Har kisi ka koi na koi hai adhura se khwaab,
Jo reh jaate hai aankhon mein yu hi,
jab roz zindagi jeene ka maangti hai hisaab,
Bachpan mein hume kisi ne na kiya tha mana,
khwaab dekhne se, yeh silsila yu hi chalta raha,
Hum khwaabo ki kashtiya banate rahe,
Baadal bhi baarish ke kisse sunate rahe,
Gaurav Mohla
Big reasons, All seasons,
we search for happiness,
No where, here or there,
we always find life in mess,
Small is the key,
That we fail to see,
In all, time goes flee,
Good days, Good ways,
Gaurav Mohla
A coffee with a smile,
Two hearts and a mile,
I stand at one shore without a way,
All the night, and offcourse the day,
I wished her soft hands planted on my eye,
It is for sure to block the sight that makes her shy, #poem
Yeh daur mohabbat ka nahi,
Umeedo ka hai,
Khwaaisho ka hai,
Jo puri kar sakta hai,
Bas woh hi acha lagega,
Yeh daur mehnat ka nahi,
Kismat ka hai, #poem
Gaurav Mohla
Woh boli thi mujhse ki tu kahi aur koshish kar,
Ki Itni mohabbat toh use yu hi mil jaati hai,
Haan Khuda se dua mere liye woh kar degi,
Ki mujhe ruswa karne tak ka waqt nahi use, #poem
Gaurav Mohla
Ki pa lunga apni mohabbat ko main,
Ab khud par yeh etbaar nahi hai,
Khaali jism mein ghoonjti tanhaayi,
Is ruh ko ab ishq ka koi ilm nahi hota, #poem
Gaurav Mohla
An old tree with no leaves standing roadside,
Ready for a service to be used as a guide,
We cross it everyday, see it grow old day by day,
Know it needs more care and water, alive if it has to stay,
Why we are humans if we like to lose it in us?
Does don't care attitude make us really cool n wise??
We felt tired many times and we needed the shade when,
The oldy stood tall and leafy and refreshed us there and then, #poem
Gaurav Mohla
Paint my wall!!!
Find me a new color, I need to paint my wall,
Rain has just washed it, Rainbow is on the fall,
I am dreaming, my quest for light, I am still positive,
A night cannot be eternal, day will gets its turn to live,
I wait eagerly for a messenger, I wanna sit on my wall and talk,
There, sun goes to touch feet of earth and head for a evening walk, #poem
Gaurav Mohla
Really I say I feel a bit somber,
Don't hear any voice around,
Like in a Necropolis or a boot hill,
Let me squelch this moment of ill,
Scratch it, pluck it or rinse it away,
Black is the only color that is showing me the way,
I have the lamp, but, where is the light?
My heart feels heavy with no respite, #poem#poems#nojotoshayari#nojotopoems