Wednesday, January 28, 2015

टूटा हुआ तारा














आसमान से टूटा तारा,रग्घू  के घर मुन्नी आयी थी ,
दिया एक जलता था घर में,सन्नाटे की परछाईं थी।
मुन्नी के पैदा होते ही,रग्घू बाहर ये सोच रहा,
सर्दी की ठंडी रातों में,माथे से पसीना पोंछ रहा ।
जब पांच बरस हो जाएगी मुन्नी,तो कहीं काम पर लगवा दूँगा ,
दूर शहर साहब का बँगला,वही मुन्नी को रखवा दूंगा।
मजदूरी तो न होगी उन हाथों,पर झाड़ू -पोंछा तो कर लेगी ,
ज्यादा क्या कमाएगी शायद,पर अपना पेट ही भर लेगी।
माँ की यादों में मुन्नी रोयेगी क्या,लड़की है,खुद संभल जाएगी,
गुड्डे-गुड़िया न होंगे वहाँ, पर नौकरों के बच्चों में पल जाएगी।
भेजेगी कुछ पैसे अक्सर जो,उनसे मुन्ने को पढ़ाऊंगा ,
मुन्ना चार  बरस का हुआ,अब उसे स्कूल भिजवाऊंगा। 
भीतर-बाहर दौड़ेगी मुन्नी,और एक दिन नाक कटायेगी ,
हरिया की नज़रें ठीक नहीं,अपने सिर आफत आएगी। 
कैसे लाऊंगा इतने पैसे,मुन्नी की शादी भी करनी होगी ,
एक और लड़के की इच्छा थी,पर अब ये गलती तो भरनी होगी।
देखा था मुन्ने की माँ ने,काश वो सपना सच्चा होता,
पैदा होते ही मर जाती मुन्नी,तो कितना अच्छा होता।

Monday, January 26, 2015

Who am I ?




















Tell me Where I exist,
Or Who am I,
I lie in your smile,
Or walk in your cry?
Don't ask me for wishes,
Or frame me in your heart,
Dark truth I am,
or an endless lie.
Don't think of my face,
for there isn't any.
Of wet eyelids,
Or a never ending joy.
Don't call me in blues,
I may not answer,
Of eyes deep red,
Or heart dead dry.
Don't walk in my arms,
or a kiss in the dark,
A trap it could be,
or a vicious ploy.
Don't search me in mist,
or down your memories,
I am wind,will be gone,
with the blink of your eye.
Tell me Where I exist,
Or Who am I ?

Friday, January 23, 2015

I dream a dream













When it covers with the clouds,all rains it seem,
Then I close my eyes and a dream I dream.
I Jump high mountains and deep rivers cross,
I fly through deserts and sprawling grass.
Visit dark forests,while immortal I feel.
I walk on the skies,I wish it were real.
I float up land and far across worlds,
A dive deep waters,I fly with birds.
Of a soothing rhyme,of an endless song,
I wish,in my dreams,my whole life long.
Dreams break my shackles,and I feel free,
Then this world goes tiny, you too would agree.
Tell me real are my dreams or this world around,
There no walls I knew,here my soul lies bound.
Feel infinite in my dreams,against real me,
I'd rest with them,as my soul would flee.
Then a sudden thud in heart,and loud I scream,
Again I close my eyes, and a dream I dream.

Saturday, January 17, 2015

Voyage















It gets a little lonely here,
Inside the maze of my thoughts.
Shredding to my own bits slowly,
Often fighting against odds.
My mind becomes crowded,
As I hear a deep distant cry.
We could step in slumber either,
Or alone in recluse I shall die.
One more chance goes in vein,
While reshaping this past I try.
Standing on shore and waiting again,
For my soul to wing and be ready to fly.
My horizon lies far beyond here,
So turn the page and write no further,
Step close tonight and hold me tight,
For this voyage is our last together.

Hope

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