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, September 17, 2011

Barish ke baad...


Bundo ki ruh jaise fiza me udti si hai...
Barish k baad ka ye dhua
lamppost se latka
hawa me atka...
Dhundhla thanda...
Ankho k aage os k parde sa...

Chhup nahi sakte iski ot me
chhu nahi sakte
ankho ki galti ya samajh ka pher bhi ho sakta hai ...
khoye pyar ki yaad sa...
na hoke bhi kahi gale me atka
koi dekhe koi dekh k bhi na dekh paaye
samajh k pare ek ehsas sa
sagar k beech kashti me pyaas sa

badalo ke khoye tukre sote hue zami pe
kisi shayar ki aankh me bhare jasbaat sa...

Bundo ki ruh hai,
barish phir se aayegi, to dhul jayegi...
Warna subah ki dhup ke saath
phir bund ban k
peshani pe utar aayegi...

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