. But he disproved us. That very voice became the most attractive part of the character and, indeed, the film.

Music of a film coming out on 33-1/3 rpm records was a common feature in those days. But for Sholay, the dialogues of the film came out first, and most of the dialogues were Amjad's. Till date, it is only his dialogues that remain in our memory.

Amjad made friends easily and trusted them without question. It came naturally to him. He would hurt when they betrayed him, but was never vengeful.

The tea industry in India needed to acknowledge him for their sales. He drank gallons of it during the course of a day. Tea and his bank of lighthearted banter were two constants in his life.

He possessed great intellect. His study curriculum and his interest in the written word, not necessarily in English, were other attributes. Urdu poetry and music of the semi-classical nature found a prominent space in his daily routine. Ghazal evenings were often organised on the terrace of his Bandra house; he was in his element then.

He voluntarily helped people. Not just friends, people. I know for sure that there were several occasions when he would work in a project purely because it would bring someone out of financial trouble, knowing well that the project would perhaps be harmful for his own commercial standing. In the very selfish and materialistic environment of today's world, it was hard to believe that someone would actually risk his reputation for an unknown.

In times of trouble, you could trust him to be standing beside you. It was ironic and sad therefore for me to note, that when he had his car accident driving to Goa for the shoot of a film that he and I were starring in, there was no one beside him. He was in bad shape. The accident had occurred some miles away from the city. His wife and little Shadaab, his son, were with him. Stranded on the highway, it was a Herculean task for him to find help. By the time we got him to the Goa Hospital in Panjim, a unit in those days devoid of sophisticated medical equipment, he was slipping into a coma.

One of the most difficult decisions of my life at that moment was to take the responsibility of signing the document on behalf of him and his family, for surgical procedures to be initiated. There was no one around. His family was in Bombay and could only come in the next day, and those for whom he had come to work for, did not want to take the risk.

The hours that went by during the surgery, as they repaired his broken ribs and pierced lung, were a nightmare. When he made it out of the OT, I drank myself silly that night and wept, and prayed that he would survive. He was a tough cookie; he made it.

He was shifted to Bombay soon after and he recuperated at Nanavati Hospital. I just didn't have the courage to go and meet him; reverse withdrawal symptoms. It was difficult to see this strong specimen of masculinity, lying limp, weak and defeated. Until, he wrote me a note from his bed, the contents of which I cannot disclose, and I went across to see him. He was fine. The banter was back, as was that ever present mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

During the making of one of the several films we did together, I think it was Parvarish by Manmohan Desai, we were on a set of the climax where a mock submarine had been constructed. As was the temperament on most Manji's films, other than him, we all would find the situations he created greatly illogical. (It's another matter he would always have the last laugh; because all his illogic eventually rattled the cash registers at the box office.) This one was no different.

We suddenly discovered that all the artists on set were Librans-Shammiji (Shammi Kapoor), Vinod Khanna, Amjad, Kader Khan and myself. So we quickly and very wittily invented a little ditty 'We are crazy Librans (beeping) up this film!' sung to the tune of a famous World War II, British motivational battle song. This became our signature greeting every time we found ourselves in similar extenuating circumstances and we would have a good laugh over it.

In 1982, I had my accident on the sets of Coolie. Coming out of the ICU after two months, one of the first to meet me in hospital was Amjad. As he walked into the room at Breach Candy Hospital, he burst into "We are crazy Librans". It was perhaps the first time the nurses saw a smile on my face.

He left us suddenly. Unexpectedly, without warning. In his sleep. On hearing the news, I rushed to his house and up to his bedroom. It was difficult to imagine he had gone. This wonderful friend, this great companion and colleague just lay there as though in deep sleep.

And as I looked on, I almost felt that any moment he would open his eyes and with his mischievous grin greet me with a "Hi Shorty".

from The Indian Express

सड़क

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Ulajhi hui raaho per,kaisa ye tamasha hai
Jab waqt thahrata hai,raahi badh jaata hai

eento ki bani sadkein,paati kab manzil hai
Jab saans ukhadti hai,darwaaja bulaata hai

sookhe kuch patton ko,havao ne udaaya hai
Jab dagar thithurati hai,patjhad bhi rulaata hai

mudte-chalte raaho ko ,aj bechaini ka saaya hai
Jab din ki lau bujhti hai,makaa apna yaad aata hai

panchi ya musafir ho,'khayaal' thoda hi saath nibhaya hai
Jab raat amavas ki hai,chand bhi kaha aata hai !!!

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उलझी हुई राहों पर,कैसा ये तमाशा है
जब वक़्त ठहरता है,राही बढ जाता है

ईंटो कि बनी सडकें,पाती कब मंज़िल है
जब सांस  उखड़ती है,दरवाजा बुलाता है

सूखे कुछ पत्तों को,हवाओ ने उड़ाया है
जब डगर ठिठुरती है,पतझड़ भी रुलाता है

मुड़ते-चलते राहों को ,आज बेचैनी का साया है
जब दिन कि लौ बुझती है,मकाँ अपना याद आता है

पंछी या मुसाफिर हो, 'ख़याल' थोडा ही साथ निभाया है
जब रात अमावस कि है,चांद भी कहाँ आता है !!!


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बेवजह

कहती है खामोशियाँ ये बात इस तरह
लेता है किसी का ये क्यों अहसान बेवजह !

चलते हुए तेरे कदमो से राहे गूंजती रही
कोई और जो चला तो हुई सुनसान बेवजह !

किल्कारिया भरते थे जो लम्हे सभी...कभी
सूजी है आज आंखें,रोये वो नादान बेवजह !

ढलता रहा सूरज कि तरह,बिखरा के रौशनी
ये रात क्यों आयी...हो तुझसे अनजान बेवजह !
जाना तो था 'ख़्याल ' साथ बहोत दूर तक हमे
चलो ढूँढता हूं अब "वो" मेहमान बेवजह !

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Kahtee hai khamoshiyan ye baat iss tarah
leta hai kissi ka ye kyu ahsaan bewajah

Chalte hue tere kadmo se raahe goonjti rahi
koi aur jo chala toh hui sunsaan bewajah

Kilkaariya bharte the jo lamhe sabhi kabhi
sooji hai aj aankhe,roye jo naadan bevajah

Dhalta raha sooraj ki tarah,bikhra ke roshni
Ye raat kyu aayi...ho tujhse anjaan bevajah

Jaana toh tha saath 'khayaal' bahot door tak hume
Chalo dhoondhta hoon abb woh mehmaan bewajah

Ek Geet

Dhoop ki lakeer pe jume hue se kuch khwaab
.......andhere ko pasand nahi aaye

Raat ki dahleez pe sooraj ke ugne ke aasar
........andhere ko pasand nahi aaye

Panchiyon ke badlon ko jeet lene ke armaan
........andhere ko pasand nahi aaye

Ghonsle ke deewaro ko rang lagaane ke aas
........andhere ko pasand nahi aaye

Tap-tap tapkati baarish ki boondo ka sachcha sa sangeet
Door se aati havaon mei mitti ka saundha swaroop
.......andhere ko pasand nahi aaye

Akele raaste pe chalne ka kiya tha jo pran
Ujaale se milaane ka diya tha jisne vachan
Woh Raasta aur uska Jeevan
.......andhere ko pasand nahi aaye


Rahte hue iss andhere mein hi
kyu naa hum holi manaye
Aao andhera jaalaye
Aao andhera jaalaye !

Naa pade fir koi khwaab kaala
Aur raat ko bhi de sooraj ujiyaara
Tinka tinka fir ghosle ka rangeen ho
Aur goonjta boondo ka sangeet ho

.......Aao andhera jaalaye
.......Aao andhera jaalaye!




The inspiration for this poem was a "thick bundle of sunrays" peeping through the half open door and coming into my room...


Written for Vijay

कुछ बातें

कुछ सुबह की धुंध थी
और याद है मुझे
तुम...एक ग़ज़ल सी
बेफिक्र ..बेपरवाह
सो रही थी


कुछ था आलस
तुम्हारी उभरी आँखों को
माथे पर पड़े हुए बल को
कभी कभी यूँ ही आई
एक गहरी सी हंसी को


कुछ था आलस
खिड़की से आती
कभी कभी तुम्हे परेशा करती
एक टुकड़ी धूप को


और कुछ था आलस
तुम्हारे चेहरे पे लहराते
इक् शरारती बाल को


नन्ही साँसों के डुबान से जो
हिल तो रहा था
ना जाने क्यों पर
चेहरे से दूर नहीं जा रहा था


काफी देर तक ..यूँ ही 
मै भी एक तक सा  देखता रह गया 
उन् साँसों से इधर उधर 
कभी लरजते ,सिमटते और मुड़ते
कभी यहाँ कभी  वहाँ भागते 
उसी एक शरारती बाल को 


अपनी भी आवारगी कुछ ऐसे थी
पूछ बैठे उसी से "करोगे दोस्ती"


एक सांस बाद
कुछ मुदा तुड़ा सा वो
एक तिल के ऊपर से गुजरता है
और कहता है


ठीक है
हुई तुमसे दोस्ती
करो एक प्रॉमिस

कोशिश की बहुत आजतक
लेकिन कभी इस ग़ज़ल से
बात नहीं हो सकी

थोड़ी हिम्मत करके मैंने सोचा
आखिर तुम्हारा नाम तो जान ही लूं

लेकिन , चुपके से..जब भी
तुम्हे सोता हुआ देखता हूँ
और जब भी चेहरे पर खेलते हुए
उस बाल को देखता हूँ

कुछ बातें करनी थी जो
कुछ किस्से कहने थे जो
उनको भूल जाता हूँ

और जब तुम्हारी आँखें खुलती हैं
दाहिने हाथ की किसी ऊँगली से
उस शरारती बाल को चेहरे से हटा के
बड़े करीने से जुल्फों  में बाँधा जाता है

मै उस प्लेन की खिड़की से बाहर देखता हूँ
और ये सोचता हूँ

क्या तुम्हारी आँखें खुली हुई थी 
जब हम कुछ बातें कर रहे थे ?





Written for a co-passenger in Air Deccan flight.....

कविता

शब्दों के बाग़ से चुने कुछ कलियाँ
गुथी एक माला
और यूं बुनी है एक कविता

एक कविता ,धीमे धीमे...
जिसने सीखा महकना
फूलों से दोस्ती करना
धागों से गुफ्तगू करना
रंगो में घुल घुल हंसना

कुछ लिखा,कुछ ना लिख पाय
कुछ कह दिया,कुछ भूल गया
कुछ सुना गया,कुछ अन्सुना रह
तुम्हारे लिए तो बुनी थी शब्दों कि माला
तुम्हारे लिए ही नर्म खुशबु भरी थी
शायद लगा मुझे के
तुम इससे अपने करीब पाओगे
इस रंगभरी कविता को
अपने होठो पे सजाओगे
आह.....तुमने तो छुआ भी नही
मेरा दिया तोहफा तो खुला ही नही
दम घुट गया उसका धीमे धीमे
लेटे लेटे एक "gift wrapper " से कमरे में
सो गयी थक-कर
वो दो आंखें पीली पीली
झिन्झोड़ा आज बहुत...उठी नही
एक फूल भी नसीब नही हुआ
उस माला को ..जो फूलों से भरी थी
काश !आज भी तुम आ जाओ
उस कविता को सुर्ख फूल दिखा जाओ
क्या खबर...शायद फिर से उखड़ी साँसे आ जाये
क्या खबर...शायद फिर से दो धड़कने हिला जाये!

...........

Avaaz

Gumsum see ek chidiya thi
Sab ke liye paheli thi
Kuch ke liye jaadui pudiya thi
Gumsum see ek chidiya thi

Saara jungle saathi tha
Titli ho phool ho chahe woh haathi tha

Sab yun hi poocha karte

Tum humare jaise kyu na rahte
Naa hi raaston pe nikalte
Aur naa kuch avaaz hi karte
Jaane kyu gumsum raha karte

Dekho timtim taaron ko
Poocho in anokhe nazaaron ko
Kahtee hai ye raat suhaani
Poori karo apni tum kahaani


Gumsum Chidya kahtee hai

Apnee avaz sunaati hoon
Kuch jaroori bataati hoon
Jab Sab sapno mein khoye rahte hain
Main pratidhvaniyan suntee hoon
Sun sun kar hi hunstee hoon
Aur sun sun kar hi rotee hoon

Kya aie chand sitare
Kya aie anchue nazare
Aur tum raat suhaani
Sunogi meri kahaani...

Darkar bole saare ye
Rahna khush aur chamakna hai hume
Kabhi fursat mille toh sunte hai
Tumhare bikhre paron ko jodte hai


Jo gumsum see chidiya thi
Jo jaadu ki pudiya thi
avazon se bahar nikal nahi paayi
Unki baucharon mein khud ko akela hi paayi

Tabhi ek paakhi usse raat nazar aayi

Door desh se aayi hoon main
Aapus mein chal baat karein
Avazon ko mil baat karein

Kuch dard mera tu le le
Aur kuch gumo ko mujhe de de

Lambi rahi woh raat suhaani
Kahte rahe woh apni kahaani 

Baandhi unn kisson se aati avazon ko
Aur bikhera bahte nadi naalon pe

Subah hui sab soch rahe the
Phool,titli haathi bhi dekh rahe the

Chidiya aaj chahchaha rahi thi
Khoob saari hunsi bikhere hi jaa rahi thi
Door desh jo paankhi aaya tha
Chua apni aankh toh geela paya tha

Aur baaki aaj bhi sab soch rahe.... 

For friends...who continue to help me whenever they listen my "Avaz"