kaise bataon

Do you think I can write lyrics ??





kaise baaton mujhe kuch hua hai , kaya un ko pata hai ,main un se pyaar karne lagi hoon........
aai hawa tum  chalo toe , mujhe choo kar  jana , mere badan ki ,thodi kushboo  le janna......
un ko bataana mmain ek kali hoon , un ko main paa kar khil uthun gi....
un ko bataan jab woh meri gali se ,guzre the kal bhi , main chupke se peeche khadi thi ,un ki nazar se chup kar ,un ki aahat sun rahi thi...
kaise baatun mujhe kaya hua hai , kaya un ko pata hai main un se pyaar karne lagi hun....

aai hawa un se kehna ,main akele khari hoon , bus un ka intzaar kar rahi hoon..
un se yeh kehna jab woh chalen toe ,thodi si muskurahat lete aana.......
meri badan ki har taar pakad len ,mujhe apna samjh len.....
mere  liye bus itna tum kar do , mere lab choo kar bas itna samjh lo..main un se aab pyaar karne lagi hoon...
un ko paa ker main youn hi udhne lagoon gi ....
kaise baaton mujhe kuch hua hai ,kaya un ko pata hai ,main un se pyaar karne lagi hoon...
aai hawa tum jub chalo toe ,muj ko choo kar  jana ,mere badan ki ,thodi si kushboo saath le janna...
un ko bataana..hm hm hmm  hm hmm hm


jub se un ko dekha hai maine ,main fisal gayi hoon ,main pagal ho gayi hoon ,udtti pari ban gayi hoon....
 har taar mere badan ka un ko  choona  chahe ,awaaz bhi dun toe un ka hi naam  mere labon pe aaye..
yeh mujh ko kaya hua hai ,kaya un ko pata hai ,aai hawa tum ab chalo toe mere badan ki thodi kushboo le jaana ,un ko batana,un ke bina aab main na jee paun gi......
kaise baatoun mujhe kuch hua hai ,kaya un ko pata hai ,main un se pyaar karne lagi hoon ....
aai hawa tum jub chalo toe,mujh ko choo kar tum jana ,mere badan ki ,thodi si kushboo saath le janna....
un ko bataana....hmm hmmm hmmm hmmm
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kaise kahen hum (lyrics in hindi)

this is my 1st attempt to compose lyrics in hindi,i want frank opinion from all of you...be critical or rude i wont mind at all
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kaise kahen yeh dil toe ab sambhalta nahin ..... humari yeh dadken tumhari hi aawaz ban gayi.....socha toe yahi tha ki youn hi akele ,chupke se nikal jayen ge.....magar jo mude hum humari parchaie se tumhari hi khushboo aane lagi ....jub saansen bhi humari tumhara naam gungune lagi...hamari muskuraht ke peeche bhi tumhara naam dikhne laga....  aab tum hi batao  hum kaise  keh den , tumhare bina  reh pain ge......kaise kahen hum yeh dil  aub sambhalta nahin.....sambhalta nahin

ruke the hum kuch pal socha tha youn hi mud jayen ge....socha tha youn hi chpke se bina tum ko dekhe nikal  jayen ge....sheeshe me  jo dekha aankhon mein humari  tumhara hi chehra dikne laga.... kambakht yeh dhadken bhi yun hi kuch ruk ruk kar chalne lagi ...aab tum hi batao bhala  kaise yeh keh den , tumhare bin hum reh pain ge......kaise kahen hum yeh dill to aub sambhalta nahin......sambhalta nahin

yeh hum ko kaya hua hai ...chach kar bhi humare kadam tumhare  kadmo ke peeche chalne se thumte nahin...humara husn bhi  tumhari tareef karne se rukta nahin....humhara dil tum pe fida hai ...aab yeh sambhle sambhlta nahin ...aab tum hi batao bhala hum kaise yeh keh den , tumhare bin hum reh pain ge......kaise kahen hum yeh dil to aub sambhalta nahin.....sambhalta nahin


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raaz

Kaya kahen hum apna  naam....hum toe hain yun hi badnaam ,
Aap kaya samjhen ge har shaam...kiyun karte hain hum gulzaar,
Yeh jism toe faut hua tha us raat...jo bun chuki hai aub raaz.


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what comes first

Before i come to the point its important for one to understand where i am coming from. Here is an account of a relevant story that I feel would help me express my feelings and the message I am trying to convey in a better way 


"I am depressed ... without phone ... money for rent ... money for child support ... money for debts ... money!!! ... I am haunted by the vivid memories of killings and corpses and anger and pain ... of starving or wounded children, of trigger-happy madmen, often police, of killer executioners ... I have gone to join Ken (recently deceased colleague Ken Oosterbroek) if I am that lucky" excerpts from suicide noteof Kevin Carter who took his own life by taping one end of a hose to his pickup truck’s exhaust pipe and running the other end to the passenger-side window. He died of carbon monoxide poisoning
                                                   

                                                                     Carter's Pulitzer Prize-winning photographIn 

Carter's prize winning photograph was sold to the New York Times, the photograph first appeared on March 26, 1993. Hundreds of people contacted the newspaper to ask the fate of the girl. The paper reported that it was unknown whether she had managed to reach the feeding center. In 1994, the photograph won the Pulitzer Prize for Feature Photography.

Its a guest post for more please click
http://myrootsmywings.blogspot.in/2012/05/guestspeak-when-pictures-speak.html

English Indians

 "Hey you need to improve your English  " I over heard an English speaking lad who sat right behind me, at the airport with his friend."but you understood what i said ,isn't  that more important , in any case English is not our language so i don't care about the accent" said she and burst out into giggles. I turned around to look at the girl,she must have been in mid thirties , beautiful looking girl who appeared to be  a small town girl from  north India. The young guy looked at her with disapproving eyes . I could make out he was  not too pleased with her reply but had no answer either and in my opinion she was absolutely right in what she had just said.

                                           
 for more here's the link http://myrootsmywings.blogspot.in/2012/04/guestspeak-do-you-speak-english.html

majboor....

kiyun hain itna majboor aai khuda hum...
apna gum chupai chupta nahin................
kaya kahen zinda laash hain hum............
waqt guzare guzarta nahin......................
 na kisi ki talaash mein aab....................
na kiska intzaar hai...............................
 kaise kahen ,kis ko kahen....................
is jism ko mitane ko tayyar hain hum.....
koi humari sunta nahi !!

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Black or White (guest post )

                                              

                                            
Hundreds of years ago, when the British landed in India to trade and later colonise and rule, they found their work cut out for them. 'Break the spirit of the common folk'
The rest is history. 
Six decades later, our spirit is still broken. 
Our politicians have continued to plunder our land and we are unable to tell them to quit it.
We hold ourselves in low esteem and we can't bear to be dark.
Our colonial obsession with being fair and white is legendary.

Though one of the most beautiful women, in India and abroad, have been dusky, we still patronise and yearn for that irresistably smooth and flawless white skin. Interestingly our obsession with fair skin makes great business sense too.
Unless you are buried under a rock, it is hard to miss the countless billboards and the million advertisements that no longer promote but promise you fairer whiter skin in as less as a week. Regular week, that is.
So when companies promise you white skin or (double) your money back, that is a promise that is hard to say pass to.

Over the years, I've seen creams that promise to make you fair and lovely, cover all those blemishes, get rid of dark-heads, make you fairer by several tones, control oily skin and virtually everything you could perhaps think of.
I've seen women (and men), young and the old aspiring to be young, buying creams that would whiten their skin, their hands, their under-eye and their underarms. 
And if you thought this could be all that could be whitened, then how wrong did you get.

A very popular Indian fairness company now has a cream that will whiten a lady's vagina. That's right. You heard it right. For women who are ashamed of their privates because of the colour and for men who are disgusted of their wife's/girlfriend's/mistress's dark brown or black vaginas. 
I'm struggling to get my head around why a lady would want to use a cream in a place as intimate as this. 
Vanity? Possible. 
Women throughout history have been programmed to believe that they are objects that must be made available for the exclusive pleasure of men. To be used as a sexual tool. She must be perfect everywhere. 
For those who thought the Brazilian wax was taking it too far, this could be taboo. 
But for unmarried women who has been promiscuous before marriage and go in for a vaginoplasty, this cream is the icing on the cake. After all, which groom will suspect his new bride's chastity if her vagina is tight and white.
It may not matter to him that he would've had a dozen romps but his bride has to be a virgin. 

While we still don't know how effective the creams are, but assuming that they will whiten the V's just as fast as they promise to, can we judge the women who want to whiten their privates just so that their boyfriends or husbands or significant others don't cringe at the unsightly vision down south. 
Ofcourse, this cream also means that a lady can now change everything about herself. We do have the shampoos, conditioners, soaps, creams and lotions for every other part of the body already.

I also wonder how the company is going to advertise this particular cream. But I'm going to leave this to the creative minds of our land. Would the feminists of our land demand a cream that would whiten a man's dark penis too? In a society where the men will always rule, this won't be the last product designed for our lust.

'RANDOM' by our Guest Blogger, Navin Mathew. More dope here: Blog (http://myrootsmywings.blogspot.in/), Facebook (http://www.facebook.com/MyRootsMyWings), Indiblogger (http://www.indiblogger.in/blogger/30749/)

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