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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...

Sunday, March 4, 2012

Mukammal

Wo kehte the kabhi zamin kabhi aasman milega

bas jo chaoge wo yaha nahi milega...

ye kaun sa naseeb hai dono se mehrum...

do bitta zamin jeb pe bhari padti hai...

do bitta aasman dekhne ko nahi milta,


ye muqaddar is sheher ka...

ghumshuda log aur anjaan chehro ki khali si bhid me

apna kehne ko ek chehra nahi hota


do pal nahi hote khud k hatho me...

ik saans nahi hoti apne bas me rakhne ko...


unche khwab aur unchi imaratien...

khokhli haqiqat aur khokhli imaratein

imartaon si zindagi...

eit-paththaron se likhi

berukhi kismat...


na ugta suraj apna hota hai,

na doobta...

mausam k badalne se calender pe mahine badalte hai

par dil nahi badalta...


is sheher me, na mitti milti hai,

na barish

na hi dhoop...


wo kehta the yaha pe bas mukammal jahan nahi milta,

magar tukro me tuta bhi hume to asara nahi milta...

kya zid kare kya mange is bedil sheher se hum...

yaha zami bhi nahi milti, aasman bhi nahi milta...

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