ये तो तय है कि वो अब लौट के ना आएगा

कौन उन खिडकियों से चीख के बुलाएगा

सूखी हुई बल्लियों पे टिकी टपकती सी छत

और आँगन के कोने पड़ा सूना तखत

सब रोते हैं परेशां हैं सिसकते हैं

कौन अब शेर की कहानियाँ सुनाएगा

मटमैले किवाड़ की वो जंग लगी सांकल

वोह नए शहर की पुरानी बाखल

कितना शोर करते है पर किस दरजा सूने हैं

क्या खबर थी कि सब एक रोज़ बदल जायेगा

वो पिंजरे कि और "मिट्ठू मिट्ठू " की पुकार

कच्चे आँगन के एक लौटे दरख़्त का ख़याल

ताख पे राखी वो चुनयती पानदान

वो चूल्हे पे पड़े फुकनी चिमटे के निशान

वो सिल बट्टे पे पिसती कबीत की चटनी

कौन वो नात गुनगुनाएगा

ये तो तय है कि वो अब लौट के ना आएगा...

कौन उन खिडकियों से चीख के बुलाएगा ???????

The thing that may was never mine

And I kept longing for long and a while 

The thing that may was never mine 

And I stated I glanced and looked and smile 

not aware that it won't last a mile 

Though I know I know I was right 

Memoirs are pale and yells and bite 

Brick by Brick I stacked aside 

Journey walk sprints and ride 

So if this then what why and where 

I asked and kissed a drop of tear 

Now it hurts what once was love 

Now it stings be far or near 

These sounds so loud so sharp at times 

And then the silence.. deep that rhymes 

My love my dear and  My precious 

And Now it doesn't worth a dime

And I kept longing for long and a while

       The thing that may was never mine ....

और आज...

और आज बरस गयी बदरी....

हाँ .....ज़रुरत भी तो थी

कितनी तप गयी थी हकीकत की ज़मीन

कि अरमानों की हरी कोपलें ,

जल कर ... बदरंग पीली पड गयी थीं



हसरतों के पंछी खुश्की के मारे ,

एक एक कर दम तोड़ रहे थे सारे

बिजली भी तो चली गयी थी उम्मीद की

बाहर निकलो तो धूप थी अंजानो की

अन्दर रहो तो झुलसी सी तन्हाई थी



नया पानी जड़ों को छू तो चुका होगा अब

शायद अब फिर से नयी कोपलें आ जाएँ

और जब घनी हो जाये यह शाख ,

शायद नए पंछी भी कहीं से आ जाएँ

हाँ ..यही तो हुआ था पिछली दफा

हाँ ... यही तो कहानी कभी दोहराई थी



क्या इस दफा बदलेगा तकदीर -ऐ-"अहसास"

ता-उम्र की होगी क्या इस दफा बरसात???

Ammaa

" AMMAA"

Kaun aayega ki ab koi nahi aayega

Kaun un khidkiyon se cheekh ke bulayega

Sukhi hui balliyon pe tiki tapakti si chat

Aur aangan ke kone pada soona sa takhat

sab rote hain pareshan hain sisakte hain

kaun ab sher ki kahaniyan sunayega

Matmailay kivaad ki wo zang lagi saankal

Wo naye shehar ki puraani baakhal

Kitna shor karte hain par kis darja soone hain

kya khabar thi ki sab ek roz badal jayega

woh pinjare ki aur "mitthu mitthu" ki pukaar

Kacche aangan ke ek laute darakht ka khayaal

taakh pe rakhi woh chunaitee paandaan

woh chulhe pe pade phukni chimte ke nishaan

Woh Sil batte pe pisi kabeet ki chatni

kaun woh naat gungunayega

Kaun aayega ki ab koi nahi aayega

kaun un khidkiyon se cheekh ke bulayega!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Dastoor

Ek anokha Ek begana,

ulfat ka dastoor hai.

uns hai usse utni zyada,

jo jitna door door hai.

Jab tak uspar hum they kurbaan,

Lagta tha wo sangdil.

Aaj zara si berukhi ki,

Maanind-e-sheesha choor hai.

Uljhe uljhe pechida se,

Rishton ke hai falsafey.

Saanjh kabhi lagti hai,

Kabhi lagta hai shayad Bhor hai.

Dushman-e-dil se dushmani ko,

Talaash kiye dushman naye.

Dushman-e-wafa ban baithey hum

ab charcha yeh har aur hai.

Bujha di aatish-e-wafa,

Kuch khayaal jo jal gaye.

Kyun kehta tha Shayar jaane,

Ishq par na zor hai???

Trapped and Escape.

Ever heard of a fairy tale where a beautiful fairy is kidnapped by an evil magician and looses her powers? I have never believed in such a fiction until one day when I realized and found myself in a similar situation. You must be wondering what am I trying to say. So let me tell you a story.. my story.. Lets go back in time, some 3-4 years back when I use to be this young innocent 20+ guy from a small city called Bhopal. For the sake of the story, let me rename myself as "Chandu".

Life in Bhopal was so simple and slow, calm and quite. Chandu was so contended with his life. He was in his final semester of Engineering. Chandu was glad and eager to add Er. before his name. How kool would it sound "Er. Chandu". This thought itself was sufficient enough to keep him motivated and there was nothing to worry about in life, except for exams. It was a month of fun Chandu's college was organising an inter college state level cultural competitions. Chandu and his friends Robo, Mamu, Kammo etc. were amongst the few very enthusiastic about the event and they took part in as many activities as they can. Dance, Singing, Skit, painting, writing... you name it... Chandu managed to get some prizes and was on top of the world. I wonder if winning a cricket world cup or an Oscar feels any same or different!

Not only the college time masti; Mr. Chandu had lots of friends outside the collage as well. Every day after the classes, Chandu use to go to the famous and beautiful Upper lake (bada talaab) of Bhopal for an evening bath cum swimming followed by a brief eye candy session at some hot spots besides the lake. Then coming back home, sometimes as late as 11pm, he always enjoyed fresh chapatis and homemade food mixed with tons of mama's love. I now wonder how Chandu use to do so much in a day!! and well.. at night, after dinner, he use to sit alone in open air flowing through the neighbourhood trees and TV antennas then pen down his feelings. Chandu felt so lucky. Everyone loved Chandu. Friends, Family, Teachers..... Happy days!!!!

Then came the Evil powers.. Horror, thriller, mystery!!! Poor Chandu never realised that he is getting trapped and is destined to loose all of his powers and charm. let me give you a glimpse of Chandu's life now.

Living in one of the finest cities of the world called Singapore, Chandu gets up early worrying that going to his office, he might not be able to get a seat in the train. He works like a donkey from 8 to 6 then catch the same train back home. He reaches around 8, then dinner followed by online chats. Then he goes to bed, regretting everything that went wrong that day. Why this change? What went wrong? What is it that has changed Chandu's life so such degrees. Yes, The evil forces.. But are we all not the same? It sounds a bit like every one's story right? Everyone of us is trapped by the evil forces and we all are loosing our powers.

But what were the evil forces that has changed Chandu's life and took away all his powers, strengths and charm.

• Is it the highly demanding world that expects us to work like a slave and treats us like non humans?

• Is it our own greed and will to earn more money and power when actually we end up earning some money and loosing all the powers?

• Is it the added responsibilities that leaves us with no time to practice our powers and strengths?

• Is it the ever increasing distance in a so called contracting world that drifts us away from the sources of our powers? (Friends, family, places and things we love)

• Is it those amongs your friends, the diplomatic people claiming to be friends but not warning us when they actually know that what we are doing is not good?

• Is it the false sense of freedom and independence that makes the things hazy when actually we are acting and working like slaves and has no time for our self.

• Is it our inability to laugh at our self because we have an illusion that we are capable, well placed, well settled when actually we can pity at our self.

• Is it because the place where we are now at and we cannot connect to? Because we still are the same kid from the same old town and can still easily connect to every stone and tree there.

Coming to the conclusion, Its never to late to regain our powers, to revitalize our spirit, and to free our self from the evil powers. All we need is the will to do so and to understand what is happening to us. I do not intend to write the solutions to the above stated problems, the reason is simple. we all are different and everyone of us has to find our own way. All I want to say is

"Follow your heart, but let the brain decide the best possible way to do so."

[P.S. Thanks for reading the post. I wish you a happy life free from all evil forces :) ]

"A day or two" revised...

Here's a version 2 of "A day or two"

Remixed by Akash... My buddy.

No wonder together friends can do wonders!!!

The kind of bond we've built over the time,

is it routine or is it sublime ?

Is it only between us this way

or do you bind with others too, in the much same way ?

A laugh, a kiss, a flower and a dew,

I wonder, Will it last just a day or two?

The times that I crave to spend with you,

Do you cherish it the same way, too ?

I wonder, If its just a deceptive perception,

a passing phase or a [deep long recession ?????] genuine attraction ?

And will you accept my lesser side, much in the same gist,

which you may discover once the haze ceases to exist ?

Sending 50 messages a day,

might be easy for you today.

But calendar will change, and it will rain,

will you continue to shower it then ?

You say, you like my scoldings too..

Your flattering words, be it false or true..

I so enjoy whatever we do..

But will it last just a day or two ?

I've been thinking about your lovely smile,

I've held you as Special, all this while.

But, is it the same with you too, this time,

Is it routine or is it sublime?