Shadow


I can imagine my life without you
But I cannot imagine life with you.
You speak so much before we kiss
But you don’t speak after our kiss
I can imagine you before our kiss
But I cannot imagine while kissing you.

You are like my banyan tree
It does not matter how vertical light falls
It always makes a shadow
I can see the shadow from far
But I cannot see the shadow
While tangling in your arms.

Parmit Singh Dhurandhar

Flowers


The sadness of roots
the calmness of stems
the perfectness of leaves
together brings happiness in nature
in the form of flowers.
Flowers, the happiness of nature, comes
along with thorns
but do they care?
no, not at all
because they do not have time.
And their goal is not to protect themselves
but to make a lucid day and tinted weather.

Parmit Singh Dhurandhar

God is here


Let’s live together
To achieve something better
You are not alone
Don’t keep any fear
Because God is here.

God is here
To protect your smile
And make you happy
He is sending His blessing
Through the sun and the moon
Through the snow and the air
As God is here.

You call Him Jesus
For me, He is Rama
He is within you
He lives in my heart too
The whole world belongs to him
And we are just His flavors
So God is here.

Nothing can stop you
Until you give up
He has all plans for your success
He is always in your side
So don’t ask for any favor
God is here.

Parmit Singh Dhurandhar

माहिर


निकला था राजकुमार सा
अब मुसाफिर हो गया हूँ.
ए जिंदगी देख तेरे इस खेल में
एक मासूम मैं, कितना शातिर हो गया हूँ?

देखता था हर एक चेहरे में माँ और बहन ही
पर इनकी नियत और असलियत देख कर
मैं भी अब माहिर हो गया हूँ.

परमीत सिंह धुरंधर

दूसरा चिराग नहीं दिखता


यूँ तो दोस्त कई हैं इस शहर में
पर तुम सा दुश्मन दूसरा नहीं मिलता।

कौन कहता है की तुम अकेले रह गए हो इस जीवन में?
मुझे अंधेरों में जलता कोई दूसरा चिराग नहीं दिखता।

शौक किसे नहीं तेरी इन लबों का?
मगर इन लबों पे वफ़ा भी तो नहीं मिलता।

दर्द किसको दिखायें इस जमाने में अपना?
जीवन में दूसरा पिता नहीं मिलता।

तारीफों का शब्द


क्या किस्मत पाई है तुमने भी Crassa?
तुम सा शहर में कोई दूसरा नहीं मिलता।

कितना भी काम आ जाए हम किसी के
अब वो तारीफों का शब्द नहीं मिलता।

परमीत सिंह धुरंधर