Ehsas

Ehsas ke saath

Afsos bhi hota hai...

Gar ehsas zinda hai to aansu bhi aate hai,

Aur hansi bhi...

Maine to jab bhi koshish ki rone ki khud pe,

Hansi hi aayi...

Aansu barish ban ke

Man ki sukhi mitti ko khushboo se sarabor kar jate hai,

Aur banjar ho chuki dharti par andekhe phul khil aate hai.

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Kagaz ke phoolo me mehek purani kitaab ki.... Zang lage guitar ke taar, aur dhun ek jaani pehchani... purani. Log kehte hai ki safar hai, par sab makaam dhundhte hai; Subah chale the, sham tak koi rah hume bhi dhundh legi...

Saturday, November 12, 2011

Bhram

Kabhi kabhi tejabi raate hoti hain...

Jab phulo ke rang os me dhul jate hain...


Daghdaar dil khud ko chand samajh baithta hai,

Par suraj ke bina bas amavas hi ban pata hai


Chirag khud ko tare maan lete hain,

Bhool jate hain magar aandhi se ladna unke bas ka nahi


Aur timtimate tare badal se haar kar,

Chup kho jate hain raat me kahi.


Wahin andhere ki agosh me kho kar,

Tute patte me simti ik bund khud ko sagar samajhti hai


... raste me pada paththar,

Himalaya hone ke khwab dekhta hai


Par agli subah dhoop sare bhed khol deti hai...

Aur din ka miraj, raat ke bhram se alag hota hai.

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