ek dhaga pyar ka...............

Zindagi pal-pal karke dhalti rahi......
bas apne rang rup badalti rahi..........
aur unhi beetate palo ka hua kuch aisa sila........
ki mera masoom dil tuhse ja mila.........

Is dil ne pyar ka ,bhawano ka ,sapno ka ek jaal buna.....
jis ka ek sira tha mere pass dusra tere dil se ja mila.........

Ab yadi tere dil mein bhi pyar sacha hai......
toh pakad ke kheech lo is dhage ko........
main khud hi kheechi chali aauangi.....

Yadi..........chorah diya tune is dhage ko......
toh main is dhage mein ulajh kar reh jaauangi.......
fir tum is dhage ko suljhana bhi chaoge.......
toh bhi suljha nahi paaoege.........
kyuki is dhage ki uljhan mein
kai naye rishte ,kai nayi ganthey paaoge........
karna chaoge tab pyar mujhe par kar nahi paaoge........

Abhi mera pyar sidha, sacha, masoom hai........
nahi nibhega agar tumse toh apna sira bhi mujhe louta do......
main apne pyar ke dhage ko yun hi nahi uljhane dungi......
tumse judi apni haseen bhawano, jajbaaton ko yun hi nahi khone dungi...........

karti hu tumse wada ki.........
mere taraf ke sire mein tere liye yahi lipta hua bas pyar hoga........
tu chahey wapas aaye na aaye.........
is dhage main meri antim saans tak bas tera naam hoga..........

PAR.........bas ek sawal puchti hun tujhse....
teri taraf jo sira hai.......
kya is par tab bhi mera naam hoga?
mere liye yahi haseen jajabaat,pyar
aur baki bachi zindagi ko , nibahane ka saath hoga.........?


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shukriya dear Pooja.................

gud day ......

with love ranju

Good one MK ji!!

Nice Ranju and MRK.

A very good morning to u

damad ji aaye sasur ke ghar ko raat ho gayi thi
poonam raat ki akaash mein chand aa gayi thi
poonam ke chand aayi thi

sasur ke ghar mein phoolon ke khushbu chaii thi
darwaze par paon dhone ke liye garm paani thi
andar deep ki roshni thi

kamre me rakhe bistar par narmi chaadar thi
resham ke chaadar par phool ki chittaar thi
biwi ki sila hua chittaar thi

damad ji ko garmagaram khana taiyyaar thi
mitthi kheer bhi rakhi thi
dharti pe swarg hi uthri thi

khatta meetha pan laaya dekhe toh saali thi
garmagarm dhoodh laaya dekhe toh sasur thi
biwi ki awaaz hi nahin thi

damad ji ne saali se kaha "didi ko bulao na"
neechi awaaz mein saali ne bola "andar nahin hain na"
chinta laga damad ji ko "biwi andar nahin hain na"

chad'te uthar'te aaye damad ji door ke gaon se
aankhen kate toh bhi neend na aayi biwi ke yaadon se
bina kangan ke awaaz se

subah ho gayi "chalti hoon main" bole damad ji
ghar ke andar se awaaz aayi "snaan ho gayi ji"
haste reh gaye damad ji

biwi ji aaye haste gaate damad ji ki kamre mein
damad ji kamre mein...damad ji ki kamre mein
damad ji kamre mein...


This is a translation of Kannada poem MYSORE MALLIGE
which was written by PREM KAVI K.S.NARASIMHA SWAMI

As I know Malayalam, Kannada, Hindi, Telugu, Tamil and English
languages to read, write and speak.. I thought I can share this lovely
poem by translating it to Hindi... With you all...

This poem is based on a soldier who comes to see his wife after long time
and came to know that she is in her menstrual periods...  

This is Kotian's Koshish...

wah mk ji kaya baat hai

shukriya Aryaan............