आवाज़ मेरी एक खामोशी मे दफन है
ज़िंदगी मेरी अब मेरे रूह का कफन है
चिल्ला रहा हूँ के कोई तो सुने
पर कोई नाही सुनता …..
जो शुरू है वो मेरे मौत का जशन है……..
Broadcasting my thoughts
आवाज़ मेरी एक खामोशी मे दफन है
ज़िंदगी मेरी अब मेरे रूह का कफन है
चिल्ला रहा हूँ के कोई तो सुने
पर कोई नाही सुनता …..
जो शुरू है वो मेरे मौत का जशन है……..
Posted in Poetry.
– November 3, 2009
आज कल वो आईने ही नाही मिलते
जिन मे कभी हमरे चेहेरे भी थे खिलते
जिंदगी के वो साल काही छूट गये
कुछ साथी साथ चले कुछ रूठ गये
अब उन झुरियों का हिसाब नाही मिलता
अब ये कमरा फिर तुम्हारी हंसी से नाही खिलता
हर बात की कमी महेसूस होती है
दिंन उदास होते है और रात सिसक के रोती है
वो चूल्हा ,वो बिंदी, वो ज़ेवर अब भी तरसतें है
दिल भी रो लेता है जब सावन के ओले बरसते है
वो आंगन की बगिया अब खाली खाली है
पर लोग कहेते है के आज दीवाली है
जिस दिंन उस दोराहे पर तुम ने मोड़ लिया
हम ने तो जीने का ख्वाब वाही छोड़ दिया
अब ये ज़िंदा लाश ही हमरी झांकी है
जिसका बस आखरी करम अभी बाकी है
अब तो जब भी देखता हूँ आईने मैं
यही सवाल उभरता है सिने मैं
के आज कल वो आईने ही नाही मिलते
जिन मे कभी हमरे चेहेरे भी थे खिलते
Posted in Poetry.
– March 10, 2009
अब तो बस बातें है …..बातों का ही सहारा है
वरना दिल की ये बाज़ी तो वो कब का हरा है
इंतज़ार है उस कश्ती का
जिस का बस ख्वाबों मे ही किनारा है…
उस तूफान से तो टकराए थे हम
उठाए थे सर पर सारे सितम
आज फिर कोई डोर हम से टूट गई
कश्ती आसुओं के समंदर में लूट गई
अब तो बस ये किस्से ही बाकी रहे गये
बेजुबान ये दिल एक कहनी कहे गये
ना मिलेंगे अब उस कश्ती के साथी
ये कहानी सुनते सुनते भी अब नींद नाही आती
Posted in Poetry.
– March 4, 2009
आज जाने से पहेले उसने भी कुछ कहा था
गम का थोड़ा सा असर उस पेर भी हो रहा था
चुप होने से पहेले उन के लब हिले थे
उस खामोशी के नगमे हम ने भी सुने थे
एक लंबा दयरा सा बन गया अचानक
जोर जोर से दे रहा था ये दिल सिने पर दस्तक
गुज़र गई वो शाम हम कुछ भी ना कहेना पाए
निगालेंगे इन अरमानों को अब रातों के साये
नज़रों के सामने एक धुंद सी छाई थी
फिर एक बात पुरानी काही से याद आई थी
लगा …..कार रहे थे हम अपने आप ही से बाते
हमने फिर देखी उनकी परछाई जाते जाते
Posted in Poetry.
– February 27, 2009
अब कीसी दावा का असर नही होता
अब चुप रहेने से भी गम कम नाही होता
कितना समांभालेंगे हम इनको
के अब ज़ेवरों के ज़रुरत है किसको
ज़ख़्म के नासूर हम साथ लिए घूमते है
और लोग इन्हिको ही हमरी पहेचान समजते है
शेर सुनकर लोगों को मज़ा आता है
पर ये तो हर ज़ख़्म का लहू बहता है
इस की हर बूँद पेर लोग वाहा वाही करते है
और हमरे आसूँ आख ही मे पिघलते है
आज भी कोई माहेफील से जब बुलावा आता है
लगता है जैसे मैयत का सुनवा आता है
पढ़ते है जब कसीदे तारीफों के ….ये दरबान
अलग हो जाती है हमरे जिस्म से ये जान
नाही चाहिए ये दौलत और ये तेरी शोहरत
ये दुनिया हमे दे दे बस एक इजाजत
बिछड़ गये है उन्ही से मिलादे एकबार
तरसती आखों को बस एक दीदार
फिर ये कहेर ना बरसे गा कभी
फिर ये शायर ना तारसेगा कभी
क्यूँकि ये सच है के ………..
दावा ने भी जवाब अपना दे दिया
और अब तो दुआओं का असर भी हो लिया
Posted in Poetry.
– February 24, 2009
ढूँढने चले थे हम सुकून को
लेकर साथ मैं दिल-ए- जुनून को
किसे पता था के सफर इतना लंबा होगा
ये कुछ दिंन ही नाही पूरी जिंदगी ले लेगा
चलो ये भी मान लेते गर सुकून मिल भी जाता
सहेर मे पानी और भूक मे रोटी का मज़ा आता
पैरों के छलो को हम आपनी तकदीर मानते
इस बुरे हाल को भी ख्वाबोंकी ताबीर मानते
पर जिसे ढूँढते रहे वो हमे ना मिला
और इस बात का भी हमे ना होता गिला
अगर वो दिल का सुकून तो दे जाता
एक बार झूट ही सही………… पर मुस्कुरा तो देता
झूट ही सही………… पर मुस्कुरा तो देता …………..
Posted in Poetry.
– February 23, 2009
लिखना हमारी फितरत नही
कहेना हमारी आदत नही
ये तो दिल ही रोता है कभी यूही
और लोग समज़ते है के एक और नज़्म हुई
हर बार हम ने सोचा के अब ना लिखेंगे कभी
ये तो तय किया था हम ने अभी अभी
पर क्यां करे के याद बहोत आती है
दिया जलता है और दिल ही बाती है
अब किसी दर्द की हमे परवाह नही
अब किसी बात की हमे फिराक नही
इस बात का हमे अहेसास था सदा
के हर बहार के बाद आती है खीज़ा
हसते थे हम भी कभी कयरों पे
पढ़े थे हमने भी कलाम काई शयरों के
खैर… पता चल गया हमे यही है सही
ढूंड़ने से तो खुदा ही मिलता है ….सनम नही
दिल का दर्द बताना हमे आच्छा नही लगता
कोई बहाना हमे आच्छा नही लगता
पर क्या करें ….जब भी दिल मी आंधी आती है
हमरी कलम यूहीं दावा तक जाती है
पर सच कहूँ……..
लिखना हमरी फितरत नही
कहेना हमरी आदत नही
Hi
It is my very first attempt and I know that my hindi is not at all good so please be considerate.
Posted in Poetry.
– February 22, 2009
Hey guys though I have written following the main concept and insipration got from Khyati’s blog, aekanki.rediffiland.com/ ,so complete credit goes to her.
Aaj bin mausam baarish hui
Raat bhar aaken barasti rahi
Dil ki pyas buz na saki
Muh se aah tak nikli nahi
Shama raat bhar jalti rahi
Aur hawayen karwat badlti rahi
Aaj bin mausam baarish hui
Raat bhar aakhen barsti rahi
Ek baar to socha ke bas hua
Per dil per koi bas na chala
Aagya fir kahi se
Ek Badal kala ghana
Aaj bin mausam baarish hui
Raat bhar aakhen barsti rahi
Aasu pi ke thak gaye
Namak bhi meeta lagne laga
Chand ka hume pata na chala
Aur subha ka suraj chamkne laga
Aaj bin mausam baarish hui
Raat bhar aakhen barsti rahi
Bulaye na jati hai wo yaaden
Gujare na guzarti hai ye raaten
Yahan to aai hai baadh itni
Aur kahi paasi dharti tadap thi rahi
Aaj bin mausam baarish hui
Raat bhar aakhen barsti rahi
Posted in Poetry.
– February 21, 2009
It was, Sunday, I am in
I went to town centre just for fun as I like to watch people and their faces, I return with a handful bag of shopping groceries for the week. Coming home I pour my nose in the book, I borrowed yesterday from library, but as usual the book can't hold my mind for a long time. Looking out of the window I planned to go out and started dressing casual stuff. After I got dressed I just looked outside and I was depress , the prediction about the weather was not complete wrong and it was raining heavily. This situation left me no choice other than sitting once again and keeping that book in front of my eyes. But still I was looking out the window. I kept book aside and started watching the rain from window as usually we all do when we are kid. The rain in
I was feeling fresh, as if nature has just washed and cleaned every thing for me, the trees are looking even greener in the brightness of the evening. By this time sun was about set and though it was covered by clouds the brightness was at its fullest.
I started walking on my usual road towards town centre, but I don't know what made me feel not to go that way, and I changed my path. I started walking in complete opposite direction. I knew this road! but it was not so familiar to me. After walking for more than half hour I came to a bridge. I passed this bridge few times. This bridge is over a small river which is in the town. One side of the river there were big and posh residential complex and office buildings. The other side is covered with ginnery, very nice quite garden attached with a big football ground a children's park. This covers a very huge area where no one is residing and there were trees and trees all around. It was really beautiful. It was my wish so many times that I should walk on the bank of that river and spend some time in that park.
Unknowingly I turned that way and started stepping down from a small staircase which was and the end of the bridge. With this staircase I landed just on the bank of the river, and started walking.
I was really enjoying the nature and talking pictures from my cell phone I walked for a while and gone quite a long. I seen there are two men sitting at the bank with their fishing roads. They were not making any sound. I could clearly here the sounds made by ducks in the water. I reached the place were there was a play ground for the kids, there are only two kids playing in that ground. They were playing with the sand it has just become wet with the rain. Soon I found that even being in town this place was really very quiet, and I just looked back and I got the reason that there was no one river today. All the boats were resting on the water. River was very clam I could see the reflection of all big towers and sky in the water of the river. The troop of seven-eight ducks was swimming one after another just like the soldiers in the army. This troop was leaded by one duck. It was really a sight of discipline where every duck was following their leader without any complaint. "Nature teaches us so many things" a thought came in my mind. The marching sound of Quak !!! quak !!! was breaking the silence and every duck was cutting the water and creating a wave which was moving a very long in the river.
I was watching all that and enjoying the nature and its beauty, I really felt peace in mind, I don't remember when I have this feeling last time. This thought disturbed me.
And a thought came to my mind what a contradiction of life .. "Even the thought that you don't have a peace of mind for a long time, can also disturb your peace of mind."
I just took out the cell phone to seize some beauty in the form of picture. I seen a beautiful white spot swimming in the river. It was far away from me but as it comes nearer and with the prideful movement of its neck I could make out that it was a beautiful swan. It was coming close and close. As it came closer, I started talking its pictures. It was looking really beautiful I can't stop myself talking its picture. And it was really amazing that instead of moving away from me it was coming even closer. Now the swan was in river and I was on the bank I was talking its pictures restlessly .one after another, the sound of the each picture was breaking through silence.
To take its picture from front I was walking behind, since I know that no one was there I was even not looking behind and suddenly I struck to a man. He was smiling I apologize for my behaviour. He was formally dressed with a brown skinned, a very good looking person. He was even smiling when I apologized. I smiled and then words come out of his mouth, "beautiful bird isn't it" I said yes!!! It is!!!.
Looking at his black hair, which were trim nice ,short and the colour of his skin I could make out that he was a non Englishmen. He was tall, aged about 35-40, not much fair, well built body and formally dressed. I was surprised to see him formally dressed because it was a Sunday, it has just rained, the day was almost over and on top of that this was not the place where anyone will like to come dressed formally; his shoes were so glittering as if he just polished them. I was just looking at him and he was looking at the swan which was moved a little far from us. I was really felt uneasy standing front of him, with a non shaved face, scattered hairs and wearing just casual dress and sports shoes.
I seen there was no one around us the two men who where enjoying their fishing and the two kids playing with wet sand were far away from us,
I planed to move and just smiled at him and about to walk away
Do you come daily? Question came from him
Nope. I replied.
Nice place .. I said ..yea!!
Where are you from ? another question came his voice was so pleasant and gentle.
I got his question but still I replied .. I stay near by town centre ..he got it and smiled.
He repeated the same question again with a is extremely soft voice and very frank way, which country you belong to I smiled and replied ..
This time he got the reason of my smile.
And you ? I asked him a counter question.
He smiled with a grace putting his both hand in pockets looked at the sky and replied .. Even I am not from
I smiled with his answer, You come here for work? He asked .. yes. I said. Now I started avoiding him he got that, but since he was walking with me I asked a question again, what do you do?
He laughs and replied I select people and tell them what they should do or not do. Oh you mean you are a carrier counsellor he laughed a loud and said . yea a kind of.
And suddenly he said lets sit here .and he sat down on the resting bench kept near the bank of the river. Now there was no option for me other than sitting beside him.
What kind of carrier counselling you do? Was my next question.
He smiled , looked at me and replied, I do all kinds of, we even told people what to do or not in their life.
Oh really? do people follow your advice, he said sometimes.
Ohhh I said .its a nice profession .He just smiled.
I thought now he must be asking that what I do, And then I can impress him saying that even I am a counsellor .A so called a business counsellor or business consultant.
But nothing happened like that.
He replied saying that sometime people like our advice some time they don't ..
But you charged full for both .It was me again.
And he looked at me this time he was not smiling but looking with a pleasant face. I observed there were no wrinkles on his face or no frowns on his forehead; he had a clean and nice face.
He replied No, we never charge people, that make me surprise the man sitting in front of me was really looked like professional with his behaviour but he said that they never charge the people for the services they offer. He looked at me and understood that I am surprised I was about to say something but in between he added .
We never charge people they pay with their deeds ..This sentence created ever more puzzle ..Here I again opened my mouth but !!!!!
Cutting in between he said ..we do analysis of the work done by a person through out his life , we evaluate that work, try to put it in the analytical manner and then we give him some suggestions for their future. In future when he gets success he pays back to us.
Here I was surprised again, now I understood this is a kind of fooling system, this man is telling me. I started laughing and questioned him who will pay you ones he is successful in his life? First thing is that who will remember you company once he or she is successful. Are you doing any agreement and if so I never heard of such kind of agreements through out my life, though I was working in a Legal cell of a company back there in
And what about the people who failed with your advice do you pay for their debts arise out of your advice? I was still laughing but he was serious.
He started speaking, We never ask people to follow our advice we just give them suggestions. If they think they can follow, putting it in an act is solely their responsibility. We have nothing to do with it. Our objective is to make people happy in their life.
Oh Ok !!!!! I said
Now I was not looking at him .but again I heard his voice If the people are successful the return of our suggestions will automatically come back to us.
Now this time I was not crossing to his words? But I know he got that I am still not satisfied with his answer.
So he said lets take a example just imagine your kind of person came to us. Say for example lets take your case ..in your last birth you have done few good deeds and the analytical sum comes to 1573 and you did few bad things the count of which is just over the good you did and .and just one blunder ..
Which includes .one day you have release a butterfly the other kids were playing with and you were sure that they will kill it after they complete their play or on your way to the school . you given your bread to that stray dog who was following you . though you know that you will be hungry in the intermission
I was shocked with these incidents he told, I stood up angrily and asked who are you ?
He looked at me smiled and said .clam down ..these are common incidents in every one's life don't worry about these but I was not able to control my emotions and shock because I don't know about previous birth but he really told me those incidents about my child hood which I still remembered very clearly.
I was still not convinced with him but he just looked at me and stood up .. smiling and we started walking he said see these are very common incidents like say another good thing you did that .. You were even in love ..then even I smiled ..but still there was something in my mind which was not really convinced. How this man knows such a minute incident of my life.
Well then I asked him you were talking about one blunder .. Can you tell me that and suddenly his smiling face becomes serious, I repeated my question with a smiling face .
He looked at me and said I told you about good things one of them was you were in love. Love is that beauty created by God which every human being should enjoy.
I said yea I know that but what was the blunder so I should not repeat that again He said calmly that You were in love ..but ..but you let it went away and never cared for it ..
I shocked and stopped. I looked at the man again now I was stopped but he was walking he kept walking through those stair case which I come through.
When I though that I should meet him again, I ran behind him immediately and rushing through the stair case I came on the road I knew that it was non parking zone so even if this guy has a car he has to walk a long and I can catch him but when I came up and I seen both side on the pavement of the streets but there was not a single man out. Few cars were flowing here and there, and the cool breeze touching my body with the every car passed by .
Posted in Writing.
– February 20, 2009
Silly words put in line
Sore my eyes & make tears shine
Salty tears give me the strength
To measure the life its depth and length
Season comes and seasons go
Once friends even become foe
Nothing I want to say or prove
The flashback always given me the shrove
Every time words come on lips
Just like stormy night on the ships
Again every feeling break inside
And tear the heart open and wide
Was this the only situation then?
No .It sill happens .. when?
Silly words put in line
Sore my eyes & make tears shine
Posted in Poetry.
– February 20, 2009