Tuesday, January 23, 2018

मैं ही क्यों?

वक़्त का तकाज़ा है,
रैन गयी सो बात गयी।

वक़्त क्या नहीं सिखला देता है,
सब कुछ तोह वक़्त पर निर्भर है ,
व्यक्ति विशेष तो मात्र एक प्यादा है,
खेल तो कोई और ही खेल रहा है।

हर बात पे एक बात भारी है ,
मैं ही क्यों?
हर कोई यही सोच कर बैठा है
कि मैं ही क्यों फलाना काम करूं
मैं ही क्यों तड़प तड़प कर जियूँ,
बस मैं ही क्यों?

आज जब हमने भी अकड़ दिखाई
तो वो बोले
भाया ना कर ये ज़िद्द,
इस ज़द्दोज़हद में उम्र गुज़र जानी है,
छड्ड परे ये जज़्बात,
जी ले अपनी ज़िंदगी ज़िंदादिली से।

हम अभी तो मिलें हैं कल परसों,
ये इश्क़ अब भी नया है,
क्यों इस पर ग्रहण लगाती हो प्रिये,
चलो छोडो ये बातें
आओ इश्क़ के समंदर में गोते लगाएं।

उनके यही अदा तो हमें भाती हैं,
कभी नीम नहीं,
बस मीठी मीठी रसभरी बातें।

पर फिर भी ज़ेहन में उभर कर आता है सवाल,
मैं ही क्यों?

Monday, January 22, 2018

Basement Romance...

It was all that was to it ...
Just another basement romance for him ...
A call before reaching home...
Hushed tones ...
Under the building in the parking lot ...
A fool she was to believe the whispered words...
A fool she remained.

Under the hood ...

The romantic interludes...
The sweet nothings...
All under the hood ...
Wondering whether true or false...
The feels understated stood ...
A bemused look in the eyes ...
She carried on ...
For, what the heck!!!
There was nothing to lose.

Hum ghoom chuke ...

रचनाकार: इब्ने इंशा

हम घूम चुके बस्ती-बन में
इक आस का फाँस लिए मन में
कोई साजन हो, कोई प्यारा हो
कोई दीपक हो, कोई तारा हो
जब जीवन-रात अंधेरी हो
इक बार कहो तुम मेरी हो।

जब सावन-बादल छाए हों
जब फागुन फूल खिलाए हों
जब चंदा रूप लुटाता हो
जब सूरज धूप नहाता हो
या शाम ने बस्ती घेरी हो
इक बार कहो तुम मेरी हो।

हाँ दिल का दामन फैला है
क्यों गोरी का दिल मैला है
हम कब तक पीत के धोखे में
तुम कब तक दूर झरोखे में
कब दीद से दिल की सेरी हो
इक बार कहो तुम मेरी हो।

क्या झगड़ा सूद-ख़सारे का
ये काज नहीं बंजारे का
सब सोना रूपा ले जाए
सब दुनिया, दुनिया ले जाए
तुम एक मुझे बहुतेरी हो
इक बार कहो तुम मेरी हो।

Sunday, December 31, 2017

Scrub hard, yet the surname remains...

Pumice stone, acid, what not...

She used all the available resources...
Resources to remove his existence...
His name from her name...
It remains...
It remains to torment her...
Every living moment, a death knell...
Every moment so painful...
The memories linger...
F
Tears welling up her eyes...
Eyes each morning a sight...
Reminding her of a sleepless night...
When...
When will she be rid of it...
The pain of...
The pain of living...
A life so lifeless...
The solitude her own...
None to share with...
His children, a constant reminder of him...
This Pai, insurmountable...
A heavy load on her frail self...

How many pills to take...
To numb herself?

She scrubs her self...
Trying to rid herself of days gone past...
The memories return...
Each day a new pain...
Same pain, renewed each dawn and dusk...
She moves... Thinking...
She has moved on...
And the inevitable happens...
And the cycle begins.

Monday, October 23, 2017

The pain behind the mask none can see...

Who knows what is hidden behind the mask of smiles...
A silent agony...
Pain beyond words...
An ache ...
The eyes tell it all...
Yet, none can read it...
A wound pussing...
The heart ready to die.

Maybe it is time to redeem...
To go beyond the mortal self...
The need for one over...
What's the use of living?

Its time to bid adieu...
But to say goodbye to whom?
There is none to bid adieu...
It's time to go away...
Silently...
Let death creep in...
And take her away...
Far far away from...
The agonizing World of relations...
The falsehood of mankind...
The selfish kin...
The scheming minds...
The molted thoughts.

What does the mask hide, you ask...
It hides the pain of a mother...
It hides the tears of a daughter...
It hides the scars of the scorned wife...
It hides a lot...
It hides unfathomable depths of heartaches...
One, no man can imagine.

What does the mask hide? Ask again and again to no answer coming forth...
For the wronged shall die...
Leaving behind unanswered queries.

Monday, October 2, 2017

The Dolt

He couldn't have used a better term...
To describe himself...
The Dolt.

The sweet endearing Dolt of a man...
The one with prowess over language one too many...
The one constantly reading between the lines...
The one actually assuming what is not said...
The one figuring out the unspelt...
The one reaching a conclusion for you...
Because he is the Dolt that wants to be...
One up on the others.

Regards he overconfident Mr Know IT all...
The Dolt who cares to hoots what anybody thinks...
My reflection...
The Dolt of course,
The one I love.

The one I love picking arguments with...
The one that gives the saintly advice...
The one I really listen to...
The one who never mince his words...
The one I obviously love...
The one whose lectures on dos and don'ts...
I look forward to...
Ahh! The uncrowned King of words...
The Dolt that I love.