एक बोहोत पुरानी ग़ज़ल याद आ गए आज..... No idea who is the author. I had heard it on a private tape almost twenty years ago. But it seemed to real.....
तीर से , दिल पे, उन्हें देख कर चल जाते हैं,
कितने आंसू, मेरी आँखों में, यूंही मचल जाते है.
जब वो होते हैं मेरे पास, तौ होते हैं मेरे,
गैर की बज्म में, क्यों जाने बदल जाते हैं
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Sunday, September 13, 2009
तेरी आरजू
तेरी आरजू में वो ख्वाबों का बुनना
तेरी जुस्तजू में मचलते ही जाना,
यूँ हर वक़्त तेरे ख्यालों में रहना,
तेरी ही यादों का आशिक हो जाना,
वो मिलके गले तुमसे शिकवा भी करना,
फिर हाथों को थामे चलते की जाना
बहकते बहकते संभलने की कोशिश,
संभलते संभलते फिर बहक जाना,
वो ढेरों सी बातें, वो बारिश की रातें,
वो बातों ही बातों में रूमानी हो जाना,
वो होठों का छूना, वो बाहों में आना,
मीठे से ख्वाबों का सच हो जाना,
वो आंखों में हलकी शरारत का होना,
वो सूरत का आखों में यूँ समा जाना,
अब लग के गले तुमसे मुझे ये है कहना,
के अब जब भी आओ, वापस न जाना
Saturday, September 5, 2009
intezaar
उसकी दस्तक का इंतज़ार
करता हूँ यूँ सरगोशी से
जिसकी आवाज़ की तल्खियां भी,
बेहतर है उसकी खामोशी से
करता हूँ यूँ सरगोशी से
जिसकी आवाज़ की तल्खियां भी,
बेहतर है उसकी खामोशी से
Friday, September 4, 2009
Pillow Fight
It was like a pillow fight.
Just that, instead of pillows, we were throwing burning red hot coals at each other. The palms fumed with the foul smell of burning flesh and fingers were no less hurt. It all started with a typical ‘I am fed up with your habits’ and 'what wrong did i do' stuff; but slowly, words turned into molten glass being pure directly into ears. Anger got confronted with anger, and the bioling point touched the threshhold.
Someone had to break down, and the one who always does, did break down.
Yet – ‘I have nothing to say’ still continued ....
The harm has been done. This pillow fight will leave permanent scars.
Just that, instead of pillows, we were throwing burning red hot coals at each other. The palms fumed with the foul smell of burning flesh and fingers were no less hurt. It all started with a typical ‘I am fed up with your habits’ and 'what wrong did i do' stuff; but slowly, words turned into molten glass being pure directly into ears. Anger got confronted with anger, and the bioling point touched the threshhold.
Someone had to break down, and the one who always does, did break down.
Yet – ‘I have nothing to say’ still continued ....
The harm has been done. This pillow fight will leave permanent scars.
Friday, May 22, 2009
Monday, May 18, 2009
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
I do not trust my intuition - this time
My intuition says something which I do not believe.
It looks impossible.
No. I cannot be correct.
It looks impossible.
No. I cannot be correct.
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