dargah दर्गाह

मैं रुक गया इंतजार में
बैठ गया तेरी राह में
देख सका ना की कहीँ
ख़ुश दिली का  मंज़र भी  है ..

हर दर को तेरी  दरगाह समझ
सर झुका कर सजदा कीया
ख़ुद को प्यास से मरता पाया
तो पता चला
मेरे अन्दर इक समन्दर भी है ...

तरसते रहे 14 feb

हम एक बूँद को तरसते रहे
तुम बंजरो पर बरसते रहे ....
हम एक बूँद को तरसते रहे
तुम बंजरो पर बरसते रहे ....

दूर इतनी दूरियां थी
फ़िर भी थक कर भी हम चलते रहे
तू छिप बैठा किसी कि ओट में ..
तेरे दीदार को हम मचलते रहे ..

तू गया बुझा कुछ इस कदर ,
तू बुझा गया कुछ इस कदर ,
तेरी याद -ए -तपिश में सुलगते रहे ,
और तमाम उम्र इस रोष में ,
आग हम उगलते रहे ...

अकेला

हर तरफ़ बिखरी टूटी आत्माओ का मेला है ..
फ़िर भी हर श्क्स कितना अकेला है ..

क्या है जो रोकता गले लगाने से
शायद कोई भाव नादानी का
या नशा गुरूर का
वरना  रोने को भी एक कन्धा हो
और बेवज़ह हंसने का हो सिलसिला
एक रौशनी को तरस रहे सब
पर अन्धकार दिलो में फ़ैला है ..

उमर या तजुर्बे जब
धो देंगे सारी दूरियां
समझ आएगा जब तलक
बढ़ ना जाये मजबूरियां
सिमट कर रह ना जाये कही
अपने ही दरीचे में
कि ऊँचाई दीवारो की नाप भी ना पायेगे
वक्त ही केवल गवाह होगा
कि किसने कितना जीवन झेला है ..

Broken wings

The mighty kingfisher once flew high...
Soaring amidst  clouds, piercing the sky ..

Off the shore above in distance..
He knew skilfully how to capture his prey
he often dives into ocean
Devour and once more swift high to stray..

Every bird has to come to ground,
How much high may it flies ,
He too got his share on shore
Much to his soul n heart can suffice..

He desired to  make home with mate
settle there for rest of his life,
Not knowing that he had stepped a trap,
Wounded in attempt to set him free
Got hurt as more he would strive..

Now ,lies there, with broken wings.
Depleted,by endless trials in vain,
Shielding his blue armour,
Only ocean as witness,
to his silent wails in pain.
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अपना बना लो

सुनो ,तुम मुझे अपना बना लो ...
मैं ख़ुद की भी नही हूँ
किसी  और की भी नही हूँ
रुकी हुई उस घड़ी की तरह
घर के कोने मे बिन बात पड़ी हूँ
शायद किसी के पास वक्त नही
या मेरा वक्त कभी आया नही
तुम मेरी रूकी धड़कनों को चला दो ..

सुनो ,तुम मुझे अपना बना लो ...
मुझे भी  बनना है  गुरूर किसीका
किसी औऱ के पास देख दिल जले किसीका
मेरे रूठने से फर्क पड़े किसी को
कि तुम मचल के मुझ को मना लो ...

सुनो ,तुम मुझे अपना बना लो ...

मेरे अरमान दम तोड़ रहे है सर्द राहों मे
औऱ नही दम लड़ने का ज़माने से
कि छुपा लो मुझे अपनी पनाहों में
मुझे  चाहिए कुछ पल सुकून के
औऱ कुछ देर मुझे अपने में समा लो ...

सुनो ,तुम मुझे अपना बना लो

Death of a feeling

Ever witnessed death of feeling?
A feeling that was once joyous ,alive  laughing and was carefree .
A feeling which was born as sapling in warm rainy day under that tree,where two hearts use to sit near Tea stall.
Each passing day the "Feeling" grew stronger.mature and deep as two hearts coo tbe sweet song of love.Time, warmth and purest emotions enriched the soil whre that feeling grew .Excitement , anxiety, butterflies in stomach of intial days transformed into bonding, caring and craving.
The tendrils of sapling now wanted to reach out to the stem of tree.It climbed n cling to tree curling itself on the tree and got committed.
Soon to grow more secure..the tendrils penetrated deep into tree spreading all over.
Now it was difficult to make out the diffrence in two.Flowers bloomed.fragrances lingered in air  .winds of love blew over n two danced together.soon the tendrils grasped the life out of tree, thinking it will make the feeling more intense.But unlike its expectation tree suffocated.The commitment loosened and tendrils too went pale , shedding its green lush sheen and fell on ground .
The feeling of joy, love all breathed thier last .lifeless feeling decayed under the tree and vanished somewhere  in soil
Yeah..thats how a feeling died without making noise and the only witness were those two hearts who met there under the tree....near the Tea stall.
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They say

They say
I dont have love line on my palm..
I say i have seen lines been changed over years...
They say
I dont stand a chance in "game of love"
I say i never play to win..
They say
i am wasting my time in forlorn hope
I say life itself is a waste without that hope.
They say
the word love is misnomer, an illusion ,overrated too.
I say so do word  GOD is ..for some.
They say
love  is "hollow"..
I say only hollow things can hold goodness...
They say
its a deal, mere attraction,
I say when did a mother wanted back the love she bestowed...
They say
it used to there once and now has changed..
I say so are forests, rivers n mountains .
They say
its rush of hormones,
I say lets experience that "High".
They say
nothing stays forever,
I say neither me n you will stay too...

pulwana

Marna sabko hai
Per iska koi hisab nhi.
Jojaan kurbaan kiye jatey hm pr
Us jaanbazi ka khitaab nhi..
Sawaalo se joojh raha hai mnn
Yu gawani pdi zindgi toh
Is ranjisho ka koi jawab nhi
मरना सबको है एक दिन
पर इस कहर का कोई हिसाब नही ..
जो जां कुर्बान करे हम पर
उसका जानबाज़ी का कोई खिताब नही .
सवालों से झूझ रहा है मन कल से
यूं गंवानी पड़े ज़िंदगी तो
इस रंजिशों का कोई ज़वाब नही

Jigsaw..

JIGSAW….
Once I cried and cried as if will drown the city. It’s not once that I cried ,I cried for months and years. The first heartbreak does it you first rejection, first love. Anyway it’s just an incident that happens almost to everyone during those years.
During such incidents, we are forced to think why did it happen to me? Why ? Because, I never deserved this. When you have put all your efforts, your good intent and when you are naïve and innocent, you shouldn’t  have got into such mess. Or when you lose your loved ones to death. You just can’t handle all the “whys” hovering inside your head.
You grieve over the loss, think of all reasons to justify; still loads of pondering and insomniac rally of thoughts don’t lead to anywhere. Gradually you move on. “Time heals” and you get healed, scar remains and finally that too is vanished.
You, at few moments, still feel that lump in your throat but you overcome but that “Why” keeps erupting in mind. 
You must have played jigsaw puzzle in your childhood or with your kids probably. I had this very vast jigsaw game, I used to play with my son when he was a kid. There were number of pieces made out of colored cardboard with some meaningless picture on it, the game was quite a mess in itself. I never wanted to play it but my son would insist. Those pieces of jigsaw didn’t make any sense to me.
But then I decided to arrange one by one, initially two then more, and as few hours passed by, we both so engaged and could manage to make   at least few patches and could see some meaningful pictures emerging out.
Then we started enjoying the game. After struggling for many hours which we thoroughly enjoyed we saw a beautiful landscape in front of us.
Now when , after so many years and so many incidents that prompted me to ask Why in my life, I could make out that every why was like a piece of jigsaw, nothing in itself but crucial part of a beautiful landscape ,my life.
Every incident however sad had always a meaning but unless we patiently keep on living with attitude of surrender and with the faith that our life is going to be beautiful journey we never ever will get the answers . Every incident , every parson has been linked to each other, has a definite role to play. We just have believe, on our intents, and karma and move on, taking each step graciously. Trusting every piece of our lives will lead to meaningful art, a masterpiece called life.
Cheers,
BY..THE WAY

4th

Lying at your feet,
I laid my soul besides..
Warmth seeped from your open arms,
Cuddled around me
That night itched into me deeper,
Sound of your restless breath echoing,
When your energy met mine..
A dance of cosmos happened inside me,
It may seem like just another lustful act,
But if you know how love fills the heart.
You see it differently ...
Like when a thirsty river pours itself into vastness of ocean,
Candour explicitly provoked by each of us,
I thank Almighty to bless me with such bliss
.