BICHAR.....

bahut dino se ye aankein soyi nahin hain, maa ki goud jaisa sukooon kahan milta hain kahin
bahut din se neeend bhi poori hui nahi, ghar jitna sukoon yahan kahin milta kahan hain

yaad aata hainmaaa ke haatka khana, in sukhi rotiyoo aur masaledar sabjiyoo se pet to bharega par maan ko wo anand kahan aata hain
yaad aata hain wo mamta bhara sparsh, wo sir ki malish...kahn hain yahan kuch aaisa, itni bhagdaud main na sparsh hain na hi wo tael ki malish

yaad karta hoon jab guzre sare lamhein wo ghar pe wo masti, wo bachpana...wo maa ka pyar
tabhi dimag tika deta hain dhyan yahan ..."is FAST LIVING METRO" main ...bhago bhagoo yaar

bhago bhago yaar warna pichad jaoge, na jane kaunse duniya main pahunch jaoge
par sawal dimag main aata hain pichad jaoonga kissse ye mapdand ..kiske liye kise viruddh

yahan aapni zindagi aache se jeeloon bas yahi sochta jata hoon
yahn jab se kadam rakha ahin bas main bhagta hi jata hoon

sone main nahane main kahne main yahan wahan jane main
bas bhagnaa bhagnaa ..na jane kis race main bahga ja raha hoon main

akela ho gaya hoon maa bhai bahen sab ko najane kitne kos peeche
aab to bas phone pe hi baat kar paat hooon unse...wo bhi ....jada lambi ho to man kheejee

najane itna badlaav aaya kyon hain na jane ..ye bhagam bhag kyon hain
shayad har koi aapni daud main akela daudta jaa raha hain

is FAST METRO LIFE ke chalte har rishta dusre se door ja raha hain
na jane is bhagaambhag main insaan insaniyat bhula jeee kaise pata hain


Biren Bhatia