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वो अंदाज़-ऐं-बयां ही क्या, जब लफ्ज़ खर्च हो जायें ज़्यादा।
की सींख ल़ू गुफ़तगू , चशमे मे छिपी उनकी आँखों से ज़रा ।।

उड़न खटोला २

बहुत हैं जहां मेरे इस आसमां के परे...

की गिन लूँ चाहे जितना, कम होते नहीं हैं सितारे !

अब !!

रेशम सी रूह लेकर आग़ाज़ 

किया था मंजिलों की कूच का,

बदलती राहों में कुछ कीड़े 

उठा लिए मगर,

ऐसा छलनी किया कमबख्तों ने की,

हमेशा से चाहे हुए एहसास भी,

आर पार निकल जातें है अब !!

QUIET WORLD

By Jeffrey McDaniel

In an effort to get people to look
into each other’s eyes more, 
and also to appease the mutes, 
the government has decided
to allot each person exactly one hundred
and sixty-seven words, per day.

When the phone rings, I put it to my ear
without saying hello. In the restaurant
I point at chicken noodle soup.
I am adjusting well to the new way.

Late at night, I call my long distance lover, 
proudly say I only used fifty-nine today.
I saved the rest for you.

When she doesn’t respond, 
I know she’s used up all her words, 
so I slowly whisper I love you
thirty-two and a third times.
After that, we just sit on the line
and listen to each other breathe. 

उड़न खटोला

 रुई के फाहों पे चल रहा था की अचानक ही एक लावा का दरिया आ गया,
पैरों में छाले तो पड़ ही गए और फूंकने की कोशिश में राख आँखों में चली गयी,
ऐसी  ही किसी रौशनी के लिए कुछ दिन पहले काफी भटका था,
पर अब इसकी लाली देख के आँखें चौंधिया गयी और मैंने मुह फेर लिया !!

बचकाना बचपन

कुछ ऐसी सोच थी की,
कागज़ के परों में ही हवा समेट के उड़ जायेंगे,
अम्मी आवाज़ देती रहेंगी,
पर न सुन पाने का बहाना कर पायेंगे !

अँधेरे के डर में,
तकियों में पलकें दबा के सो जायेंगे,
और सहर होते ही,
धुंधली आँखें लिए पापा से चिपक जायेंगे !

घंटों निकल जायेंगे,
जब सहमी सी चींटियों को रस्ते सुझायेंगे,
झुंझलाकर जब वोह काट लेंगी,
तो छोटा सा बदला  छुपा पायेंगे !

दिन में तितलियों की आशिकी में,
झाड़ियों के काँटों से लड़ जायेंगे,
और रातों में जुगनुओं की चान्दिनी में,
भागें ही चलें जायेंगे !

वो पहली बारिश का सौंधापन,
कपड़ो पे सजा के ले आयेंगे,
फिर जीत के वो कश्तियों की दौड़,
पूरा जहां जीत जायेंगे !

 किताबों से प्यारी रहेंगी पतंगे,
रंगों से माझें पहचान पायेंगे,
पेंचों में अटकी रहेंगी सांसें,
और कट जाने पर हैरत जता पायेंगे !

कहते है की,
'वो समय ही कुछ और होता है !',
जब बेफिक्रत की आदत होती है,
अब तो हर पल एक रहती है !

शब्दों में मैं

A few words I came across very recently/sent to me. Somethings I could not stop reading over and over again.

1) Macha's mssg, sent to me yesterday night.

' Manzilein bahut hain,
Afsaane bahut hain,
Rah-e-zindagi mein,
imtehaan aane bahut hain,
Mat karo gila uska jo mila nahin,
Is duniya mein khush rehne ke,
bahaane bahut hain. '

Usually I get loads of such peshaabi mssgs which i delete without even reading completely.
But different is the case with it.

2) One from my little sister, i found too special.

' I want to go back to the time,
when 'getting high' meant 'on a swing',
when 'drinking' meant 'apple juice',
when 'dad' was the only 'hero',
when 'love' was 'mom's hug',
when 'dad's shoulder' was the 'highest place on earth',
when ur 'worst enemies' were ur 'siblings',
when the only things that could 'hurt' were 'skinned knees',
when the only things 'broken' were ur 'toys',
and when 'gudbyes' meant only 'till tomorrow'. '

More than taking me back to the memories of childhood, it realized me my present.

3) This one out of my habit of reading the doors of final block rooms.

' I sit and talk to God,
and he just laughs at my plans,
my head speaks a language,
I don't understand.
I just wanna feel real 'it',
fill the home that I live in.
Coz I got too much life running through my veins,
goin to waste.
Not sure I understand this role I've been given,
not sure I understand. '

From Deba's highly scribbled door, this one interested me when I was still in the most joyous moods of mine and instantly got me to ponder over my actual state of mind.

4) From one of my favourite ambiances, the LL one.

' A new perspective allows the contemplative man to unlock hidden pleasures from the object of his passion. '

So damn true ! A heavy mood, music, darkness and a few words to be with.

5) Something from my own room which I made out only after one year of residence.

' I have only pain to offer,
my world is one full of gloomy clouds,
but one day I know,
the sun will shine through,
and then I will have my destiny in my hand. '

The clouds will part and the sun will shine with its ray (of hope) , in some form atleast

my bottle...

How I wish I could cork the bottle,
and throw it in an ocean for it to never come back to me again...

the bottle,
containing all the disappointments,
the bottle,
stinking of all the shattered dreams,
the bottle,
fizzing out with all the wishes never fulfilled,
the bottle,
full of all the goals never achieved.

the bottle,
moulded of agonies,
the bottle,
labeled with the miseries,
the bottle,
tied with divesting ribbons,
the bottle,
ignorant of all the thirsts.

But.......I can't...
my hands refuse to release the hold,
the eyes are afraid to lose the sight,
and my heart fears a breakdown.

And I know,
that I still need it,
much much closer to me...
than ever ever before.