रविवार, फ़रवरी 23, 2020

प्रियल एक कोरोना वायरस


Dedicated to P

जिस दिन से मैंने तुम्हे देखा हैं तब से ,
मुझे तुम्हारे प्यार का कोरोना वायरस हो गया हैं ,

तुम्हारे लहराते हुए बालों के जुल्फों में ,
तुम्हारे गुलाब के पंखुडियों जैसे  ओठों में ,
तुम्हारे बदन की महकती हुई खुशबू में ,
तुम्हारे पैंजन की आवाज में ,
मुझे तुम्हारे प्यार का कोरोना वायरस हो गया है 

तुम्हारी झील जैसी आँखों में ,
तुम्हारी कोयल जैसी आवाज में ,
तुम्हारी फूलों जैसी मुस्कराहट में ,
मुझे तुम्हारे प्यार का कोरोना वायरस हो गया हैं

मेरे बदन के हर हिस्से में ,
मेरे हर एक सपनें में ,
मेरे हर एक ख्वाब में ,
मेरे हर एक बात में ,
मेरी हर एक मुस्कुराहट में ,
मेरे हर एक साँस में ,
मेरे दिल की हर एक धडकन में ,
मुझे तुम्हारे प्यार का कोरोना वायरस हो गया हैं 


                            - मोहन उगले
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रविवार, फ़रवरी 16, 2020

One woman one secret





               He held her tight. His arms engulfing her body. One arm wrapped around her heaving bosom and other holding her and pulling her close to himself from her waist. He pulled her closer with every breath he took. Trying to absorb her, her scent, her skin, her body into his. This was it. This was what he longed for. This was what he wanted. He wanted to love her. He wanted to have every bit of her.
               They have known each other for almost a year now. But it was from last four months that they started working together. She was owner of a flamboyant persona. Tall brunette with curves at all the right places. Her confidence just added that extra charm to her sensuous body. She had the ideas which would win even the toughest pitch. She was head strong and well aware of her capabilities and yes, of her physical assets too. Although she always dressed in formal shirts and knee length skirts, the way the dress hugged her curves would make every man around throb.
               He was in his early forties but would give top-models a run for their money.  He was not only tall and well built with chiseled features that Greek gods are made of but also had that sophistication and  calm composure of being the best in his work. He was known for his eye for detail in work and his kind and chivalrous attitude. But the man was nevertheless a man of very limited words outside his work. His few and limited words would give you all the details you could ask for. He was the best there was. His in-depth knowledge and his confidence in his work added to his sex appeal. People longed to work under him, The girls around would kill to be his protege. He made them quiver. He knew that.
                 They started working together on one the toughest pitch for their agency. It was to get the global tie up for commercials of a Fortune 500 company. Needless to say, they had a tough competition and hence had to work extra hard. The team meetings, the one liners, the artwork, all started months before the client meeting. Long work hours were usual. The team was used to of such an work environment.
                  There was something in those team meetings. The way he looked at her, his eyes always trying to say something. She had caught him staring at her often, and he won’t even blink when their eyes met. His persona, his deep voice was always pulling her closer to him. They had a sexual tension built up between them. They never knew when they started staying extra hours even after meeting was over just to be near each other, extra clarifications, discussions on new ideas. And if not talking, then just looking at each other with such passionate desire.
                  They bagged the MNC account with their amazing team work. Their chemistry seemed to work quite well. He threw a party at his place for all team members. This was the last day they would be working together as he was leaving for London soon. He wanted her to be close to him somehow.
                   The party was at his penthouse suite. The cocktails were flowing for a couple of hours between a whole range of appetizers and a delectable spread of delicacies. Everyone appreciated the food as much as they appreciated the collection of artifacts he had. The balcony served as the dance floor as everyone ended up dancing after a point of time. Everyone enjoyed the music and danced away but them. They were still at a distance. Their eyes met a couple of times. They spoke not through words but with their eyes. All the excitement and backed up emotions finally took over, he went closer and pulled her onto the dance floor. They had a slow dance in spite of the fast music being played.
                He held her waist lightly, her hands resting on his shoulders. They moved slowly in their own rhythm. Their eyes locked. It may be the atmosphere or the effect of alcohol, nobody seemed to notice what other were doing. The heat was building up. He can sense her bosom heaving now. She took her eyes off him. He slightly moved his right arm upwards from her waist, grazing her back towards her neck. He gently removed the strands of hairs which were covering her neck and moved closer. She almost closed her eyes in excitement when she realized the presence of her colleagues and moved away from him. She blended into the dancing crowd. When she looked back at him, he was staring at her with an expression of a small kid whose favourite toy is taken away from him. He looked at her and then went back to the bar trying to mellow down his emotions with alcohol.
               After a while, people started to leave. Her friends asked if she needed a ride home, his eyes turned to her to know her response and had a strange sparkle when she said she has got her car. He knew she came in a cab. He watched her get down from the cab, that meant she was lying. Maybe she wanted to stay as well. Gradually everyone left. She bid goodnight to the last of her colleagues and said she would stay back for some time and help him clean before leaving.
               He went ahead and bolted the door. It was only two of them now. When he turned she wasn’t there. He looked for her in the adjacent room with no luck. When he headed to the balcony, there she was standing at the far corner. The wind blowing in her hairs, the slit in her dress revealing  a little more of her toned thighs. He was breathing heavily now as he moved closer to her. She sensed his presence and turned slowly towards him. His eyes were savoring every bit of her, and she felt his gaze moving on her body. From her eyes to her lips, her neck to her bosom, her waist to her exposed thigh. She was heaving heavily, her gaze fixed on his eyes. This was all he could handle. He grabbed her and kissed her moist lips. She held the railing of the terrace to handle the pressure of his immense body on her. Enjoying every bit of it. Her hands now holding his face, pulling him closer. His hand grazing all over her. Their mouth wet with saliva, yet not getting enough of the kiss. They just knelt under their passion. Its when they went breathless that they broke the kiss. He held her close to his body, could feel her chest moving with every breath. . She just couldn’t take it anymore. She pulled herself away from his grip.
                 She walked towards the living room with slow steps and heavy breathing. She was still trying to figure out what happened. As she stepped inside, he pulled her from behind. He held her tight. His arms engulfing her body.  He pulled her closer with every breath he took. Trying to absorb her, her scent, her skin, her body into his. She turned around and hugged him. He carried her to the adjacent room and put her on the bed.  Her eyes were closed. She wanted to feel every bit of it.  When she opened her eyes and got up to kiss him, that one moment changed everything.
                 She noticed the room around her. She was looking around her while he was busy taking his clothes off. She couldn’t go any further with it. She put on her dress, grabbed her purse and made her way to the door. He kept asking what happened. She left him there halfway, confused and almost naked. She left him in his bedroom, whose walls were adorned with photos of his family, His wife and kids laughing at a beach, his wedding photo, photo where he held his pregnant wife, a card probably made by his son with the words “World’s greatest Dad” written on it.
                 The realization that she was making out with a married man, a father, a husband, just dawned at her. She almost ran out of the building. Just as she got in a taxi, her phone buzzed, his name displayed on the screen. She switched off her phone and closed her eyes, in an attempt to forget everything. It was the face of his wife which she couldn’t forget. It was the same lady she has been meeting every day at her gym. She has helped that lady in getting back in shape, as that lady wanted to win her husband’s love back. They went shopping together, and she helped the lady with grooming tips, over the days they have become good friends and no matter what she wouldn’t ruin that friendship for anyone. She can’t be the person who would ruin her own friends marriage, or anyone else for that matter...








Divorce is not end of love



                   This is the story of a friend of my life. It happened that the husband gave the wife three slaps on something, the wife threw her sandil towards the husband in response, one end of the sandil left touching the husband's head.

                   The matter would have been repeated, but the husband thought it to be his crime, the relatives made the matter more complicated, not only complicated but serious, all the relatives called it to cut the nose of the family, also said that the woman who killed the husband saddled There is neither loyal nor loyal.

                    Keeping it at home is like having a periodic fever in your body. Some relatives also expressed remorse that the fetus of such women should be abolished.

                    Bad things happen like compounding interest, so a lot of allegations were raised on both sides. It was as if people on both sides are playing volleyball of the charges. The boy said many inconvenient things about the girl and the girl about the boy.
A lawsuit was filed. The husband lodged a case of dowry harassment while the wife's characterlessness. After six years of married life and being the parents of a child, both of them got divorced today.



                 The couple had a copy of the divorce papers in their hands.
Both were silent, both quiet, both uninterested.
The trial lasted two years. The wife had been living separately for two years and the husband separated, both would have to come to the trial. The two looked at each other as if the flint had rubbed off among themselves.

                 Both would have been angry. Both had a feeling of revenge. The two would have relatives with a little bit of explosive substance hidden in their sympathies.

                 But a few months ago, when the husband and wife entered the court, they would look at each other and turn their faces. As if deliberately neglecting each other, lawyers and relatives would be with both.

                  Both are taught a good lesson about what to say. Both would say the same. Many times the statements of both of them started changing. He would be back again.
In the end, what happened was what everyone wanted ie divorce.

                  Earlier there was an army of relatives, today few relatives were with them. Relatives on both sides were happy, lawyers were happy, parents were also happy.

                  The divorced wife was silent and the husband silent.
It was only coincidental that relatives from both sides sat at the same T-stall, having cold drinks.
It was also coincidental that the divorced husband and wife sat face to face on the same table.

Wooden bench and those two …….
"Congress"…. What you wanted happened…. ” The woman said.
"Congratulations to you too… ..you too won by divorcing…." The man said.

"Is divorce a symbol of victory ????" The woman asked.
"you tell?"
When the man asked, the woman did not answer, she sat quietly, then said, "You called me characterless….
well done…. Now you are chased by a characterless woman. "
"That was my fault, I shouldn't have done that," the man said.
"I have suffered a lot of mental stress", the woman's voice was flat, neither sorrow nor anger.

"I know that a man attacks a woman with this weapon, which kills a woman's mind and soul ... You are very bright." I shouldn't have talked such dirty things about you. I am very sorry, ”said the man.

The woman kept quiet, she saw the man once.
After a few moments of silence, the man took a deep breath and said, "You too had called me a dowry scoundrel."
"Was wrong"…. The woman said looking at the man.
She kept quiet for a while and then said, "I would have accused someone else but I would not ..."

Tea came in a plastic cup.
The lady picked up the tea, sprinkled some tea. Hot tea fell on the woman's hand.
Scy… came out.
At that moment, the sound of 'Oh' came out in the throat of the man. The woman saw the man. Man and woman were being seen.
"How is your back pain?"
"It is the same as Vovron and sometimes Cambiflame," the woman wanted to finish.

"You don't even exercise." When the man said, the woman laughed laughably.
"What is the condition of your asthma ... then there is no attack ????" The woman asked.
"Asthma. Doctor Suri has asked to reduce stress ... mental stress," the man informed.

The woman looked at the man, kept staring at him. Like reading the tension printed on the face of the man.
"You keep taking inhalers, don't you?" The woman removed her eyes from the man's face and asked.
Yes, I keep taking it. Can't remember to bring today, ”the man said.

"That's why today your breath is disheveled," the woman said in a sympathetic tone.
"Yes, some because of this and some…" The man stopped saying.
"Some… some tension," the woman finished the talk.

The man kept thinking something, then said, "You have to give four lakh rupees and six thousand rupees a month too."
"Yes… then?" The woman asked.
“There is a flat in Vasundhara… you know. I name it for you. Currently, I do not have four lakh rupees. " The man spoke his mind.

"Vasundhara flat will cost twenty lakh rupees ??? I just want four lakh rupees…. ” The woman explained.
"Girl will be big… it costs a hundred…." The man said.
"You will keep giving me six thousand rupees a month," the woman said.
"Yes, I will definitely."
"Don't give me four lakhs if you don't have them," the woman said.
There was a rage of old relations in his voice

The man kept looking at her face….
How heartbroken and beautiful she looked, the woman sitting in front who used to be his wife.
The woman was looking at the man and thought, "How simple is this man, who once used to be her husband." I loved him so much…

                  Once in Haridwar, while she was bathing in the Ganges, she was left with a chain. Then like crazy, he came to save her. I did not know how to swim by myself, had been trying to save me and I was so good… I kept finding fault… ”

                  The male stare was looking at the woman and thinking, "How much did she care, she would boil water for steam and put it in the jug." Always bought an inhaler for him, serratic inhaler was very expensive. Every month I would skimp, save money, and buy a boiler. Who cares about the illness of others? She used to care! Never even used to let it happen. There was so much compassion in it. I was drunk with my manhood. I wish I could understand its spirit. "

Both were silent, very silent.
Silent, free from the sounds of the world.
Both of them kept looking at each other with wet eyes….

"I have one thing to say," his voice hesitated.
"Say," the woman looked at him with delicate eyes.
"I'm afraid," said the man.
"do not fear. May be you are speaking my mind, ”the woman said.
"You have been missing a lot," the man said.
"You too," the woman said.
"I still love you."
"me too." The woman said.

The eyes of both of them became too much.
The voice of both was emotional and the face innocent.
"Can't we both give life a new twist?" The man asked.
"Which turn?"
"Let us live together again ... together ... as husband and wife ... as very good friends."

"This paper?" The woman asked.
"Tear off." The man said and tore the divorce papers out of his hand. Then the woman also did the same. Both stood up. Smiled putting each other hand in hand. Relatives of both sides were shocked. Both the husband and wife went hand in hand towards the house.



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शनिवार, फ़रवरी 15, 2020

ANANTA'S LOVE STORY [ TRUE BASED ]

                 My dear readers,  I would love to tell you all this because these are not just a story but a true event in my college classmate's life. She had waited for the girl till the age of 32, after which she got married due to responsibilities....

                Ananta had first love at the age of fourteen. Ananta was in the eighth grade at that time, he was young, but in modern times, people sit in love at this age.

                Ananta's first love was with her classmate Vandana. Vandana was a girl from a wealthy family, her age would be only 13 -14 years and she was beautiful in appearance. Vandana's father had property dealing, people with good money.

                Ananta had given his heart to Sapphire, but was always afraid to say. Ananta's father was a Farmer. His family was also normal, so Ananta never expressed love out of fear.

               Let's fix a dirty habit of Ananta under the pretext of this love. Ananta used to make new excuses not to go to school the next day, but nowadays he used to get ready from time to time and used to run silently. Parents think the child has improved but the son's heart was stuck somewhere else.

               Time passed like this… but Ananta never dared to express his love, he used to see Vandana  secretly. Yes, sometimes both of them used to talk but on the topic of studies ..Ananta  could not say anything about the heart.

               The time had passed, eighth pass, ninth pass… now had passed tenth but the wish was still buried in my heart.

                Today was the last day of school. Ananta was very sad that he would hardly see Vandana now because Ananta's father wanted to send his son to teach in the big city after tenth.

               On the last day of school, all friends were hugging each other lovingly, sharing their memories. Julia was also very happy with her friends. Today they were all enjoying the last day, but Ananta had tears.

                Ananta quietly went to class and took out her school identity card from Vandana's bag. Vandana had a cute photo on that card. Ananta thought that by seeing this photo, I will miss my love...

               After taking a loan from the bank, Dad sentAnanta to study outside. Vandana's father also built a big house in another city and shifted there. Ananta was now forever separated from Vandana.

               As time passed by, Ananta completed his studies and now started working in a big company, was well paid but always had a shortcoming in his life -Vandana. Ananta never met Vandana again after millions of attempts.

               The housemates married Ananta to a beautiful girl and incidentally the girl's name was also Vandana. Whenever Vandana called his wife by the name of Vandana, his heart beat was fast. Pictures of childhood used to emerge before the eyes. He never let the wife realize this, but even today, he truly loved Vandana.

              One day Ananta was looking for some files that suddenly he got that childhood identity card of Vandana. Seeing Vandana's lovely face printed on her, Ananta got emotional that when the wife came in and she also saw that photo.

Wife - Who is this? Just show me its photo

Ananta - ooh nothing, she was such a childhood friend

Wife - Oh, this is my photo, this is my childhood photo, look, it was written " Z.P.High school".

             Ananta was overjoyed to hear this - what is your photo? I love this girl very much since childhood

            Vandana now showed Ananta her personal diary which had many childhood photos of Vandana. Ananta's wife was actually the same Vandana whom he had loved since childhood.


            Vandana embraced Ananta's teardrop and lovingly, because he was a lover of her not from today but from childhood.

            Ananta was thanking God again and again !!

            Friends, they say that if love is true then it brings color. Same thing happened with Ananta  and Vandana too ...



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शुक्रवार, फ़रवरी 14, 2020

आझादी

आज़ादी ! आज़ादी !आज़ादी !,
बस दिन रात रट लगा रखी है ‘आज़ादी ‘।
इस लफ्ज की गहराई जानते हो ?
आखिर क्या है यह आज़ादी ?
ऊंची सोच और विशाल ह्रदय ,
संयमित जीवन है ‘आज़ादी ‘।
तुम्हारी सोच में स्वार्थ की बू है ,
एक घटिया ज़िद है आज़ादी ।
अपने फर्ज़ तुम जानते भी हो ?
वतन से मांगते हो आज़ादी ।
वतन के लिए फर्ज़ की अनदेखी ,
मगर  चाहिए तुम्हें हक़-ए -आजादी ।
राष्ट्रीय संपत्ति की तोड़ -फोड़ ,आगजनी ,
दहशतगर्दी ,गुंडागर्दी के लिए आजादी ।
सरकार के खिलाफ खुलेआम नारेबाज़ी ,
ज़ुबान से जहर उगलने के लिए आजादी ।
तुम दे सकते हो प्रधानमंत्री जी तक को गाली ,
उन्हें खंजर चुभोने को चाहिए तुम्हें आजादी ।
वतन के संविधान ,सभ्यता और संस्कृति को ,
अपमानित और मिटाने की चाहिए आजादी ।
हमारे देश के दुश्मनों से मिलकर गहरी साजिशें ,
साफ तौर पर गद्दारी करने की चाहिए तुम्हें आजादी ।
अरे एहसान फरामोशों! इतने गुनाहो के बावजूद भी ,
सर उठाकर बेशर्मी से जीने की तुम्हें चाहिए आजादी ।
अगर इतने ही हो परेशान तो चले जाओ यहाँ से दूर ,
अपनी ओकात समझ मे आ जाएगी और समझ मे ,
आ जाएगा हर्फ -ए- आजादी ।
फिर हम भी देखेंगे ,कैसे और कौन देता है तुम्हें ,
अपने बे लगाम ख्यालों  के साथ ,
बे लगाम जीवन जीने की आज़ादी !!
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कैसी है ये मुहब्बत


ये कैसी मुहब्बत है  ,
 कैसी ये जवानी है  ,
मन ही मन तुमको ये बात छुपानी है ,
हुस्न बना है भोला ,
 इश्क हुआ हैं तनहा ,
इश्क के उल्फतों की ,
सदियों से बस यही कहानी है ,
तुम तो हंस लेती हो ,
मैं रो भी नहीं पाता ,
अजीब से इश्क में , 
गजब सी जिंदगी लगने लगी हैं मुझे  ,
तुमसे मिलने की हरवक्त कोशिस मैं करता हूँ ,
फिर भी तुम फूलों की तरह चुप ही रहती हो 

चाहत के नाटक बहुत है दुनिया में मगर , 
पर आज " किसी " के प्यार में ,
"मोहन " दीवाना हुआ है !!!


गुरुवार, फ़रवरी 13, 2020

HOME

Sad and lonely in a new unknown place,
Struggling to adjust and survive the phase.
Longing to go back to their loved ones,
And to get that love from their daughter and sons.

In past, nurtured their dear infants,
When in trouble, help They always lent,
Rectified each and Every mistake
For children's sucess and love never fake.

Love their children till their death
'Cause love is unchanged till the last breath.
And Expect the same love from them
To look after them when old and organs numb.

Some heartless children drive parents to old age home
'Cause They prefer living in America or Rome,
Or because their wives don't want them at home
Even after death, never bother to visit the parent's tomb.

Old parents waiting and hope they never lack
Tat 'one day my child will take me back'
But children never do 'cause they are busy with their own children and wife.
Waiting for their children till the end of their life

                                                             
                                                               

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बुधवार, फ़रवरी 12, 2020

गुजरती हैं जो दिल पर



गुजरती हैं जो दिल पर वह कहानी याद रखता हूँ ,
मैं हर गुल रंग चेहरे को जुबानी याद रखता हूँ ,

मैं अक्सर खो सा जाता हूँ , गली-कुचों के जंगल मैं ,
मगर फिर भी तेरे घर की निशानी याद रखता हूँ ,

मुझे अछे बुरे से कोई निस्बत है तोह बस इतनी  हैं ,
की हर ना मेहरबां की मेहरबानी याद रखता हूँ ,

कभी जो जिंदगी की बे-सबाती याद आती हैं ,
तो सब कुछ भूल जाता हूँ , जवानी याद रखता हूँ ,

मुझे मालूम हैं कैसे बदल जाती हैं तारीखे ,
इसी खातिर तो मैं बाते पुराणी याद रखता हूँ ,


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तेरे इंतजार से मुहब्बत करता हूँ




तेरे हर बात से मुहब्बत की हैं ,
तेरे एहसास से मुहब्बत की हैं ,

तू मेरे पास नहीं हैं फिर भी ,
तेरी यादों से मुहब्बत की हैं ,

मैं तुमको किस तरह से भूल सकता हूँ ,
मैंने तेरे हर अदा से मुहब्बत की हैं ,

कभी तो तुमने भी मुझे याद किया होगा ,
मैंने उन लम्हों से मुहब्बत की हैं ,

जिनमे हो सिर्फ तेरी और मेरी बातें ,
मैंने उन बातों से मुहब्बत की हैं ,

तेरा मिलना तो अब एक ख्वाब सा लगता हैं ,
मैंने तेरे इंतजार से मुहब्बत की हैं ,



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में आज " में " होना चाहता हूँ

बिन सफ़र , बिन मंजिलों का 
एक रास्ता होना चाहता हूँ ,

कहीं दूर किसी जंगल में ,
ठहरा दरिया होना चाहता हूँ ,

एक जिंदगी होना चाहता हूँ ,
बिना रिश्तों और रिवाजों की ,

दूर आसमान से गिरते ,
झरने में कहीं खोना चाहता हूँ में ,

में आज " मैं " होना चाहता हूँ |


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मंगलवार, फ़रवरी 11, 2020

वो सुबह कभी तोह आएगी



वो  सुबह  कभी  तोह  आएगी ,
इन  काली  सदियों  के  सर  से ,
 जब  रात  का  आँचल  ढकलेगा ,
जब  दुःख  के  बादल  पिघलेंगे ,  
जब  सुख  का  सागर  छलकेगा ,
जब  अम्बर  झूम  के  नाचेगा , 
 जब  धरती  नगमे  गायेगी ,
वो  सुबह  कभी  तोह  आएगी ,

जिस  सुबह  के  खातिर  युग  युग  से ,
 हम  सब  मर  मर  के  जीते  हैं ,
जिस  सुबह  के  अनृत  धुन  में ,
  हम  जहर  के  प्याले  पीते  है ,
इन  भूकी  प्यासी  रूहों  पर ,
  इक  दिन  तो  करम  फर्मायेगी ,
वो  सुबह  कभी  तो  आएगी ,

माना  की  तेरे  मेरी  आरामानों  की  कीमत  कुछ  भी  नहीं ,
मिट्टी  का  भी  है  कुछ  मोल  मगर ,  
इंसानों  की  कीमत  कुछ  भी  नहीं ,
इंसानों  की  इज्जत  जब  झूठे  सिक्कों  में  न  तोली  जाएगी ,
वो  सुबह  कभी  तोह  आएगी ,


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सोमवार, फ़रवरी 10, 2020

लो सुनलो ज़िन्दगी की दास्ताँन मेरी

लो सुनलो जिंदगी की दास्ताँन मेरी ...


मेरी आँख में झलक तेरी , 
मेरी साँस में मेहक तेरी ,

मेरे घुमान में वेहेम तेरा ,
मेरी नींद में ख्वाब तेरा , 

मेरे दिल में धड़कन तेरी , 
मेरे जिस्म में रूह तेरी ,

मेरे सोग में रोग तेरा ,
मेरे डर में खौफ तेरा ,

मेरी तन्हाई में बातें तेरी , 
मेरे हाथों में हाथ तेरा ,

मेरे ख्याल में जित तेरी , 
मेरे इश्क में बाजी तेरी ,


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बेईमान

प्यार था हो गया , 
ख्वाब था हो गया ,
हाल बेहाल था , 
वो वक्त था ,
जो गुजर गया ,

यार था रूठ गया ,
मौन था टूट गया ,
साथ था छुट गया ,
वादा था वो टूट गया ,

कुछ था जो हाथ से फिसल गया ,
वेहम था जो सपनों में से निकल गया ,
मै समझदार था जो संभल गया ,
दिल था की वो पिघल गया ,

ख्वाब थे मर गए ,
घांव थे भर गए ,
प्यार था निकल गया ,
वो इंसान था ,
जो बदल गया ,

वक्त था गुजर गया ,
वादा था जो टूट गया ...!


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तेरे दास्ताँन की जख्म

अभी जमीर में थोडी सी जान बाकि हैं ,
अभी हमारा कोई इम्तेहान बाकि है ..!

हमारे घर को तो उजड़े हुए जमाना हुआ ,
मगर सुना है अभी वो मकान बाकि हैं ..!

हमारी उनसे जो थी बात वो खत्म हुई ,
मगर खामोश सी कुछ दरमियाँ बाकि हैं ..!

हमारे जहाँ की बस्तीं में आग ऐसी लगी ,
के जो था खाक हुआ , एक दुकान बाकि हैं ,

वो जख्म भर गया अर्सा हुआ मगर अब तक ,
ज़रा सा दर्द , जरा सा निशान बाकि हैं ..!

ज़रा सी बात की पहेली तो दास्ताँन बन गई ,
वो बात खत्म हुई मगर दास्ताँन बाकि है ..!




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शनिवार, फ़रवरी 01, 2020

सुनहरा सा पल ....

हर रोज हमें मिलना , 
हर रोज बिछडना हैं ,
मैं रात की परछाई , 
तू सुबह का चेहरा है ,

आलम का यह सब नक्शा , 
बच्चों का घरोंदा हैं 
एक जर्र्रे के कब्जे में ,
 सहमी हुई हमारी  दुनिया हैं ,

तुम हमराह बनकर .
चलो मेरे साथ चलना  ,
 मेरे ये राह में तेरा साथ ,
दीवार के रोके से , 
दरिया कहीं रुकता हैं ?
तेरे ही इशारों पर यह रात मिली हमको ,
जिस चाँद के चेहरे का साया भी सुनहरा हैं ,



तेरे नाम की  एक गूंज भटकती हैं,
आज भी सुनसान पहाड़ों में ,
जब रात के सीने में,
 दिल मेरा धडकता हैं ,
कब जाने हवा उसको बिखरा दे फिजाओं में ,
खामोश दरखतों पर सहमा हुआ,
एक नगमा हो तुम ,

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