Tuesday, 20 November 2012

I will survive....






Some days are bright and shiny and some are dull and dark. Time flies away. But when you are feeling low, it seems to halt. When things go wrong we try to make them right. They may go according to you, if they meant to be. But if they meant to be a big hurdle, they got worsen.
And that period of your life is your examination. At that point whether you deal with it or you just ran off. That time is too hard to spend. All your mistakes, all your faults, all your decisions stood in front of you like a big question mark. Sometimes it feels like they are laughing at you.
You want to run away, far, too far, unreached, forgotten and alone. A place where no one disturbs you, no one tries to understand unsuccessfully, no one suggest you things you already know, no one gives you free advice and philosophy on life. Just you and your thoughts. You talk to yourself and answer yourself. You want a fresh start after a calm break.
But does it really happen? I don’t think so. There is never a fresh start, you can’t just beat your past behind. And off course there is no such place to run away. Every day I wake up with thought to run away. And start convincing myself to fight, to stay strong, and to bear idiots. And I was really got convinced till noon. And the inevitable evening again gives me reason to run away. And in night lying alone in bed with a roll of tear I say, “This will be over. It’s just to deviate me on right path. ALLAh is showing me my way to success.”
I will survive this, I believe whether you listen or not. Whether you understand or not. Whether you see or not. I believe in me, I will survive, may be scratched, wounded, and scarred. I will cry secretly, I will retort in mind. I will fall and stand again. I will fight. I will bury my dreams deep and put a rose on it. And when that rose get dry, I will dig my dreams out and live them.
Because after all pain and scars may be I deserve what I want. I believe that there will be a day when I live my dreams. Till then I will survive.
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Tuesday, 9 October 2012

TUM....

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Aaj tumhe dekha kain arse baad, mann hua tumhe rok lu...
Kashmakash me ghiri hui thi... tabhi dekha tumhe laute hue...
Anjane hi me bhag kar sadak par karke tumhare samne aa kar khadi ho gayi...
Badal gaye the tum kuch itne saalo me... tumhara pehnawa... tumhari chaal-dhaal..

"kese ho?" mene haule si awaaz me shuruat ki.
"tum...?"  chaunk gaye the na.
me muskurai... tum bhi muskuraye.... "tum kesi ho?"

Or baato ka silsila chal padha... kitni, saalo se dhool chhayi baate thi... unki dhool ab hatne lagi thi...
Thoda kareeb se dekha to jaan padha... kuch nahi badla tha tum me... wahi baate.. wahi muskurahat.. wahi nazre..
Bas thodi paripakvta aagyi thi.. par wo bhi tumpe khoob janch rhi thi..
Me alag hi duniya me kho gayi thi.. tumhari baato me.. tumhari hansi me.. tumhari...... kho gayi thi tum me...
Kuch piche chhut gaya tha, samne aane laga tha.. ajeeb sa, daba sa, khoya sa.... sehma sa...
Wahi jo kabhi mujhe or tumhe baandhe hua tha... fir na jane kese toot gaya...
OHHH yaad aya.. kese toota tha wo... adhura rishta... wo pyaar...

Tabhi kuch toota.. mere ateet ki yaad..
Tumne mera hath pakad liya tha... kuch keh rahe the tum, na jane mere kaano tak awaaz kyu na pahunchi...
Tumhare chhuan ne sunn kar diya tha mujhe.. bas ek hi ehsaas tha, tumhare pas hone ka...
Tum hath pakad kar le jate gaye or me chalti gayi..  Kaash ese me tab chali hoti to...

"Dekho kon mila aaj?"

Meri nazar tumse hat us par padhi jise tum ye keh rahe the...
Ek sidhi sadhi si ladki thi samne.. kuch khaas sundar nahi.. par ajab si kashish thi usme...
Tum mera hath chod kar uske kareeb ja khade hue.. apni banh uske kandhe par dale hue..
Mere pero ke niche se to jese zamin sarak gayi ho.. fir bas ek gunji si awaaz ayi..

"Meri biwi..."

Sambhaal apne apko... bas yahi khud se kehti rhi thi me us waqt...
Kya ho raha tha mujhe.. kyu bura laga aaj tumhe khush dekh kar.. kisi or ke sath..
kisi or ke sath?
Kyu bura lag raha tha mujhe.. kyu tadap rahi thi me..
mene hi to sath choda tha tumhara bich rahh me.. ab kisi or ne thama to jal rahi hu me..
Ghut rahi hu.. mar rahi hu..
Us ladki ko me nafrat.. hairat.. bhari nigaho se dekhti rahi.. or wo sirf muskurati rahi..
Uski muskurahat mera khoon sukhaye ja rhi thi..
Tabhi usne kuch bataya... anoothe tarike se.. wo kuch boli nahi sirf ishara kar gayi.. or tum hans diye..
Tumne ek goongi ladki se shadi kar li.. tum pagal to nahi ho gaye the.. mujhse behtar nahi ho sakti ye ladki
Me ab marne lagi thi.. jalan se.. comparison se.. tumhari khushi se.. iss ladki ki khushkismati se..
Mera pyaar ab uska tha.. jo mene kho diya tha... man hi man khud ko kose ja rahi thi..
Par tum khush the uske sath.. uske khamosh pyaar ke sath..
Mujhse nahi ruka jayega ab... or me ghar ane ke liye uth khadi hui..
Darwaze pe aakar laga.. duniya chhutne ko thi.. tum ab door ho chale the.. iss ladki ne cheen liya tumhe mujhse..

Tabhi andar se ek awaaz aayi.. "tumne khud khoya he use....."
Wo ladki muskura rahi thi... wo dono hath thame khade the.. jese.. ek duje ke liye..

Or me palat gayi.. par akele nahi.. ek ansu chala aya tha sath dene...


P.S.-  :)

Thursday, 4 October 2012

PHOENIX



PHOENIX


I am sitting in a dark
Looking at the peeping star

It wants to take me in
I want to count on it

Many obstacles are between us
Not very hard to cross

But I am waiting here for someone
Someone, who hold me tight

As he embrace me around
I just get collapse on ground

Nothing will be left
Only the thing is my ash

I know star, you want to make me happy
As no one ever can make me

But I am waiting here for one
Who can give birth to me from my ash

Just like the phoenix make
Sorry for the mistake I’ll make.

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Tuesday, 28 August 2012

Khwaishein kesi kesi


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Koi jab puchta he, humari khwaish kya he. Hum bahut soch kar ek lambi si list man me bana lete he. Or jo sabse jyada pane ki ichha hoti he, use bayan kar dete he. Sabki apni apni khwaishe hoti he, ajeebo-gareeb. Koi asmaan me udhna chahta he, koi celebrity banna. Kisi ko paisa chahiye, kisi ko sukoon. Koi pyar mangta he, koi mukaam. Or hum sab jante he, is duniya me kisi ko mukammal jahan nahi milta.
Mujhse agar koi puche meri khwaish kya he, me bina kuch soche samjhe keh deti hu, mujhe Ali Zafar se ek bar milna he or Walt Disney se bhi, milna nahi to kam se kam Disneyland dekhna he. Esi khwaish sun kar sab hasenge. Shayad mere pas wo sab he jo kisi ke bhi pas hona chahiye, tabhi meri esi ajeeb khwaish he. Mujhe proud he aaj me jahan hu, jesi hu, jin logo ke sath hu.

Par ek ladki he, uski bhi ek khwaish he. Bahut pyari, mast, bindas jaatni he. Yo Yo Honey singh ki deewani aur awesome English thumke lagati he. Sabki help karne ko tayyar rehti he. Aur jab gussa aye to typical jaatni. Hamesha hansti rehti he or hansati rehti he. Par bahut kam log jante he wo andar se kya feel karti he. Use disease he, jise wo blood allergy batati he. Pura din dawaiyan khati he. Bahut jaldi bimar padh jati he. Is bar ghar gayi to kafi din bad laut kar ayi. Bahut bujhe man batati rahi, “Didi, jante he is bar me ghar gayi to achanak behosh ho gayi. Check up hua to pata chala, meri body me koi nerve impinge he. Papa ne kaha he exams ke baad treatment start karwayenge.”

Hum sab bas uska chehra dekh rahe the. Uska hansta hua chehra us udasi me dhundh rahe the. Kya kahe use, kya samjhaye, hum nahu jante the. Tabhi usne achanak apni khwaish humare samne rakh di, “Me marna chahti hu, mujhe nahi jeena.”

Ye sun kar hum hi toot gaye the, to wo kitna toot chuki hogi, iska andaza bhi hum nahi laga sakte. Bimari ne uska sharer to todd hi diya tha, aaj man bhi todd diya. Hum use bas hasane ki koshish karte rahe or wo hume apni khwaish btati rahi. Hum iske siwa kuch kar bhi nahi paye.

Khwaishein kesi kesi
Dekhi humne ek esi bhi
Hum apne sapne chahte rahe
Or wo marne ko kehti rahi


P.S.- I don't know why I wrote this.....

Sunday, 26 August 2012

Here it comes, and Here it goes……….






                                    I never knew you
                                    You never knew me
                                    Whose gonna ever knew
                                    What’s in the destiny?

I know the day
We talked for the first time
You won the basket ball match
And surrounded by crowd

                                    I reached to you
                                    And that was the first time
                                    Our eyes got met
                                    Our hands got touched

Here it comes, and here it goes
There is not a hint, what’s going on

                                    And then we met in canteen
                                    You are with your group
                                    I was my own there
                                    You said, “Hi“ to me

We smiled together
Have a new conversation
Little bit know each other
This is our last session

                                    One day I was sitting on stairs
                                    No one was there, just alone
                                    Listening to the music of my kind
                                    As, this is not the world, I belong

You came then, making your way
Just sat beside me
And the loneliness went away
As you listened to me

Here it comes, and here it goes
There is not a hint, what’s going on

                                    We messaged each other
                                    We spent nights on phone
                                    So funny things to say there
                                    Time fetched the wings and gone

When the phone beeps
I think it’s you
When the phone rang
I wish it’s you

            Here it comes, and here it goes
There is not a hint, what’s going on

                        You are all over my mind
                        I laugh with you, I cry with you
                        I know, when I turn, see you behind
                        Oh dear! You are making me crazy

            Here it comes, and here it goes
There is not hint, what’s going on
            I think I’m in love with you……



P.S.-  I wrote this for sweet 16 love..... how they feel.... :)

Wednesday, 1 August 2012

AKS....





kaash me esi na hoti
patte pe padhi boond na hoti
koi chhuye to uski na hoti
pal me hi bikhri na hoti

kaash me esi na hoti
teri tasveer me simti na hoti
badli thi, fir badli na hoti
ye yaad chubhti na hoti

kaash me esi na hoti
har khushi jhooti na hoti
teri baate sachhi na hoti
mere kal ka hissa na hoti

kaash me esi na hoti
tera pyara aks na hoti.....
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P.S.-  Written on 15 March 2012
 

Saturday, 28 July 2012

Omens...


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“The boy's name was Santiago. Dusk was falling as the boy arrived with his herd at an abandoned church. The roof had fallen in long ago, and an enormous sycamore had grown on the spot where the sacristy had once stood.”

Above lines are very foremost lines from THE ALCHEMIST by Paulo Coelho. Someone told me to read it, or may say insist. And as the fact she had a great influence on me, I decided to read it. Although I found it not so interesting, but as I said earlier that she had a great influence me, I read it. I completed 19 pages and halted, it attained to its boredom. 2-3 months later she asked me about book. I gave it to her. She knows me well, so clearly guessed that I hadn’t read that book. I told her about boredom and where I halted. She briefed the book such that my interest will not lose. After 20 days I read book again (after she completed it for the third time).

To my surprise, I found it awesome this time. Paulo wrote the things which were on my mind and I had no words to explain them till now. I too believe in Omens, but didn’t know what to call them. What happens to us, gives us a chance to know before it happens. I know I sound crazy, but what’s new in this. There is something I don’t know what to call it, may be Omen according to Paulo. That thing let us know what is right for us, just before the moment it happens, our reflex may say. Our instincts I may call. It’s not like shattering of glass, crossing over by black cat, someone sneezed. No, I don’t believe in that. What I believe in is Omen or instincts. It may be good or bad. It happens with me, or may be with you. Let me tell you.

A month ago, my grandpa (my mother’s uncle) died. We all met that night, all was good and happy; and the next morning he died suddenly without any disease. And after few days of that my brother was getting married. We were in tornado of happiness and grief. And it was decided that marriage would not be postponed. After 4 days to it, I and my father were going to the grandpa’s house in morning and suddenly a holy thing hanging on the rear mirror fell. Actually it was a prayer about to travel safely. This was the second death in our house within six months and totally unexpected. I took it as Bad Omen; I was worried after that that my daddy will drive safely to office after leaving me there. After that we went to market to buy some bride’s thing. We buy a necklace and we lost it on our way to home. My mom was worried. I was worried and sad too about that, but somewhere inside I was happy. What happened in the morning disturbed me, I was sure that some bad will happen anyhow. And I had heard that if a thing gets wrong it may take the worse’s chance out. And I was taking it like that. We can afford a lost necklace than a accidental day. After a worried and panicked day we had a call from my aunt who was with us whole day saying necklace is in her shoes box. We were happy now and I know now. That breaking things, sneezing and black cat will never harm you. It’s our instincts which decide. As the day when my daddy was out at night and when he was late, I was hell worried that something bad will happen. There was not felling of a holy thing that day. It was a normal day, but something inside me was telling me so. And when my daddy got home, he had a fractured hand. And I opened the door I uttered, “I know this will going to happen. Come on, enter.” There was no surprise on my face, but it was on the boy who brought my daddy home.

All I want to say is I have experienced omens just before the things happen. That instinct, that comes from your subconscious mind (I know you’ll prefer heart) at that moment, will decide your future not a black cat.

Just follow your instincts; it will never lead you to wrong way. And as the end of The Alchemist is there where it started, shows me (according to me).

Our destiny is just below our feet, but it takes whole life to understand what our destiny is. Everyone is walking on path doesn’t matter its right or wrong to achieve its destiny, but question is, does he knows what’s his destiny is?

“The boy reached the small, abandoned church just as night was falling. The sycamore was still there in the sacristy, and the stars could still be seen through the half-destroyed roof. He remembered the time he had been there with his sheep; it had been a peaceful night… except for the dream.
Now he was here not with his flock, but with a shovel.”



P.S.- It's a beautiful novel, you must read it........
I'm reading it again :)


Wednesday, 25 July 2012

Bl@ck Mag!c






                                                                 BLACK MAGIC


Was standing on the metro station, all stressed; and with shameful defeat. How the hell it happened? I was too sure about the deal. How it was snapped just beneath my nose? Gross!!!.  
“Hey! Priyansh.”
I turned around, “Hey!”
He leaned to hug me, but I extend my hand. It doesn’t matter however; he held my hand and dragged me to hug. “How was it buddy?”
“How it look like?”
“Oh! I’m sorry. But we all were sure about it.” He judged my condition, my face.
“Hmm…”
“Next time buddy. It happens. Let’s have a coffee?” he tried to distract me.
“No. Actually my train is about to arrive. And frankly speaking, I want to be alone.” I excused.
“No. no. no….. You’ll stand here and I’ll get coffee for both and we will catch next train. Got it?”
I looked here and there making noises to rescue.
“Got it?” he confirmed again.
”Look, Amit….. Understand please….”
”I’ll be here in a minute….” He avoided me and ran towards coffee shop not so far.
Why people don’t left you alone when you are dying to be alone. And they never are with you when you expect them.

Train arrived. I saw Amit was ignorant about that; he was much busy in talking to shopkeeper. I was in dilemma. My friendship and my selfishness were on war. And as usual history repeated, selfishness won and I ran and hoped in.
Gates got closed as I hoped in. I saw Amit was standing outside on platform with coffee in both hands and expressions ‘How can you do this?’
I mimic SORRY. I could see him leaving behind rolling his eyes. I hoped he will understand me; he always did, this time too.

I searched for an empty space to fit myself. I stood away from the gate holding a pole and ready to go on a voyage of memories. But before I could do that I heard a chime. I turned my head to right. A girl was searching for something in her side bag and the thing that was chiming was her bracelet; a chain with black shining beads hanging from it. Her hairs were covering her face. Black hairs blended with reddish shade giving healthy shining were acting as curtains to some precious thing. She was carrying herself so delicately and confidently that was so influenceable. She was holding pole by putting her left hand in bag with enclosing around it and holding bag with other hand. It was black medium sized leather bag with so many silver chains and big chain things. She found it, whatever she was searching for in her bag.
MOBILE? How can she put her mobile like that? In a bag? And searching like a treasure hunt. May be she is just passing her time. Whatever, why do I care?
But I cared. She was too enchanting to do such dumb things. I was attracted to her and started bounding in her unspoken spell. I hadn’t seen her face yet, but she was still so beautiful. She was wearing black frock type dress up to knees. I seriously don’t know what to call it, its girls stuff, how do I know? Her dress was having net fabric and little bit puffed up. Her not so long slender body was fitting it well and getting her a look like angel.
Angel in black? Angel is angel, colors never matter this.
She dialed on her mobile and put it on her right ear. Meanwhile she jerked her head to left, tried to keep her hairs on her back. But she failed. And I was thankful that she failed. She raised her left hand and shoved her flicks behind the ear.
Holy crap!
She was stunning and I was numb. She suddenly turned her face to me. I could see her black eyes with black shades and mixed expressions of fear and anger. She was glaring at me. She hanged up the phone. Then I realized that I was staring her with mouth open. I lowered my face in disgrace. But I really want to see her. Her eyes. Her face. I want to read all expressions she ever made.
I really wanted to stare her, and I could stare her for whole rest of my life. I gained all my courage and raised my head to see her.
Where she gone? Disappeared? Was she true? Or just a mirage?
I tried to search her, watching here and there, but all I got was nothing.
Suddenly I caught a glimpse of her. She stepped out of the trained and so I. And again I lost her. I stood there and scanned all directions, if I could see anything black. But then I realized, I stepped out one station before. I sighed.
Hell day. I was for sure dreaming.
I turned to move out and to get a taxi. She was there. Folded her hands and looking at me. I was again numb.
“Are you following me? I noticed you back there in train, you were staring me. Why so?” she snapped at me. And before I could say anything she pointed her finger towards my face and babbled, “Don’t dare to do it again. I’m warning you if I see you again anywhere around me intentionally or unintentionally doesn’t matter, I’ll let put you behind bar.”
And again before I could open my mouth, she turned and walked away. I could see her going away that girl in black dress with reddish black hair waving on her back, a black leather bag on her side and a hand with bracelet resting on it, and another was busy in adjusting flicks. She walked away with fading tap of her black heels. She is really gorgeous. I was looking at her like a dumb and so people at me. I came to senses and ran after her but she disappeared in crowd. And I got hit by someone, I said sorry and moved on. But the person grabbed my hand.
“Hey! Hey! Dude.”
I turned. He was Amit. “I ran here to catch you and you are running too. Sure not for me. By the way what are you doing at one station before?”
“What are you doing here?” I cross questioned him.
“I bribed the cab driver to catch train from here.” He smiled. “What about you, what make you running here in nowhere?”
I chuckled, “BLACK MAGIC.”


P.S.- I love this wallpaper too much..... Her expressions.... amaze me.... Its my lappy's wallpaper which stayed for such a long time :P :)








Sunday, 22 July 2012

Diary of a single girl


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                                                               Diary of a single girl

                                                         Guys think they get us, but…



I had an interesting conversation with a model, who ruled the ramp 10 years ago. He used to be married, but there were reports last year that he was dating a model and his marriage was in trouble. I have known this Punjabi boy for a few years and it’s always fun to spend an evening with him. We were at a fancy nightclub in Bandra and I learnt that guys think they know a lot about women from the way we walk, dress and wear our hair! It all began when a girl in her mid-30’s passed by, wearing snug jeans. She was plump and had curly, waist-length hair. We both looked at her, and my friend said, “She must be really hot in bed.” I asked him how he had reached that conclusion.
He: Women with curly hair are highly sexed.
Me: And how do you know that this is her natural hair? She could have had a perm!
He: (Looking sheepish) Look at way she walked.
Me: Do women have different styles of walking?
He: You won’t understand. Guys know this stuff.
Me: Interesting. What else do guys think they know about us?
He: We get clues from everything- the way you talk, the language you use, the way you dress.
Me: How can you sit in judgment? It’s like saying a girl who dresses demurely is demure and a girl in a dress that shows cleavage is a slut. It’s possible that the demurely dressed girl has had more affairs than someone, who wears a short dress. That’s so stupid, not to mention, unfair to peg people.
He: It’s a guy thing.
Me: (Irritated) Well, it’s a dumb thing. I recently read a book which a cop says that women with dark circles are horny. Really now! She could be an insomniac, or having a vitamin deficiency. Just because she has dark circles doesn’t mean she’s up for having sex like that.
He: calm down. Guys talk like that.
Me: Not the men I interact with. Maybe men from that small town you hail from think like that. Metrosexual men from cities don’t. Just because I used the ‘F word’ doesn’t make me a whore. You and your friends need to get your head out of the gutter.
He: One innocent comment started this tirade. Let’s talk about something else.
Me: I don’t want to. Not after knowing that you are probably judging me every second. I’m leaving.

I left. We’ll eventually go back to being buddies. Most days I would’ve ignored his comment. I mean, who cares what some random guy thinks about you?



P.S.- read in Times of India......... I liked it so shared with you people.....

Thursday, 19 July 2012

RAIN……Wash away pain!!!







                                   RAIN……Wash away pain!!!

Pooja pichhle aadhe ghante se roye ja rahi thi. Me aur Shubhangi use chup karwate karwate thak chuke the. Wo phone pe baat kar rahi thi. Fir phone rakhte hi wo achanak rone lagi. Aur tab se roye ja rahi thi bina hume kuch bataye. Shubhangi, Pooja aur me 2 saal se roommate he aur yeh humara akhiri saal sath me hoga. Shubhangi ke liye ye koi nayi baat nahi thi, kyunki me or Pooja chhoti chhoti baaton pe ro padhte the. Aur wo 10th class se hostel me rah chuki he, hum pahli bar. Lekin Shubhangi bina kuch bole sirf roye ja rahi thi, aur ab hum kuch samjh hi nahi pa rahe the. Bahar barish shuru ho chuki thi.
“Le ab to bhagwan bhi rone lage, ab to bata de hua kya he?  Kyu apne keemti tesu bahaye ja rahi he Pooji?” Shubhangi ne chutki lete hue kaha. Wo har cheez ko bade hi aaram se liya karti thi. Bahut kam samay mene use pareshan dekha tha. Aur pooja sabse jyada roti thi, jo ab bhi jari tha.
Shubhangi ne mujhe dekha. Mujhe nahi pata tha me kya kahu, kisi ko chup karwana mere bas ki baat nahi thi. Me khud hi itna roti thi. Me apne palang se uth kar unke pas gayi. “Pooja bas kar yar, ab to kuch bol ya chup ho ja. Le pani pi le warna sookh jayegi.” Mene bhi uska dil behlane ki koshish ki. Par wo to jese record banane ko tayyar bethi thi. “Shubhangi pani de ise.”
Shubhangi table tak gayi fir mujhe ghoorne lagi. “Kya hua ab tujhe?” mene masoomiyat se kaha.
“Pani nahi he, tu jane wali thi na?” usne gusse se kaha.
“Wo me bhool gayi. Sorry, abhi lati hu.” Me khadi ho gayi.
“Tu rehne de. Kya pata khud ko kahin bhool ayi to? Ek to badh lane pe tuli he, dusri kho gayi to? Hey bhagwan kahan bhej diya mujhe?” Shubhangi tont marte hue kamre se bahar chali gayi.
Mene Pooja ko dekha, wo ab bhi ro rahi thi, us par Shubhangi ki baat ka koi asar nahi padha tha. Wese wo esi kisi baat se us se ladh jaya karti thi.
Mene uske hath par hath rakh kar kaha, “Kya hua? Bolna kiska phone tha?”
Usne itni der me pahli bar nazar utha kar dekha. “Maa ko operation ke liye bola he doctor ne.” usne sisakte hue kaha.
“Sab theek ho jayega yar. Aur kya bola doctor ne? Baat jyada serious he kya?”
“Pata nahi. Didi ne kuch theek se nahi bataya, bol rahi thi ghar aja. Ghar me kuch theek nahi he. Pichle hafte hi tayaji ne humari dukan pe kabza kar liya tha. Wo baat abhi suljhi bhi nahi, ab upar se maa ki bimari ke pese. Papa bahut tension me he.” Aur wo fir rone lagi.
“Chup ho ja. Ghar ja kar dekh kya baat he. Tu bhi ghabraygi to papa ko kon sambhalega? Sab theek ho jayega. Abhi tu chup ho ja. Rone se sab theek ho jayega kya?” mene use samjhane ki koshish ki.
Tabhi zor se darwza khula.
“Oye! Chalo… yahan kya betho ho boring logo. Bahar barish ho rahi he chalo beegte he. Ise kya hua?” Neha ne dhansu entry maari.
“Maa ko yaad kar rahi he.” Mene baat ko palat diya.
“Kya yaar tum log. Ghar chali ja to, wese bhi do din chhutti he apni. Abhi chup kar aur bahar chal sabke sath. Dekh rone se sab theek ho raha ho to ro le. Koi mana nahi karne wala. Par esa nahi he na? To ganga jamuna band kar aur sab bula rahe he. Chalo tum dono bahar.” Neha ne hum dono ke hath pakde aur khinchti hui bahar le jane lagi.
Pooja ne bahut koshish ki par neha ne mujhe chod use pakad liya. Mene kaha, “Tum chalo me aati hu.”

“Jaldi aa, warna tujhe bhi ese le jaungi.” Neha corridor se chillayi.
Mene khidki pe jakar niche se arahe shor ka muayna kiya. Hostel ki sari ladkiya barish me masti mar rahi thi. Pooja bhi pahle na-nukur ke baad unme shamil ho gayi.
“Saali nautanki. Yahan to kese ro rahi thi? Ab dekh ise maze maar rahi he.” Shubhangi ne mere kaan ke pas se bahar dekhte hue kaha.
Mene palat kar dekha to wo fir boli, “Ese mat dekh. Sach bol rahi hu. Tu to uski har baat me ajati he. Sudhar ja.” Wo apna muh bigad kar bed par let gayi.
Mene fir khidki se bahar dekha. Sari ladkiyan sab bhool kar jese kisi aur duniya me chali gayi ho. Me janti thi Pooja jhoot nahi bol rahi thi aur na hi uske ansu jhoote the. Mujhe pata tha Maa ko khone ka gam kya hota he, jo mene 3 saal pahle mahsoos kiya tha. Pooja thodi der ke liye agar apni pareshani bhool gayi to isme burai kya thi. Dekha jaye to wahan bheeg rahi har ladki apni pareshani bhool gayi thi. Hume bhi jana chahiye, kya pata hum bhi bhool jaye.
Me muskura di. Mene Shubhangi ka hath pakda aur use khinchte hue bahar le gyi, “Chal hum kyu piche rahe. Aja .”
Aur hum bhi us barish me bheeg liye, yeh soch kar kya pata jo pareshaniya aansu nahi dho paye, yeh bearish dho de……..

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Tuesday, 17 July 2012

Kaash ek jahan me


Kaash ek jahan me
Mere sang do pal bitata

No koi sarhad hoti
Na dharm ka pehra hota

Jab nazrein milate to shayad jaan pate
Kese kaati thi humne wo jaagti raatien

Teri ek jhalak pane ko kitne false tay karte
Kyu wo awaaz sunne ko hum pal pal marte

Tere kaandhe par rakh kar sar, bas ye ho jata
Har ghadhi har lamha yahin ruk jata

Me tujh me kuch yun kho jata
Duniya chod ab to mout se bhi pyar ho jata

Do pal ke liye hi sahi mujhe samjh pata
Kaash us jahan me wo mujhse mil jata.
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