Monday, March 26, 2012

तुम..





                                        रातें कुछ ऐसी हों कि
                                        नींदें मेरी और
                                        ख़्वाब तुम्हारे हों,

                                       दिन कुछ ऐसे हों कि
                                       हर तरफ बस तेरे ही नज़ारें हों,

                                       हर एक पल तेरी सूरत हो
                                      आँखों में चाँद के मानिंद
                                      और आँचल में बिखरे हज़ारों सितारे हों,

                                      तेरे लफ़्ज़ों में हो तरन्नुम का सा एहसास
                                     जो तू हँस दे तो बिन बादल ही बरसी फुहारें हों |






Thursday, February 23, 2012

ये मेरी धूमिल होती रेखाएँ..




                                                  ये मेरी धूमिल होती रेखाएँ
                                                  ये टूटती और जुड़ती आशाएँ
                                                  अब दम तोड़ रही हैं
                                                  शायद इस घुटन का अंत अब सन्निकट है,
                                                  शायद,
                                                  प्राणवायु इससे छिन सी गयी है,
                                                  अब तो कुछ शब्द भी विकृत हो चले हैं
                                                  अब बदल रही हैं कुछ परिभाषाएँ
                                                  ये मेरी धूमिल होती रेखाएँ..

                                                   सुदूर किसी बंजर के जर्जर होते
                                                   घरौदों में
                                                   कुछ किरणों की आस संजोया था कभी
                                                   सूरज की आभा भी रुष्ट है अब इनसे,
                                                   थके-हारे क़दमों से
                                                   ये असीमित दूरियां नापता  मैं
                                                   और,
                                                   ह्रदय के किन्हीं कोनों से उठती ये
                                                   आत्मीय संवेदनाएँ,
                                                   अतीत का अधिकार मेरे वर्तमान पर
                                                   इस विमूढ़ मन की
                                                   मृतप्राय सी होती आकांक्षाएँ,
                                                   ये मेरी धूमिल होती रेखाएँ..

                                                   उन दो टूक शब्दों की विचित्र सी
                                                   वो लालसा,
                                                   दो घड़ी में पूरा जीवन जी लेने का 
                                                   वो अभीष्ट,
                                                   वो पत्तों के सरसराने मात्र से
                                                   चक्रवातों का सा संशय, 
                                                   अश्रुधाराओं में डूबता-उतराता मैं
                                                   बस तुमको ही सुनता फिर,
                                                   मूक बन जाता,
                                                   किसी छद्म  आश्रय पर फलती-फूलती
                                                   कुछ  चंचल अमर-लताएं,
                                                   ये मेरी धूमिल होती रेखाएँ..

                                                   अब ये राहें दौड़ती हैं
                                                   मैं एकटक इन्हें निहारता रह जाता हूँ,
                                                   सब मेरे होने का आभाष कराते हैं
                                                   पर मैं स्वयं को ढूंढता रह जाता हूँ,
                                                   स्वविचारों से ही विद्रोह करती ये मेरी
                                                   नीरस होती कविताएँ,
                                                   ये मेरी और पूर्णतया मेरी अपनी
                                                   धूमिल होती रेखाएँ..

  


                                                   




Saturday, February 18, 2012

a BRIDGELESS chasm..



                                      I still relive that moment
                                      You stepped in,
                                      We laughed
                                      We cried
                                      but together,
                                      We dreamed
                                      We realized
                                      but together,
                                      This proximity became farther
                                      for it was
                                      a bridgeless chasm..
                                      Those joined hands
                                      and nomad hearts
                                      Those oblivious steps
                                      and bubbling hopes
                                      just craved for eternity
                                      but they stumbled        
                                      and distances widened
                                      all the efforts for the oneness
                                      turned futile
                                      for it was
                                      a bridgeless chasm..
                                      I didn't know
                                      whys and hows
                                      I just went on and on
                                      but you left me
                                      unanswered
                                      with a twitching 'WHY'
                                      I embraced that behest too,
                                      doors were deadlocked
                                      and my knocks
                                      trailed off
                                      for it was
                                      a bridgeless chasm..
                                      Now I am blessed with
                                      pangs and pleasures both
                                      so what, if
                                      I chased a shadow
                                      this hide and seek
                                      infused a zeal into me
                                      to walk alone
                                      at times,
                                      Perhaps someone may
                                      bridge the gap
                                      but profoundly
                                      No one can,
                                      for it is
                                      a bridgeless chasm..



























Monday, February 13, 2012

एक पत्ता..



                             आज राह चलते 
                             यूँ ही एक पत्ते को 
                             निरुद्देश्य सा तिरता पाया,
                             सुना है कि,
                             पिछले दिनों के 
                             थपेड़ों को वो 
                             अब तक भुला नहीं सका है,
                             कहते हैं
                             उन दिनों इसकी रंगत में
                             एक विचित्र सी चमक थी 
                             जब सूरज कि रोशनी
                             इसे छूकर 
                             फिर धरती पर पड़ती थी ,
                             अचानक
                             वो चमक धूमिल होने लगी
                             पत्ता अब मलिन हो चला है
                             सुना है 
                             कि रोशनी ने अब
                             अपना रास्ता बदल लिया है,
                             तब से हर एक झोंके से आसरा
                             मांगता है ये पत्ता,
                             पर अब तो हवा भी
                             बँट गयी सी लगती है,
                             कहीं सुकून तो कहीं त्राहि
                             देकर जाती है,
                             प्रकृति भी मौन है
                             सब देखती रह जाती है,
                             तभी बर्बस ही
                             पत्ते कि तन्द्रा टूटी
                             आशा की एक लौ की गरमाहट से
                             किसी ने अँधेरे
                             इन रास्तों पर 
                             एक दिया जो जला दिया था,
                             वो भी उठ खड़ा हुआ
                             किसी ने उसके सर पर
                             हाथ फेरा, पुचकारा
                             सारे गर्द-ग़ुबार पोंछकर
                             डायरी के पृष्ठों में
                             कहीं दबा दिया
                             बड़े प्यार से,
                             पत्ते की आँख भर आई
                             सोचा,
                             वो टहनी तो अब बहुत दूर है 
                             जहां प्यार लेने-देने के
                             सपने बुने थे,
                             पर प्यार का ये आसरा
                             इन पृष्ठों में
                             बड़ा सुकून देता है ।



Friday, February 10, 2012

सृजन...



विचारों की उद्विग्नता
 अंत:करण का भावावेश 
                                                          प्रेरित करता
                                                          एक सृजन को; 
                                                          नव-निर्माण एक नवजीवन का,
                                                          यथार्थता से दूर कदाचित
                                                          सपनों  से आलिंगन का,
                                                          कोलाहल को पीछे छोड़
                                                          उस नीरव एकाकीपन का,
                                                          विलासिता के मद को छोड़
                                                          सात्विकता के कुसुमित उपवन का,
                                                          निष्ठुरता का दामन त्याग
                                                          भावुकता के पवन दर्पण का,
                                                          सृजन..
                                                          एक अप्रतिम सृजन...

Thursday, January 19, 2012

तसव्वुर...

                                             
                                                                                     

                                            तसव्वुर ही सही, तुम आये तो सही
                                            हमने भी अर्ज़ी शब् से
                                            यूँ ही ठहरने की डाल दी |


ख़लिश...



                                                    हमको मक़बूल है ये बेनियाज़ी
                                                    पर कब तलक,
                                                    अब तो ये ख़लिश भी एक अंजाम चाहता है |

शिक़वा...




                                      शिक़वा  हवा से भी है औ उस बेमेहर रवैये से भी हमें
                                      कि माहताब में भी वो रुख पर नक़ाब रखते हैं |

                                     

Saturday, January 14, 2012

LoVe : an ANSWER with no question



                                     Something prods somewhere
                                     suddenly
                                     everything  starts rattling
                                     on the dreamy track
                                     but sounds like
                                     a percussionist's passion
                                     turning into a soulful melody
                                     We start getting captivated
                                     and steadily plunge into
                                     the enticing spell,
                                     we crave for it
                                      to last forever
                                      The mist blocks
                                       the ways
                                       and the nature
                                       starts chilling out all
                                       but it muffles all the way
                                       to make us feel
                                       that everlasting warmth
                                       The wind gets blowing on
                                        relentlessly
                                        and leaves every single leaf
                                        in a gruelling pain
                                        and they end up with
                                        nibbling to death
                                        for the reincarnation
                                        and it is like salvation
                                        The sun sets everything on fire
                                        we are left thirsty
                                        despite being amidst
                                        all the worldly possessions
                                        but it appeases all the desires
                                        It rains and
                                        wipes all dreams out
                                        thunders weaken all the hopes
                                        every drop jabs into the soul
                                        but it appears like
                                        a rainbow
                                        that makes us forget all
                                        and invites to embrace
                                        this divine happening
                                        When a nomad heart
                                        finds a place to live on
                                        when the moments deny
                                        to move on
                                        then we realize that
                                        this is how a soul completes
                                        another one
                                        and we are least bothered
                                        about all  known unknown
                                        All I can say
                                        this must be love
                                        because we still are not so sure
                                        about the question
                                        but what we own,
                                        is our answer
                                        So its LoVe
                                        an ANSWER with no question..
                                                           
                                    

Thursday, December 29, 2011

On the NIGHT of full MOON..






                                                On the night of full moon
                                                It's worth reminiscing something
                                                and reliving that moment
                                                when
                                                We were strolling together
                                                just for no reason
                                                You did have that gait and charm
                                                and I didn't have any choice but
                                                going on and on
                                                On the night of full moon
                                                all I had, was
                                                a crooning heart and a grooving soul
                                                at the very same time
                                                The feeling was sinking in
                                                was like almost divine
                                                So I named this journey
                                                truly solemn and sublime
                                                On the night of full moon
                                                I learned how to let your eyes talk
                                                how did even moon wade into
                                                that walk
                                                how an ocean absorbs a shock
                                                and how you said it all
                                                merely in mock
                                                On the night of full moon
                                                 this journey got fizzled out
                                                 the moon also started getting dim out
                                                 I am the one who is still so devout
                                                 in the end
                                                 this illusory night of full moon
                                                 was all about..