Friends:Spices of life

Mukesh Kandpal 2004 (Nanakmatta)



Dosti pe Kai puraan likhe gye,
Dost ho kaise kayi niyam rakhe gye.
Koi kahta kalyug h kisi pe bharosa na karna,
Koi khta dosti m Shak na karna.
Koi kahta dost apne level k banao,
Taaki kuch tum unse seekho kuch unko bhi sikhaao.

Dost banane ki niyamaavali hai bhaut lambi,
Hum bhi pahunche Rann m ki
dost banayenge hum bhi.
Maidaan m pahunch k dekhe bahut se version,
Pehla niyam ki  khoob dost banao
Kam se kam 10 darjan.
 Doosra niyam khta Dosti ka network banao itna vishaal,
Jaha bhi jao vahan mil jaye koi
chalne ko gale m haath daal.

Niyamaavali k niyam   lage mujhe kuch tede
Ab kya koi aur batayega kaise dost hone chahiye mere?
Yahi sochte sochte jindagi badi aage
Mere bhi judne lage dosti k dhaage
Dost to mile par vo feel nahi aaya
Usme aur mujhme h privacy yahi yaad aaya
Dosti thi essi ki kuch keh dene se ho jaate h naraaj
Dost the pakke par dil nahi maanta tha unhain khaas
Baatain to bhott hoti thi hamari
Par bematlab aur beasar hoti thi saari

Phir ek din Mila m ek bande se
Kandha mila tha uska ek doosre kandhe se
Dikhne m saala bhott shy tha
Magar batch k sabhi bacchon ka bhai tha
Navodaya m hui pakki dosti ki suruaat
Ab to hum rehne Lage 24 ghante saath saath
Baatain jo kisi se na kahi vo bhi hui share
Dikkat k samay m vahi krta raha meri care
Pata nahi kaise bina kahe samjh jaata h mujhko
M bayan nahi kar sakta ki kitna chahta h vo mujhko

Doosri kahani h us insaan ki
Jisse pehli mulaqaat thi meri official kaam ki
Ajnabi se guru aur guru se dost ban gya
Pata nahi kab vo mere itte close ban gya
Bakaiti essi ki koi seema nahi
Bolta h mujhse ki tujhse bada koi kameena nahi
Madad k liye h sabse aage
Minto m suljhaa deta h ansuljhe dhaage
Musibat aur hal k beech bss ek chat h
Saale k ooper kayi ladkiyan flat hain

Teesre ki kahani h kuch ajeeb
Magar rishta hamara 7ton janmon k liye h sajeev
Saath m samay Mila nahi jyada
Par saath samay bitane ka h iraada
Jitna samay saath Mila khoob ki masti
Par iske saath masti hoti h bhott sashti
Baat baat par aata h ise rona
Pata nahi kyu pasand h isse keemti aansuoon ko khona
Ye group ka sabse ameer banda h
Ma baap k paise udaana iska dhandha h
Kharchegi khoob par legi cheejain sasti
Isse nahi pasand koi aur kare iske saath masti


Ye teen thi meri secret diary
Inhi k liye likhta hoon m shayari
Ye teen na ho to jindagi hogi sooni
Dar lagta h jaise koi film ho khooni
Jindagi m dost vo ujaala h
Jiske bina saara jeevan andhkaar sa kaala h

Dost to bhott banenge par sab nahi hote khaas
Bhott kam hi honge esse jo musibat m denge aapka saath
Jo aapki tarakki pe aapse jyada naache
Aur galat kaam pe aapko khoob daante
jo de aapko tavajjo khud se bhi jyada
Saara kaam khud karke aapka credit bataye aadha


Jeevan k ye heere jivan aasaan kar dete hain
Par kabhi kabhi heere bhi pareshaan kar dete hain
Pareshaan karte heere ko phenka nahi jaata
Roothe hue dost ko rootha dekha nahi jaata
Khote nahi kahin esse rishte
Bss pyaar se pukaaro pyaar krte ho jisse
Hoga vo haanjir aapke saamne
Apni bhaagidaari sunishchit karega aap har kaam m


Duniya m aa jaaye chahe pralay bhayankar
Ya bacche se badkar aap ho jao uncle
Kaayam rahega ye dostaana hamara
Duniya bhi kahegi ye pagal tha doston ka maara


 

About this poem

This poem tells us about friend's and friendship. It also speaks about people who choose thier friends after applying several conditions

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Written on September 10, 2022

Submitted by Mike@yours on September 10, 2022

Modified on March 05, 2023

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Closest metre Iambic heptameter
Characters 3,184
Words 647
Stanzas 10
Stanza Lengths 6, 9, 10, 10, 10, 12, 6, 6, 8, 4

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