Ek Anjaana Safar...

Yeh zindagi ka jo safar hai...
Sab kehthe hai,bada haseen hai...
Phir kyun akela mehsoos karte hai...
Aur akele is safar par chal padte hai...

Chal toh pade is safar pe akele...
Aaj kami hai kisike saath ka...
Par woh saath bhi kya jo kuch kadmo ka ho...
Aaj ho par phir kal na ho...

Sabke kwaishye ko rakha palko par...
Har rishte ko rakha sar aakhon par...
Phir woh samajh na sake humara pyar...
Ikraar ko samajh liya inkaar...

Aaj dil ne kaha,
Khol apne pankh aur udd ja...
Woh sab hasenge jab tu chala jayega...
Na mehsoos karenge teri kami na dundenge teri parchai...
Chala ja jahaan tera dil hai aur hai teri manzil...

Aaj iss aakhon ne kaha,
Jo sapne tute woh chubhte hai mujhe...
Jise tune apna mana woh rulata hai mujhe...
Nafrat na kar par pyar kyun hai tujhe unse...
Chali ja uss jage jahan koi dundh na paye tujhe...

Na jaanta hai dil na jaanti hai yeh aakhein...
Ki aasan nahi hai jeena akele...
Is anjaane rishte main kaun hai apna...
Le jaye mujhe uss anjaani jagah...

Pyar se coso dur hun...
Nafrat ki aag main jal gai hun...
Kya meri duri se kush rahenge mere apne..??
Toh bata khuda, kaha hai woh raaste...
Jo le chale mujhe ek alag hi duniya mein...

Aaj jo sapna dekha, woh zarur pura hoga...
Aaj manzil ne pukara hai, jaana toh hoga...

[:'(]
..Chinky Sanghvi

The Fairy Tale...

Often I am surrounded by the people who asks me...
Who is ur prince charming..??
I say, prince charming does not rule my mind...
But someone who will come to me and say...
In the most simplest way...
" Girl, your mine..only mine..!! "

Love is not the expensive celebrations in the most exotic hotels...
But eating teekha pani - puri at the ordinary stalls...

Love is not having the most rare, sweet wine in delicate glasses...
But having the cutting chai in cold winters or in rainy seasons...

Love is not visiting the best romantic places in the world...
Like London, Venice or Paris...
But its sitting near the sea with ur life...
And witnessing the most beautiful sunrise...

Love is not giving the boxes of delicate and "limited stock" gifts...
But its shown through a cute teddy and some beautiful roses...

Love doesn't mean having the first dine...
With the best decore and wearing designer clothes...
But dancing on the tunes of the hearts...
With the candle on the table till the wee hours of dawn...

Love is not decorating your third finger with the solitarie...
But holding ur sweetheart's fingers and getting lost in his eyes...
where you can see the real solitaries...

We often forget the difference between true love and fake ones...
But when I sit alone I feel, am I thinkin about the real one...??

What is love..?? Have no answer to the world's simplest question...
But my mind is curious to know...
The heart and love's true connection...

Blessed are those who know what they want...
Hope someday i meet him and say...
" look guys...he is that special one.."

...Chinky Sanghvi