
I wrote this poem way back in Guwahati…pondering on a poet’s story..thoughts just flowed uniterruptedly …and the poem followed…I am resposting the poem…
Again, no relevance to anyone dead or alive…it bears no indication of poet’s mind state…
I tried giving thoughts to their words, I tried giving words to their silence, I tried giving salvation to thier inner most thoughts and thus “A story of a poet” through a poem itself….I give you “Ek Shayar Ki Kahaani” Hope you all agree to me!
Is anjaan se duniya se dard maine itna liya hai
maamuli se insaan ko ik shayar bana diya hai
kho kar bhi sab kuch maine khushi paayi hai
sile labo pe shabdo ki gaanth lagaayi hai
ansune lafz aapas me baat karte hain
guzaarish me sune jaane ki ye din se raat karte hain
maangte hain din beeta har lamha, ek nishaani to shayad mil jaaye
haseen shabnami shaamo ka dard shayad fir se khil jaaye
jud kar tootate khwaab aankho me sheeshe sa chubhte hain
pal pal nikla lamha ban ab mere dard dukhte hain
ulajh ke reh gaya hoon sawaalo me, mujhe zindagi kyun pareshaan karti hai
gumshudaa hai pehchaan meri is bheed me, maut mujhe kyun hairaan karti hai
apne aap se jeetne ki koshish hai meri, jeetne ko tarasta hoon main
ban gaya hoon sahil pe chhaya baadal, tumhari bhi aankho se kahbhi kabhi barsata hoon main
saahil bhi doob jayega ki aankho me itne toofaan liye hain
dil pe lage zakhm ab dukhte hain, ki meri rooh ko veeran kiye hain
duniyaa ne har khwaahish ki hai, ki mujhse mera ehsaas maang liya hai
hasti aankho me paani ki boondo ko kuch yun taang diyaa hai
hastaa hoon main wahaan jahaan ro na saka, ashko ne bhi saath yun chhoda hai
jaagta hoon main wahaan jahaan so na saka, neend ne bewafai ki, mujhse mooh yun moda hai
lekin…lekin andhera hai agar pehloo me toh
andheron se bhi roshan shaam main kar jaaoonga
apne khwaab ki khushiyon se auro ka daaman bhar jaaoonga
ghazal ban gaye shabdon ko ek din shabd main banaaoonga
shayar hai jo maamuli insaan use waapis main laoonga
–Varun