meri ulfat ko rusva kare jo, aisa ek khwab dil me paal rkha hai ..
hum to uski chaahat pe mar-mitne ke liye chal pade the ..
usne meri chaahat ko mehez ek alfaaz bana rakha hai
Hum to jungein lad rahe the,
malum na tha dil ki basti peeche ujad rahi thi...
unko chod aaye the mehfooz imaaratoon ke darmiyaan unki khairiyat ki duvaain lekar,
malum chala wo chal diye kuch lamhoon ke baad humein bewafaaii ki duhayen dekar..
Ek ashq aankhoon se chalak na paya tha, sukh gayi thi mann ki aahein dekh kar...
ki mar mitne chale bhi to sirf duhayeen lekar ...
Aaj mann apne jism ki laash pe baith rudaali sa ho gaya hai ..
dard mein sachayi to hai lekin ...afsana jhootha sa ho gaya hai ...
aisi sazzaa kyun bakshi , bata-e-malik.. kyun dhaya aisa sitam..
ki zinda reh ke bhi zindagi se ho rahe rusva hum ....
thaam lene ki karta hoon tujhse guzarish,
ki zor dhuan ban gaya hai aur patvaarein bhi ho chuki hain kahrij..
Beautiful sid :-)
ReplyDeleteyour grip over hindi is commendable.
i loved it till the end :-)
once in a while ur poem are very refreshing
Cheers
Mahesh
Suffering becomes beautiful when anyone bears great calamities with cheerfulness, not through insensibility but through greatness of mind.
ReplyDeleteall i can manage to say is:
ReplyDeletewelcome back! :)
Beautiful Sid :)
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