Akelapan

Ek aadhi adhori raat mein jab akelapan apni purani dosti ki yaad dilata hai,aur milney aata hai. toh need bhi aankhon se rooth kar karwat badal leti hai. Bahut ajeeb ehsaas hai yeah. Hairat hoti hai kudpar jab sochta hoon kabhi iisi akelepan ke saath ghanton batein kiya karta tha. Aaj jab phir yeah mujhse milney aaya hai toh khamoosh sa bas tukur tukur dekh raha hoon isko.

‘Kaisey ho?’

Ek ek karkey mere halaton ka jayeza hoga aab. ek ajeeb si muskaan hai chehrey par.

Bhut dino takk bhagey ho mujhsey. Yaad hai kabhi duniya key shor se dar kar bhagey bhagey mere daaman mein chupney chaley atey they? Phir ghanton baithey meri god mein chup chaap aansoo bahatey they!

Haan.. yaad hai!

Ankhon ke koney sey usney jhaankar mere adhey phatey bastey ko dekha. Ek kalam aur dasta usmey se latak raha tha. Kehney laga, “syahi se roothey baithey ho kya?” Kya jawaab deta usko? Din tootney wala hai aur aab bhi diya jalaye usmey sooraj dhoondh raha hoon. Bas fark sirf iitna hai thoda sa aur ziddi ho gaya hoon. Kya kahoon usko? Mere takiye ke bagal mein rakhey har raat sulaya karta tha mujhko. Shayad mujhko mujhsey acchi tarah janta hai.

Apney haath ko mere kandey par lappet kar bola mujhsey. ‘aao aaj phir baith kar batein kartey hain. Bahut din ho gaye hain tumsey miley huye!’

Raat ki kali siyahi se tera chehra banana hai,
Taron ke timtim-ahaat se usko sajana hai,
Karna hai deedar tera jee bharkar,
Bebas sa hokar apna maata tere kandhey par tikana hai,
Jeena hai ek raat tere narm, garm say eke taley,
Teri saanson mein chupchaap sama jana hai,
Nichod doonga sabee jazbaat tere aanchal mein apney,
Bhigo doonga tere rang mein daman ko apney,
Bin bataye hi sahi babul ko apney,
Aajana chupchaap khat-khataney darwaza mera.
Bas,
Aisi hi Us khamosh raat dabey paaon chali aana.
Chaho toh din tootey hi waapas chali jana!

Guldastey sa sajaye,
Kisi kyaree se churye,
Tere sajdey ka phool,
Hoon tere pairoon ki dhool.

Thujhee mein mey,
Muhjee mein tu,
Khudee ka rutbaa,
Har rutbey mein tu.

Teri tareefon mein mera sadka,
Tere ishq mein ramta,
Tujhey paney ki justajoo,
Tujh pe bandhee meri arzoo.

Allah mere tu mujhey khud se mila,
Hai kaun tu? Apni pehchaan kara,
Dhoondoonga kab tak? Jab tak.
Tu mujhko na mila….!

A poet!

He could bind all in his words,
He could; the rising sun,
The lush green trees,
Birds humming their rhyme; everything.
He tries hard to sketch himself,
In some lines, some words.
But he fails and remains helpless.
Would he? Or wouldn’t he?
Who knows? Not even him.

He walks and walks the longer miles,
He sings and sings his lines out of rhyme,
He wonders and wonders some more,
In the theater of his mind,
Sense, he thinks makes or breaks,
Longing for it, forever.
Everything he makes,
Remains out of its own realms,
Wonder, wonder some more,
For a poet, he always should.

It’s been lying idle for a while now.

I cannot help but wonder why?

Its spring again;
It’s beautiful now;
Distracted by, the colours and the smell.

The spring must too end someday;
Winters! would return.

Is it then, you wait to walk again?
The roads once crossed.
You would wait that long ‘.’ ‘?’

A question?

The answer? .................................................

Triggers of numbers.

A man needs to let go of 'numbers', to realise the first step to peace. His desire to fittingly 'reply'. he should quench his thirst to get drunk on it. He fights, fights the way he should.
He needs to fight no one, except for himself. He needs to reply to no one except himself. Realise my man! for your self depends on you.
His appearance, appears to be clean. His 'will to survive', mocking his life. He desires, for he should for more.
His appearance, flawed, instantly aw....'ed, his appearance is none but him. His survival, surviving himself..... His desires, Desiring himself.

Look for it, on the surface. For you are looking for it, way to deep.

The story, then i wrote......

and then the journey begins... the travellers have met, to walk beyond now. the walk, on a vacant sky.
there she stood,a wounded butterfly! his ego grown mamoth, he rode a dying horse. on a vacant sky.
The vacant sky, a trillion galaxies within....

The unicorn...

The unicorn rose again, to fly on his milky white wings. ‘Birds of prey’ carpeted his way as he floated through the knighted sky. The stars he wondered looked brighter that he had ever seen them. Each dot marked its own territory on the black charred vacant sky. He felt a new life running through his veins. He flew again after a long and trying hide inside.

He spread his wings wide and beyond,
The first flutter, again, intoxicating, accelerating,
He touched life that night, he touched love,
The life within burnt like a knight’s final burst to survive,

He rose slowly; he was scared to fail his desires,
He wanted to fly, yet reserved about the pleasures,
He believed love had buried itself and departed,
To his surprise, it never was, it never would.

Go fly again, my oblivious unicorn!

Medekare revisited!

Ek machis ki dibiya mein mai.

Meelon bichey saapon par,

Sarakta sa, behta sa, chala jata tha,

Kuch masti mein, haathon se modi sadkein,

Parbat ke chehrey par muskurahat si rakhee thee,

Ek ek karkey oos ke panno ko hataya meiney,

Aur apney hi hathon se apna haath chudaya meiney,

Har koney har modh par bikhra sa who yauvan,

jaisey ghoonghat mein saji koi naye naveli shringaree dulhan,

Sharma rahe ho apney preetam ke intezar mein,

Un sunehri belon pe bandhee who teetar ki awaaz,

subah mere kano par dastak dekar jagaya usney mujhko,

Kehney laga, jao kho jao mere priyatam ke aalingan mein.

Phir se Kuch door tak chala tha mein unhee sadkon par,

Kuch harey se dooyein aur ek plastic ki botal ke saath.

Tu hi mera naam!

Kuch arz hai… kaheen bacha thoda karz hai,
Chukana hai karkey thoda thoda,
Janta hoon mein mera khud hona,
Aur hokar bhi na hona, ehsaas yeah khudgarz hai.

Kuch likhawati banawati baton se,
Kuch bantee simtee ahton se,
Ehsaas mein sarey pirota hoon,
Teri bandage mein banjarey sa mein khota hoon.

Hawaon mein ghultee se kushboo ki tarah,
Tera ehsaas mere maula,
mujhmein kaheen ghulta hai,
jadogar sa hai tu,
tera karishma gahde-ghade yoheen mujhpar khulta hai.

Kya gaoon teri tareef mein sadka?
Kya bataon rubaab teri had ka?
Tu allah hai, tu mula hai, tu Krishna, tu raam hai,
Hai tu nanak aur yesu bhi, unhee ke jaisa tu hi toh mera naam hai.