ज़िन्दगी उधार रखोगे।

नाम कुछ  यूँ  कर  जाऊँगा  के   मेरे  मरने  के  बाद  भी  मुझे  याद  रखोगे,

लौटा आऊं  मैं खेल में फिर खुदा से ये  फ़रियाद रखोगे। 

खूब सुनाओगे  किस्से  मेरे  तुम ,

मेरे कारनाम  की  हर  यादगार  रखोगे।  

खूब रो  लोगे  तुम  मुझे  मैदान  में  न  देख  कर, 

मेरे  जीने  के  अंदाज़  को  याद  कर  लेकिन  है  दोगे। 

जाऊँगा  तो  मैं  भी  ज़रूर  किसी  दिन  इस  दुनिया  से , 

लेकिन मेरे  हर  अंदाज़  से  तुम  थोड़ी  ज़िन्दगी  उधार  रखोगे। 

 

किसी दिन  अगर  हार  जाओ  ज़िन्दगी  से  या  थक  जाओ  लड़कर, 

लौट आना  मेरी  कब्र  पर  के उसके  बाद   हर  हार  को  हरा  रखोगे।  

वादा  है  मेरा  के  खाली  हाथ  छोड़कर  न  जाऊँगा  तुमको  ए  दोस्तों, 

मैं  तुम्हारे  ग़मो  को  साथ  ले  जाऊँगा  तुम  मेरी  हसी  अपने  पास  रखोगे।  

- Kunal The Poet - Kunal Dhiren Patrawala

Unnamed

I am walking into a place unknown,

Faces around are familiar yet unknown.

The path is designed but yet remains mysterious,

Even the laughter among people seems to be serious.

I do not have answers and I seek more questions,

I don’t trust anyone as I don’t know the intentions.

I am scared to walk yet I wear a mask of bravery,

Though my body is free, my heart is in slavery.

The inside out of everything seems so opaque,

I cannot make out the real from the fake.

My soul has mixed feelings,

It’s confused about my spiritual dealings.

Faith or no faith it isn’t important,

Whatever happens is a destined and certain event.

Whys and hows are not the reasons to be found,

I just walk the path I am not bound.

Two sides of a coin await me always,

They will reveal themselves to me everyone says

Harmony will walk away from me,

The door to happiness is locked I have no key.

The turmoil may never end but your life will,

Remember God gave birth he has the license to kill.

You have come to the world with a name,

However, you will leave unnamed.

-Kunal The Poet - Kunal Dhiren Patrawala 

No one belongs to me

No huge missions in life,

 No one to love back,

No aim to achieve much,

 Just one feeling clinging to heart is to survive and pass through

Though not become a hero but just inspire a few.

No one belongs to me,

No one wants me,

No one misses me,

No one loves me.

But that ain’t gonna change me.

I will laugh,

I will dance my dance,

I will smile more,

For all opportunities I open the door.

I ain’t gonna cry,

I ain’t gonna die.

I ain’t gonna be sad,

My anger won’t turn me mad.

For me now life ain’t gonna be bad.

I will live, love and be happy,

I am there for all,

I have survived the fall.

I will leave everything I have for everyone

Though to me belongs no one.

- Kunal The Poet - Kunal Dhiren Patrawala 

A human’s house..

I met a doctor and an engineer,

I met a lawyer and an actor,

I spoke to the politician and social reformers,

I walked with the army men.

I also was with a Hindu, a Muslim and a Christian,

I was the hunter and the guardian.

What did not find was a human.

There were professions and religions,

There were but no visions.

The world is walking on a rough path I was told,

The human however here was not sold.

I walked still in search,

I went to a temple a mosque and also a church.

The only thing I found was more professions,

They all lived with their own tensions.

I looked still wider in hope to find,

I knew still the whole world wasn’t blind.

Somewhere someone may have spotted a human,

Somewhere someone may be still a human.

I finally sat at a bench outside a house,

My eyes were a fast browse.

A small girl playfully came along,

She was singing to me a sweet song.

Then she asked me are you looking for me,

I did smile and said yes I looketh for thee.

She just said then come along and play,

You look tired stay for a day.

I will give you shelter for the night,

And some food packed for your further flight.

She did not know my journey had ended,

In a human’s house I had landed.

- Kunal The Poet - Kunal Dhiren Patrawala 

मेरा नया कारवां

हसरतें  आज भी  खत  लिखती  हैं  मुझे 

पर  मैं  अब  पुराने  पते  पर  नहीं  रहता। 

अक्सर  बिछड़ा  हुआ  कोई  ढूंढता  आता  है  मुझे 

पर  मैं  अब  उस  दर्द  के  नुक्कड़  पर  नहीं  मिलता ।

वक्त  ने  कई  घूमो  से  रूबरू  कराया  है   

पर उस  घडी  से  अब  मेरा  वक्त  नहीं  मिलता।

मैं  हस्ते  हुए  इस  आज  में  हूँ  

मैं रोते  हुए  उस  कल  में  नहीं  रहता।

हर  पन्ना  एक  नयी  कहानी  सुनाना  चाहता  है  

मैं हर  पैन  पर  ख़ुशी  लिखना  नहीं  छोड़ता।

क्या  करू  के  ज़िन्दगी  आगे  निकलने  को  कह  रही  है, 

मैं  आज  कल  ग़मो  से  मिलना  जुलना  नहीं  रखता।

कई  अर्ज़ियाँ  हैं अनसुनी  दिल  की  मेरे, 

मैं  अब  उन  अर्ज़ियों  को  अनसुना  नहीं  रखता।

हर  पल  में  एक  नया  एहसास  देना  चाहता  है, 

मैं  हर पल पर हसकर  एहसान  करना  नहीं  छोड़ता। 

बुलंदियों  को  छूने  का  हुनर  नहीं  आता  शायद  मुझे, 

पर  मैं  अब  हारकर  टुटा  हुआ  नहीं  मिलता। 

कइयों के  दिलो  में  जगह  बनाने  निकला  हूँ  मैं  तो ,

मैं  किसी  एक  दिल  में  अब  नहीं  रहता। 

- Kunal The Poet - Kunal Dhiren Patrawala 

Destiny and Fate

Destiny and fate both decide what happens to us,

We cannot fight them thus.

It sometimes does a miracle in your life,

Sometimes it gives you flowers and stabs you with a knife.

Sometimes it makes you smile and then makes you cry.

Sometimes fills you with happiness sometimes leaves you dry.

You never know what episode it will lead you to,

Every second in life is yet to come, yet due.

You cannot question its rules and strategies,

You will never get any answers or any keys.

It will go along its own flow,

You must not though lose your glow.

If you lose something or someone let it go,

It is not meant for you, you loved it even though.

Destiny and fate play their trick,

They build you and your life brick by brick.

So don’t question or regret,

Just live, love and forget.

- Kunal The Poet - Kunal Dhiren Patrawala 

A New War Every day.

The heart knows no rules I guess,

I discipline it always and it still is in a mess.

I build walls so that it does not skip and wander,

But still how it lands up alone out there, I ponder.

I threw my feelings down the drain,

I made myself impervious to pain.

This is atleast what I thought,

But there was nothing of that sort.

I was still a helpless human with flaws,

With a heart filled with love but in sorrow’s claws.

I try pushing myself away from love and keep it that way,

Love still hunts me down and breaks me anyway.

I keep a tight leash on what I think,

Love plays it game in an eye blink.

I cannot leave my heart wandering in the skies of love,

I cannot even imprison it inside as a caged dove.

I don’t know what to do with this little innocence in it,

I cannot water it I cannot burn it.

Such is a tragedy of a tough warrior,

- Kunal The Poet - Kunal Dhiren Patrawala