Thursday, October 18, 2007

दिल का टुकडा - मुर्मेरिंग पीस ऑफ़ माय heart

dil ka ek tukda mujhse bolta hai
waqt ka har lamha mujhe toulta hai
kya yahee sikha paya ye jeevan mujhe
jise mila ...raaz-e-dil kholta hai
dil ka ek tukda mujhse bolta hai
kayi parchaiyaan mili.. kaali - syaah rang ki
kayi chehre bane unmein.. alag vajood nazar aaye
kayi ghanton tak lagatar baaten hui... fir ghaayab!
dil ka ek tukda mujhse bolta hai....
kaheen rahon pe chala main oobad khaabad....
unchee neechi... pathreeli rahen
chhote kaante...dukh bade...
jab dkeho mere saath khade
kayee kankar kehne ko....
jidd pe ade the mere sang rehne ko
dil ka ek tukdaa mujhse bolta hai..
kayi baar gaya parbaton pe... dukh ke parbat...
kisi aur ke dekho to chote chote...
apne sahe to... vishaal ..bade jaise sikke khote
jab saanjh ki laalima bujh jaati...
to andhera samajh ke apna sneh-saathi
mujhse khela roz holi...
armaanon ki arthi ki doli
dil ka ek tukdaa mujhse bolta hai...
kyun naheen mila mujhe koi aisa...
jo na dekhe samaaj.. na bandhan.. na paisa
kyun naheen mili mujhe aisee preet
jo gaati saanjh ki veeran bela mein madhur geet
kyun naheen hota ..ho jate do log ek...
bhool ke sabko... rakhke pare apna vivek
kyun naheen sukh mujhe apnaata
kya mera maulla se naheen koi naata
kaheen baar prashnon ke uttar paane ko
apne aap swayam ko hi in sabse nizaat delane ko
chal padha main us anjaan raste par
jahan sukha ke phool ban jayen saare patthar
main sabka ban ke jahan mila hun
vasant ka fool banke khila hun
maloom hai ki lautna fir hai mujhko
ek seema-rekha se pare jana hai chor ke fir tujhko
dil ka ek tukdaa mujhse bolta hai...
kyun apne mahaan sukhon ko dukhon se toulta hai
chal aaja fir se likhenge ek nayi kahani
jo na koi padhega .. na padegi hamen sunani!
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For my lost soul, which is behind thousand veils of mind and worldly affairs
- N

2 comments:

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Anonymous said...

And I looked around,
Not to see, strain mine weak eyes.
To sense, to feel, to know without vision,
To have the choking, irritating experience.

The machine hums, the bytes passing to and forth,
The finger that smothers the click-click
Dazed to loss of life, stronger in immobile hush.
And I looked around more.

Quiet nature envelopes, the stink of stuffy fumes
Dominant as they stride into mine senses.
I let them not into Me hidden from reach.
I let them look around, only look around me.