तुम दूर चले..

तुम दूर चले, अति-दूर चले,
फिर तुम पर, स्वार्थ तुम्हारा हावी था|

सुध रही नही तुम्हे, तुम्हारे प्रियतम की,
बालों की, घरवालों की|
तुम छोड चले, आँखों मे आँसू छोड़ चले,
फिर तुम पर, क्रोध तुम्हारा हावी था|
तुम दूर चले..

सहारे थे तुम, प्राणों से प्यारे थे तुम,
नूर भारी आँखों के तारे थे तुम|
पर ममता का दिल तोड़ चले, बूढ़े की लाठी तोड़ चले,
फिर तुम पर, जुनून तुम्हारा हावी था|
तुम दूर चले..

ना तुम जीते, ना वो कारण हारा,
हारा महज़ तुम्हारा धीरज था|
तुम हार चले, सब हार चले,
फिर तुम पर प्रतिशोध तुम्हारा हावी था|
तुम दूर चले..

उस दर्द से थोड़ा लड़ लेते,
सही ग़लत की दुविधा थी तो, राह ग़लत ही चुन लेते|
किसी ग़लत कर्म की ग्लानि थी तो, पश्चाताप की अग्नि जल लेते|
किसी के प्रेम मे दिल जो टूटा था, तो प्रेम बिना ही जी लेते|
पर तुम घुटने टेक चले, परिस्थितियों के आगे घुटने टेक चले..

ज़िंदगी तुझे समझना इतना मुश्किल क्यूँ है....

जीते भी तुझे हैं, जीते भी तेरे लिए हैं, फिर भी
ज़िंदगी तुझे समझना इतना मुश्किल क्यूँ है..
समझने की कोशिश ना करूँ, मन नहीं मानता
और तुझे समझ पाऊँ, ये तू होने नहीं देती..
दिल के दरवाज़े खोलूं अगर, तो पलट कर कोई देखता तक नही,
जो बंद कर लूँ, तो दस्तकें जीने नही देती..
ज़िंदगी तुझे समझना इतना मुश्किल क्यूँ है....

RED..YELLOW..GREEN!!

Traffic light has gone RED
vehicles line up.
119, 118, 117, 116..
Oh! 120 seconds of wait.
my eyes start to jog around.
children, women, handicapped men,
utilizing the red signal n begging;
few young couples on byk;
pedestrians in rush.
110, 109, 108..
more vehicle line up
my cab driver is busy changing FM channels..
he stops on one, playing 'Chikni Chameli'
he increases the volume.
91, 90, 89..
Is someone staring at me too??
A 28+ someone,
sitting at the back of a mini truck,
with about 15 others like him.
They seem lobourers,
from nearby unpriviledged areas.
They seem too tiered, clumsy, helpless.
80, 79, 78..
He is still looking at me.
I dont like the way
he is looking at me.
I find it hard to
look into his eyes.
For his eyes aren't just seeing,
they are saying something,
or they asking something.
May be they are admiring something,
or complaining about something.
May be they hate something about me,
or it's just a simple plain look.
I don't know.
I don't want know.
61, 60, 59..
still 1 more minute to go.
His staring is making me anaxious.
Amount of oxygen is reducing around me.
I'm trying to take my eyes off him.
I'm pretending to look somewhere else.
His eyes still playing with my mind.
40, 39, 38..
"OK!! ok! I seem relatively priviledged,
but what can I do?
I've my own priorities.
I'm no politician, I've no powers.
I don't have a lot of money for social welfare.
I have to work for my career, 
I've to settle in my life.
I've to fulfill my dreams.
I'm so engaged, so busy. 
I dont have time to do something 
for the unpriviledged like you.
I'm sorry I can't help you."
20, 19, 18,..
"why life's not fair with them,
why every one is not equal.
Wish I could have done something,
to impove their conditions
to reduce the difference between the two worlds"
Damn philosophy!!!!!!!
7,6,5...
Traffic light goes YELLOW,
Cab drives is changing gears,
every nearby vehicle starts,
horns..
more horns..
2,1,0..
traffic light goes GREEN,
My cab moves slowly. so does every other vehicle.
Even more horns.
My cab is still behind that mini truck,
He's still looking at me, 
with eyes full of 'wish I could too' feel this time..
slowly, my cab overtakes the mini truck.
No more stares now.
Feeling a bit relieved..
Oh!! I just forgot,
FM is still on.
'note hazaa..aron ke.. khali chhutta karaane aa..ii..
aayi chikni chameli...chhat pe akeli....."

क्या करूँ?

परिंदों सा उड़ना नहीं आता, क्या करूँ?
खुली हवा सा बहना भी नहीं आता, क्या करूँ?
क्या करूँ जो मेरे हौंसलों मे दम नहीं,
कलाकारों की तरह, बनावटी मुस्कान लाना भी नही आता, क्या करूँ?


समाज के तौर तरीकों की समझ तो है,
पर उनमें खुद को ढालना नहीं आता, क्या करूँ?
जीवन क रास्ते टेढ़े हैं, पता है,
सीधे रास्तों पे भी चलने का सहूर नहीं, क्या करूँ?


दुनिया गर दीवानों की है, तो दीवाना मैं भी हूँ|
दीवानगी जतानी नहीं आती, क्या करूँ?
दोस्त भी हैं, उनका साथ भी है,
मुझे ही दोस्ती निभानी नही आती,क्या करूँ?


दुनिया छोटी है, पढ़ा था कहीं,
मुझे मेरे मन ही का छोर नहीं मिलता, क्या करूँ?
ईश्वर यहीं है, सारे सुख भी यहीं,
मुझे मैं ही नहीं मिलता, क्या करूँ?


खैर, ये मेरे सवाल, मुझसे ही हैं,
जिनके जवाब ढूढ़ना, काम फ़िज़ूल का है|
गरमा-गरम चाय और पकोड़ो के साथ बारिश का मज़ा लो,
मेरा तो ये रोज़ का है!! 



हा हा..

महज़ चंद पंक्तियाँ !!

No poem this time. Just a few lines...


ये भीड़, ये चका-चौंध, ये गाड़ियों का शोर,
अब अजनबी नही लगते.
गर इनमे इंसान और उसके सपनो की अहमियत ना खोई होती,
तो बात और होती..




शुक्रिया कहूँ, या इल्ज़ाम दूँ तुम्हे,
की तुम हर दम साथ थी मेरे,
और मैं तुम्हारे साथ को हर पल तरसता रहा.




जश्न मे लोगों को झूमते हुए देखा,
अपनी नही, दूसरो की कामयाबी पे,
खुद को भूलते हुए देखा...
जो खुद की जीत भी मीठी नही लगती,
तो इसमे कसूर तो मेरा ही है..


कभी शौक था मोटे उपन्यास पढ़ने का,
जो सिमट गया कहानियों तक.
शौक और सिमटा तो कहानियाँ भी सताने लगी,
और दायरा सिमटा कविताओं तक.
दोष दुनिया का मानूं, शौक का,
या अपने नाकारेपन को इल्ज़ाम दूँ,
जो अब मुझे सिर्फ़ पंक्तियाँ सुहाती हैं.

I'LL MISS U, SATNA....!!

The day was first october. From the morning only, i was feeling something different, as if somehing new or different was going to happen today. Happenings in life went almost constant after the college was over and I returned home in June. One of the reasons for he feeling might be he fact that finally the month of october had arrived. The month in which my joining at wipro was scheduled. I was just praying it not to get postponed,as for ma seniors it got postponed number of times and finally they were called in he month of may this year, almost eleven months after their college.

At noon, while I was going to have my lunch, Vimlesh called me. As I came to know about the reason for he call, suddenly my heart beats went high. At he same time I was happy, I was excited and I was worried. Vimesh told me that the joining a Wipro which was scheduled on 25th of he month, got preponed and now its on 11th and we are supposed to report on 7th. His joining location was Chennai, where he never wished to go. I quickly ended the call and checked my gmail. The mail had everything same as Vimlsh told except one thing, the location. I was supposed to join at Hyderabad. Again I was happy and at the same time a bit of dissapointed. I was dissapointed coz I and Vimlesh were hoping to get joining at the same place. We both wanted so coz there were not more people expected frm the JEC, my college, to join. A friend's company anyways a pleasant thing. However I was happy coz Hyderabad was was relatively nearer to Satna and already I had been there once some 4 years back. But the best part of this was that two of my best friends were already at Hyderabad. Vaibhav and Aditya were already there for their respective coaching classes. So now Hyderabad didn't seemed a new city at all. But I was really feeling a bit bad for Vimlesh as now he was almost alone from our college at a location , in which he wasn't much intrested. I was worried too a bit, coz neither some joining formalities of mine were completed, nor did I do any shopping. I was leaving to Hyderabad with Avinash.

Thank God, and thanks to my father, that all the joining formalities got completed on the first office working day itself. And I was off to Hyderabad, early morning on 5th. SATNA, though will remain my hometown, till me or ma name exist, but I guess I won't be able to be back to my city as its resident. I'm just going to be another non resident. SATNA, whether you realize it or not, but I'LL MISS YOU for sure..!!

Time repeats itself, but this isn't any way!!

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It was raining this afternoon and I was sitting with my Dadaji in the veranda of my home. Sharing some time with him gives me two things. One, a privilege to learn something from his life, his struggles; and the other, a satisfaction and happiness that I am relieving him of his boredom which is a common thing in this age and absence of Dadi, has increased his loneliness. While our talks, I came to know that one of Dadaji’s old clients, Labdhamal passed away few months back. I knew him since my childhood. I still remember the days when his elder brother Mohandas used to gift breads and toasts at home, selling which was his only livelihood. After he passed away, Labdhamal took over the case. Mohandas’s breads were replaced by just a paan for Dadaji. This paan was the the only thing he used to pay as a lawyer’s fee, but Dadaji never demanded anything more from him. Still everyone from my family has sympathy for him. All I knew about him that he was a poor guy with a family to look after. As I was free and so was Dadaji, I asked him to tell more about the case which is still hanging even after about 40 odd years. Here is a kind of summary of what he told me about the case and hence life of Labdhamal’s family.

After India’s independence, Labdhamal’s relative RamLaal came to India and settled there business in Satna. After few years Labdhamal’s father Sundarlaal, too came India with his family and began to work under Ramlaal. Ramlaal gave them a small house to reside, which was usually a servant’s room behind his big home. After Sundarlaal passed away, his wife urged Ramlaal for registery of that small house on their name. (With registry on your name, you become the owner of that particular land). Though Ramlaal agreed on this, but his son Suraj played a trick and got his name on the registry of that home. No one came to know this until Ramlaal passed away and Suraj send notice to Sundarlal’s family to leave the house. Though legally Suraj was true, but Sundarlal’s family refused to do so. By the time, the elder brother of Sudarlal’s family Shyamdas who was 14 that time took the responsibility on him, and started selling chocolates. Suraj filed a case against Shyamdas and won it comfortably even from high-court. Still Shyamdas refused to evacuate the house, as they were not in the condition to adjust anywhere else. Dadaji took over the case in 1969, and since then he succeeded to hang the case somewhere for some or the other reasons and the family is still living in the same home. However, as the time passed, their condition just went worse, to say the least. Shyamdas passed away in 1980’s. Few years later Mohandas (second of the three brother’s) passed and now Labdhamal, the youngest brother. And now the eldest son, Ramesh, who took the family responsibility, is Mohandas’s son who is jst 14!! There are still one brother, three widows and 3-4 elder sisters above 18 to marry. Girls in the family work as lady tailor, and Ramesh has recently started selling chocolates, at the age of 14. Time , perhaps has repeated itself again. LIFE AT TIMES, GET IRONICAL!!!!!!

There are circumstances, there are lives, about whom its better to comment nothing, neither good, nor bad. Such lives won’t end, for nothing can purify all the hearts of the world. Bad hearts will continue to exist in the same way as the good ones exist.

IT’S HUMAN….BEST OF ALL & WORST OF ALL!!

Ashiqon ki Duniya...!!

A sincere salute to Ashiques, for they kept alive the flame of innocent love through ages,,,!!

Haqiqat se alag bhi ek sapno ki duniya hai,
Is chahal pahal se pare bhi ek sukun ki duniya hai.
Shaam si sheetal, nadiya si chanchal,
Khud me samayi hui si duniya hai.
Ye ashiqon ki duniya bhi,
Ek alag hi duniya hai.

Kabhi sawalo si uljhi, kabhi jawabon si suljhi,
Ek aboojh paheli si duniya hai.
Bachchhon si unmukt, vriddhon si bebas,
Meera ki si deewani ye duniya hai.
Ye ashiqon ki duniya bhi...

Milne ko tarasti, bichhadne se darti,
Shama sang jalte hue parwane si duniya hai.
Pal-pal jeeti, pal-pal marti,
Bistar pe karwatein badalti hui si duniya hai.
Ye ashiqon ki duniya bhi...
Pyar mila to basant me khilte hue phoolon si duniya hai,
Gar na mile, to patjhad me jharte hue patton si duniya hai.
Kabhi jashn ke izhar me hoti aatishbazi si duniya hai,
To kabhi doojon ki khushiyo ki khatir,

patakhon si khud ko jalati hui si duniya hai.
Ye ashiqon ki duniya bhi,
ek alag hi duniya hai...!!

Apni Ye Duniya...!!

A poem dedicated 2 friendz.
CHEERS!!

Ye sapno ki duniya,
Ye apno ki duniya,
Ye yaaro ki mehfil,
Hai apni ye duniya.

Yaaron sang masti,
Wo ghoomna, wo phirna,
Naadaniyon se bhari,
Hai apni ye duniya.

Kuchh sambhle, kuchh bigade,
Kuchh khoya, kuchh paya,
Yaaron bin adhoori,
Hai apni ye duniya.

Family se door,
Ek family hai humari.
Sabse alag,
Hai apni ye duniya.
Thandi hawayien,
Humse ye poonchhein,
Yaron ke bin,
Hogi kaisi ye duniya!!

Tanha Sa Main...!!

Main anayas hi,
Fizool samjhe jaane wale vicharo me doob jaata hun.
Sukh se utsahit, aur dukh se nirash logo ke beech,
Aksar khud ko tanha sa pata hun.

Kisi ki khushiyon me shamil hone se katrata hun,
Unki khushiyo se khush main bhi hun,
Ye jatane se ghabrata hun.
Khushiyon ki dambh-agni me mera atm-samman na jhulas jaye,
Isliye sirf muskurate hue, tanhai ke raste guzar jata hun.
Main anayas hi..

Kisi ke aasuon ko pochhne jaate hue,
Thithak jata hun.
Unke ghavon ko kahin fir hara na kar jaoon,
Is vichar se saham jata hun.
Fizool se vicharo ke dvandva ke beech,
Main khud ki nazaron me gunahgar sa ban jaata hun.
Main anayas hi..

Ek or main,
Ek or mere apne hain.
Ek or mere farz,
Ek or mere sapne hain.
Is char-diwari me jeewan ki rah talashte hue,
Main aksar antah-dvandva me doob jaata hun.
Main anayas hi,
Fizool samjhe jaane wale vichaon me doob jaata hun.
Sukh se utsahit, aur dukh se nirash logo ke beech,
Aksar khud ko tanha sa pata hun!!

For What...??

Nothing, but just few unanswered questions continuosly revolving in mind, have been put here.

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.

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If everything is predefined,

If everything is pre-written.

Then for what,

HE gifted us with a brain, out here?

If we can't change,

The way others behave.

Or can' change the situations,

We wish, they should have.

Then for what,

HE gifted us with a brain, out here?

Even after willing,

If we can't be loyal to all.

Or can,t even hurt,

Our enemies in all.

Then for what,

HE gifted us with a brain, out here?

If we can't become,

What we wish to be.

Or can't even become,

What others wished for us to be.

Then for what,

HE gifted us with a brain, out here?

If we can't serve the mankind,

To the amount we wish to.

Or can't even live,

For the duration we wish to.

Then for what,

HE gifted us with a brain, out here?

If HE is the everytthing,

And we are mere puppets.

If everything that happens,

Is solely the desire of his.

Then for what the hell,

HE gifted us with a brain, out here?

I Wanna Fall Deep In Love...!!

As per a poet "Love is the only subject having theory classes but no practicals". The comment was in a comic mood, but in actual sense Love can be known or understood only through practicals(i.e. by falling in love), there is no theory about it! Being one of the most discussed topics, I just preferrd it to start my blogging...!!

I 've heard a lot about Love,
Seen people getting mad in Love.
So, just to see what it actually is,
I wanna fall deep in Love.

People say, Love is a miracle,
It makes an unable, able.
So, to experience its miracle,
I wanna fall deep in Love.

Some say Love is blind,
Others say it makes a cruel, kind.
So, to forget my rudeness,
I wanna fall deep in Love.

Love is meant to live for other,
Forget the world and just don't bother.
So, to forget myself atleast once,
I wanna fall deep in Love.

Love makes see you Heaven,
Everything good, just begins to happen.
So, just to see, the best part of my Life,
I wanna fall deep in Love.

Love provides your Life an essence,
Make you feel your presence.
So, just to understand myself,
I wanna fall deep in Love.