Lihaf

Yadon ke lihaf par waqt ka paiband taank raha tha ki ek aur surakh
dikhai diya, kisi kone mein chipke aankh michoili khel raha tha, sard
raton mein tanha yadon ko odhkar jee raha tha, ab is naye suraakh ko
dhakne ke liye aur waqt kahan se laun.... zindagi thodi hai, naya
lihaf seene ka bhi ab ji nahi karta...

Chubhan

Doosron ke khwab raundh kar chalte raho, khuda kare tumhe khushion ki manzil mil jaye...aur agar khushian kabhi chubhne lagein to usi raah mudh kar dekh lena un kuchle hue khabon ko jinhe tum adhmara chhod aye the... dil ko tasalli hogi unka tadapna dekhkar, fir tumhe apni khushion ki chubhan bhi suhani lagegi...

Chah

Zindagi ulajh ke reh gayi hai tere bikhre zulfon ko sanwarne ki chah mein...jinke saaye tale aundhe pade, aankhen meeche hum khwabon ki ladiyan pirote the...ek roz wo ladi tut gayi, saare khwab bikhar gaye, betahasha unhe dhoondte dhoondte dhoop ka ehsas hua...mudh ke dekha to waqt ki ret par lakiron ke siva kuch bhi nahi tha...

Fir ek baat

Rahi baat tumhari to main tumse ab bhi pyar karta hoon, bahut pyar,beshumaar, itna ke ginte ginte tumhari umra beet jaye aur ye khatm na hon, ye aankhen tumhare aane ka intezar kartin hain, ya kaan tumhara naam, tumhari awaz sunne ko taraste hain, ye zaban tumhari baatein karte nahi thakta, ye haath tumhe odhna chahte hain, ye honth...ye dil chahta hai ke tum laut aao, ye paon chahte hain ke tum hum kadam bano, saath chalo

Purane khwab

Kuch khwab sach hue, kuch nahi hue, aur kuch purane ho gaye... rang feeka pad gaya tha unka... baat phool patton ki hoti to kuch naye rang bahar se maang leta...par in berang toote foote khwabon ke liye rang kahan se lata, kaun mol leta inhe, so beh jaane diya waqt ki dariya mein inhe... dekhta raha ek tak jab tak aankhen na bhar aayi...fir ye keh kar dil ko samjhaya ke purane khwabon ka marjana he acha hai...aur chal pada ek naye raah par kuch naye khwabon ki talash mein...

Nayi Kahani

Abke baras fir koi haseen baat ho, fir koi kahani likhi jaye, fir purane ehsas zinda hon, aur unse bair na le jaye...baat khubsoorat lamho ki ho, fir do pal saath bitayi jaye...aisa ho to kaisa ho? Ya fir koi ummed he na ki jaye?

Inse Milo

Milo in khwabon se, ye tumhe dekhkar jeete hain, aur main inhe...waise to tumhari baatein karte nahi thakte, jaane kabse meri raaton ki neend aur din ka chain uda rakhe hain, ek pal ko bhi tumhe aankhon se door nahi jaane dete...ab tum paas ho to dekho kaise chup chap aankhen zameen par gadaye khade hain, ye bhi nahi kah pa rahe ke inhe tumse kitna pyar hai...

Thikana

Mausam ke ishare ko samajh he leta gar aankhen band na hotin...maut ke
nazraane ko bhi kubool kar leta gar haath bandhe na hote... Shukr hai
kal ki or badhte in kadmo mein ab yadon ki bediyan nahi rahi...warna
kal tak to ummeed ke darakht tale he apna thikana tha...

Naye Khwaab

Chalo koi aur khwaab dekhi jaye, ya fir kisi purane khwaab ko yadon ke sandook se nikalkar naye rangon mein bhigoyi jaye...jisme ek rang pyar ka ho aur ranje ki siyahi bhi fiki na ho...kehte hain kisi rangeen khwaab mein agar ranjish ki ek kaali boondh bhi milayi jaye to use kisi ki nazar nahi lagti...

Fir yaad

Subah subah ek mithi yaad ayi thi milne, use udaas dekhkar maine kaha kisi mithi yaad ko udaas hote pehle kabhi nahi dekha...usne kaha dekho mujhe, waqt ki dhool pad gayi hai mujhpe...aakhri baar kab yaad kiya tha mujhe? Mere paas uske sawal ka koi jawab nahi tha...

Dhoop

Subah ki narm dhoop uske balon se ulajh kar chehre par padti aur lakiren banati thi...uski band ankhon mein khwabon ke mele uske hothon par halki si muskan bankar thahar jati... din chadh aye to is dar se ki kahin dhoop uske ankhon ko chubh na jaye main apne hatheli ke saaye mein uske khwabon ko zinda rakhne ki koshish karta...ab khwab ka haqiqat hai uska tootna...par na jane kyon subah ki pehli dhoop ko mujhse shikayat hai...

Khushi

Khush honay ko dil kartaa hai, khushion say dar bhi lagtaa hai. Log khushian dey kar chheen letey hain, hum khushian paa kay samhaal nahi paatey…

Naam

Us naam mein ek poori duniya chipi hai, kuchh sadiyaan chhipi hain, kuchh yaaden aur kuchh mayaavi pal, jinhay gintay gintay zindagi kay kai pardao pichhay chhod aayaa. Aur aaagay bhi jaanay kitnay morh guzar jaayengay. Na jaanay log kyon kehtay hain ke naam mein kya rakkhaa hai. Koi mujhsay poochhay, mainay to ek poori duniya basaa rakhi hai…

Parchai

Ek bawli si dariya mein khud ki parchai dekh kar ruk gaya tha. Chhalawa thaa. Dariya toh behti rehti hai. Ek pal ko thami thi shaayad, warna kisi ki parchai bananey ka usey waqt kahaan…

Musafir

Na sahi pyar, adaawat hee sahi, na sahi dosti, berukhi hee sahi. Yuun hee raah par ham hasrat ki nazar rakhtey hain, tumnay mudke bhi naa dekha to koi baat nahi…

Fareb

Sach ki parchai fareb ke agosh mein bhi door tak dikhayi deti hai, jab awaaz kaanpti hai to uski ki dhadkan bhi sunai deti hai...

Wo aayi thi dabe paon ek roz, chupke se yadon ke jharokhe se jhankar dekha aur laut gayi...der tak uske jaane ki aahat sunta raha... ankho par us jharokhe se chankar beete palon ki narm dhoop padti rahi...fir chaunk kar aankhen khol di maine...khwab tha koi...raat ab bhi kali chadar odhe khadi thi...

Maazi

Maazi ne awaaz di, kal ne mudhke dekha aur aaj ko uske kareeb paya. Aaj bhi kya kare use ab bhi maazi se pyar hai...aur fir kal ka kya bharosa... jane kis rang mein dubo de... maazi ka rang siyah sahi, jana pehchana to hai!

Dariya

Socha tha waqt ki dariya mein doob kar door nikal jaoonga...ab sham dhalne ko hai aur dariya ne paon bhi gile nahi kiye...

The River

The river came rumbling down thundering through the gorges and roaring with passion, then it hit the plains and flowed calm, like a woman spent...

Aankh khuli to dekha kuch khwab bikhre pade the yadon ke farsh par...
Paon tale tute khabon ki bisat thi...unse bachte bachate kuch dur nikal to aya tha...
par mudh ke dekha to ek khoon ka katra paon se nikal kar lakir bana raha tha...
koi khwab chubh gaya hoga.

Wednesday, July 23, 2008

Ghalib ke sheher mein ab sher rote hain! Gali Qasim jaan mein ab bhi hulchul hai lekin unke haweli mein ek virana hai. Haan par wahan ek booth hai. Ek telephone booth jise hamari ala sarkar bhi wahan se hata nahi payi. Ghalib ki haweli dekhne aane walon ko ye tat ka paibandh chubhta hai ya nahi malum nahi par mujhe chubha. Ajeeb sa laga.

Kuch dino pehle mera London jana hua tha. Wahan se hum Stratford-upon-Avon gaye jahan angrezon ke Ghalib — William Shakespeare raha karte the! Us tasveer ke jaisi, khush numa chhote se shaher ko dekhkar laga jaise wahan ke logon ne waqt ko rok rakha ho. Wahan bhi naye zamane ke pairon ke nishan charo taraf the — Mcdonalds se lekar sab kuch — par jaise chaar sou saal purana itihaas aur naye zamane ke tadak bhadak ko kisi ne ek dhaage mein piro rakha ho. Wahan ki sarkar aur wahan ke logon ne Shakespeare ko zinda rakha hai unke natakon mein, unke ghar mein aur unke kabr mein bhi, jisse lakhon sailani har saal dekhne aate hain.

Par humare Delhi mein Ghalib ki pehchan bas ek haweli se reh gayi hai, wo bhi unhi ki banayi hui!

Hui muddat ke Ghalib mar gaya par ab bhi yad aata hai...

Friday, July 18, 2008

The day ends quite smoothly. Not at all the horror I had anticipated. Good thing some one said that all's well that ends well. And it ended early too. What a relief! Tomorow's my off by the way. So looking forward to some inaction at home. Wishful thinking. Lot of things to do tomorrow. Although I know I'll end up doing nothing. Inaction was not an inappropriate word to use!

Hey! Looks like I'm off to a false start. The posting time of my first blog tells me that I got my landing time in blogosphere wrong. Nevermind what time. Isn't it enough that I have finally started blogging after reading others' blogs for ages? There are so many things you think you would do but end up pushing it till you finally come to the day when you really put your thinking into action. And here I am...

Whew! Landed in blogosphere at exactly 6.30 pm on July 18. The journey begins on a jobless day in office. A day I was dreading to begin with. But it's been boring till now. Let's see what's in store as the evening wears on...

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