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जिस जिससे पथ पर स्नेह मिला

जिस जिससे पथ पर स्नेह मिला
उस उस राही को धन्यवाद ।
जीवन अस्थिर अनजाने ही
हो जाता पथ पर मेल कहीं
सीमित पग-डग, लम्बी मंज़िल
तय कर लेना कुछ खेल नहीं
दाएँ-बाएँ सुख-दुख चलते
सम्मुख चलता पथ का प्रमाद
जिस जिससे पथ पर स्नेह मिला
उस उस राही को धन्यवाद ।
साँसों पर अवलम्बित काया
जब चलते-चलते चूर हुई
दो स्नेह-शब्द मिल गए, मिली
नव स्फूर्ति थकावट दूर हुई
पथ के पहचाने छूट गए
पर साथ-साथ चल रही याद
जिस जिससे पथ पर स्नेह मिला
उस उस राही को धन्यवाद ।
जो साथ न मेरा दे पाए
उनसे कब सूनी हुई डगर
मैं भी न चलूँ यदि तो भी क्या
राही मर लेकिन राह अमर
इस पथ पर वे ही चलते हैं
जो चलने का पा गए स्वाद
जिस जिससे पथ पर स्नेह मिला
उस उस राही को धन्यवाद ।
कैसे चल पाता यदि न मिला
होता मुझको आकुल-अन्तर
कैसे चल पाता यदि मिलते
चिर-तृप्ति अमरता-पूर्ण प्रहर
आभारी हूँ मैं उन सबका
दे गए व्यथा का जो प्रसाद
जिस जिससे पथ पर स्नेह मिला
उस उस राही को धन्यवाद ।

Posted: 6/8/10 , 1:53 AM

Wish I had no heart.

Oh gene, is it thy need ?
That makes my heart, bleed.
Or soul do you exist ?
To make us with love, persist .

What makes us swell with joy;
And subsequently, cry
And makes us somehow feel
That love can please, can heal ?
Why memories just would linger;
Of joy and sorrrow, bringer...
who holds the treacherous twine
who chose the pain to be mine ?

Who makes me see that only
feel in crowds, lonely
No logic to it, no art;
And so I wish, that I had no heart.

Posted: 5/18/10, 6:49 PM

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From the flight.

I think of you as I fly
Above the white clouds, so high.
As my tears run dry…
All I ask, Is why ?

The plane soars, on it wings,
The pace is big, zings….
Did what I could, me thinks..
Yet why the heart stings?

The way I think, I do,
And feel this love for you….
I’ve found far between and few
To love is impossible, anew.

Now all I seek is peace…
Content with own, to each…
My love, you’re not in reach..
Forgetting is harder done than preached.

What I still can’t understand
As the plane banks, grand !!
Your love, I didn’t even demand
And yet, you declared: “The end”

I think of you as I fly..
As wisps of cloud go by…
Tears not yet fully dry..
And still the question, why ?
 
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"Whoso loves, believes the impossible." - Elizabeth Barrett

Amen to the thought. :-)



Posted: May 9th, 2010

Just some random thoughts.

Chup to reh jaate hum taumr ke tamasha na bane
Haan magar sach ye hai ki duniya ki wo azmat hi nahi...
Jin riwazon, or rasmon ke liye khaamoshi
Aise kufron ki to is dil me izzat hi nahi.

Dosh tera nahi maaloom hai humko e dost,
Bas ye afsos ke khud ko kabhi becha hi nahi.
Agar jo seekhta mai is jahaan ke rasmo rivaaz
Ghaliban aaj ke din hote tum kareeb kahin

Na hi gussa hai na hai insaan se nafrat mujhko
par is jahaan me adarsh ki keemat hi kahaan
Agar kitabon ko chod dein to sach hai ye meri jaan
Ke imtehaan to oopar se hi leta hai jahaan

Ke is kadar hum haare ke haar ban gae hum
Jo jeet bhi gae hote ko kya kar lete,
Yuhi zindagi ke chaar pal hamare agar
Hansi khushi se yu humsafar guzar lete

Nahi mila jo tu iska hume malal nahi,
Sawal ye magar, ke kyun ka bhi gumaan nahi
Ye sab adarsh jo kitabon me humne seekhe
Besharm duniya me unka koi sammaan nahi.

Hum to chutiye the pyaar paane nikle the,
Magar khade hain raah me liye teri yaadein
Kabhi samay mile to soch bhi lena ke magar
Kya or chahie ho hum de nahi paate ?


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Disclaimer: It is not meant to be even a decent shayari, so pardon me. I just intended to express myself.One expletive is used but it is not considered to be an expletive at all at the place where I belong to.