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...

Monday, August 1, 2011

saaye

Maine ghabra ke sayo se, jab din ko chune ki khoshish ki…

Apni hi parchayi raat ke andhere se ghani samne khadi mili

Haath badha ke chune ki koshish ki suraj ko,

ungliya jail… aur roshni bhi nahi mili…

akele khud ko apni baho me samete, main raat dhallne ki raah dekhti rahi,

subah aayi, leking koi kiran meri khidki pe nahi utar payi…

aur phir intezar me ek boond dhoop ke, meri aankhe khsitij ko dhundhne lagi…

par na asman aur na hi zamin mere ankho ko mil sake…

aur raaten kat-ti rahi bekhabar si…


dhundhte hue asman ko nazre mili samne guzarti sadak se…

khidki se ek ungli bahar nikal ke, bahut der baithi rahi

shayad kai din, shayad kai saal…

ek ummid ki koi ungli pakdega,

aur main usse poochungi roshni ke ghar ka pata

magar badhawas sadko se, bas cheekhti tanhayee guzarti nazar aayi...


phir kaano ko hantho se band kar ke,

aankho ko zor se meech liya…

(band aankhe subah aur raat me fark nahi dekh pati…)

aur phir, barso se khoyi hansi, palko ke kinare utar aayi.

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