Saturday, 7 January 2012

Andhera


yahan se door door talak
shahar ki harek part mein
bus dikhta hai andhera..

lekin gaon ke andhere
aur shahar ke andhere mein
ek chhota sa farq hai

gaon ka andhera sirf andhera hota hai
shahar ke andhere pe bhi daag hain..

aur ye daag andhere ki chhati par chadh kar
manav ke banaye hue mashal nahin hai
ye sirf mahatvakanchhayen hain…

prakriti ki achhunn, mulayam jism pe
chhote chhote safed daag hain…

kash…
kash ki mil jaye
kahin se pavitra andhera…
taki main
pi sakoon ek do katora…

Tuesday, 1 November 2011

Ek chehra



Ek saya hai
ek lafz hai
ek jodi ankhein hain…

Jo gujarate vaqt ki khidki pe
baith kar maun...
....bas dekhti hai….

uski gili balon se
nikal kar kuchh kesh
hawaon mein
ek prashn bana dete hain…

Lagta hai khwab ke jaise,
sula doon kabhi..
unhe apne sine par,
Apne hathon se chhookar
uske mathe pe
laga doon abhi…

Uski chhoti si kaan ki
chamakti bali…
Jaise amavas ko bhi
kahin se 2 moothi chand mil gaya ho…
khwaishon ki koi dher nahin hai
bus halka sa
usne mujhe pahen rakha hai…

Uski shunya ko jhankti aankhon
se laga hua
pyara sa gaal…

sadiyon se khidki ke samne ka chehra
badalta rahta hai,
uske shirt ka rang
uski ungliyon ka aakar
hatheli ki rekhayen
aur hathon ka pasina badalta rahta hai…

wo masoom se
komal pyare se gaal
uske khamosh aankhein
udte hue kesh
aur kan ki bali..

sab kuchh
samarpit hai….

Monday, 17 October 2011

Andhera hoon main

Jab dharti ki aankhein
kshitij ke par
sans leti hai...
aur dabe panv
khamosh parinde
andhere ke chhote chhote tukde
aakash ki surakhon se
girate hain…

aaah….
ek arsa hua
andhere ko piye hue
ek arsa hua
apni nason mein
andhere ko meshsus kiya…

ek khawish ki
mere jism ka por por
andhera ho jaye bus…

kahmoshi yahin se sans le
chand isi pe geet likhe
aur uski julfon mein
main bus jaoon….

sharir ki simayon se pare
udan hoon main…
andhera hoon main….

Wednesday, 21 September 2011

gili mitti ho jaoon main

Jab kabhi kamra khamosh hota hai
aur mera jism
us khamoshi mein lipta hota hai…

sochta hoon
apni ungliyon se hokar bah jaoon
aur gili mitti ho jaoon…
paas ki sukhi jameen par…

dharti bhi to jane
kitne janmo.n se pyasi hai….

Friday, 16 September 2011

chhoti nazmein...

mitti ka harek mukhauta
ek pyas se bana hota hai…

andhere ki patli chadar pe
jab aawazien girti hain
to mitti ka ek aur darwaza khul jata hai…

aane do abhi chand
ki gumsum si ye raat kate…

gir jane do thoda aaftab
ki gumsum si ye raat kate...

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Ye aakash...
Mujhko ek baat bata de

kaise itni khamoshi se dharti soti hai...
kaise itni khamoshi se puri raat bita leti hai....

Mujhko bhi wo hunar sikha de...
Mujhko bhi kuchh khamoshi de de...

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hai andhera bhi aur hai dhuan...
na saya koi deewar pe dikhta hai...
hai itni khamosi ki
meri sanson ka shor sunai deta hai...

khamoshi....

musalsal khamoshi !!!!

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Divas ki parchhayi se
jab kabhi
Jism andhera hota hai….

darwaja band karne ka vaqt hua hai

vastra badalne ka vaqt hua hai

khwaisho.n ki sham hone vali hai
arpan karne ka vaqt hua hai….

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Sinne mein aisi ek gahri si aawaz
jaise koi andhere mein
sannate ke bechho-beechh
shankh-naad karta ho...




Sunday, 11 September 2011

Main swarp hoon

Jahan meri sharir ki seemayen khatam hoti hai
aur khali jagah shuru hoti hai...
Jahan suraj bhi doobta hai
Jahan khwab chhupaye jate hain
Jahan nazm likhi jati hai
aur Jahan dharti aansu bahati hai….

kabhi kabhi us jagah pe
apni aankhein rakh deta hoon….

wahan na roshni hoti hai
aur na hi andhera hota hai
bus geeli roshni ki aawazein
girti rahti hai…

vaqt apni aankhon se
kuchh sans leta hai…

aur meri aankhon se
ek aur khwab dhul jata hai...

main premi hoon…
main nishal hoon…
main swarp hoon…

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*swarp : Jo swyan ko arpit hai…one who believe the most in the self

Thursday, 8 September 2011

chhota aayina hoon main

Ghar ka darwaja khulte hi
pass ki deewar pe
tanga rahta tha main…

subah aur sham ki dhoop
mere chehre pe
jab bhi padti thi
mere ghar ki deewaron pe
sinduri geet gaya karte the…

Jab bhi log aate
meri aankhon se poochhte
"kaisi lag rahi hoon main...?"

Aaj meri aankhon pe
ek chasma laga diya gaya..
phir mere upar
ek curtain bhi tanga gaya...
phir mujhe utha kar
store room mien rakh dia gaya…

ghar mein dressing table aaya hai..

chhota aayina hoon main...