Bewakufiyan

Kabhi likha hai kuchh

Mobile ki roshni mein, chhupaake?

Uchhale ho hawa mein

Dono Paanv takraake?

Dekha hai kabhi khud ko aaine mein

ajeeb si shaklein banaake?

Kabhi chhat ki munder pe hue ho khade

Titanic waale pose mein?

Ya football ko ungliyon pe nachaane ki

Practice ki hai?

Karke dekho.

Ye bewkufiyan

Behad pasand hain

Use.

Kirdaar aur Main

Ladai Ho gayi thi humse

Kirdaaron ne pahne shabd,
Aur odhe ehsaas
Nikal pade.

Kahaani shuru ho gayi.

Mausam thoda badmizaaz the us din
Khoob Barsa.
Ehsaas poore bheeg gaye.
Par.
Shabdon ne bachaya
Kirdaaron ko
Bheetar tak bheegane se.

Kirdaar chalte rahe.

Raaste mein unhone sune
Hazzar atkalein
Ki hum kyun lade
Unmein sach koi bhi nahin tha
Kalpanaayein sabhi acchhi thin.

Apnaaya, Saheja
Un atkalon ko.
Kahaani aage badhi.

Main ghar soona pakar.
Baahar nikalne ko hua
lekin baarish thi
Paanv kheench liye waapas

Bhatakte hue kirdaar
Rahe the bahut kuchh
Par shahar chhota tha
baarish thamne pe
Dhhondh nikaala humne
Kirdaaron ko
Maidaan ke us paar.

Atkalein darkinaar kar di maine. 
Par jo motiyan
mere kirdaar bator laaye hain
Unka kya karoon!

Kahani ki maala mein
Antim daana to koi ek hi lagega.

Dhokha Zindagi ka

Jaane kyun hota hai
Aur Jab hota hai
to kahan hota hai
Pata kyun nahin chalta

Shaam khaali si
Din bhare se rahte hain
Aankhein khuli ho
par dekhti nahin


Sparsh ka anubhav
Anchhua
Jaise baarish ki boond koi


Sapne sachhe se
Dekhne laga hoon main
Isliye, darr lagta hai

Jaane kyun hota hai
Dhokha mujhe
zindagi ka
Aur Jab hota hai
to hota hai
yeh
Pata kyun nahin chalta.

Kya samandar ban sakoge tum?

Thhop Di jaaye agar Gehrai tumpe
Kya samandar ban sakoge tum?

Chhand leke surya ka bal
Failaata prakash sheetal
Apni oorza se prakaashit
Karta jaata surya har pal

Swayam jalkar is jagat ko
roshni kya de sakoge tum
kya diwakar ban sakoge tum.

Raat

Main raat ko
muhaane pe hi chhod aaya tha.

Baat poori ho gayi thi hamaari
Maine ujaale chune the
Raat naraaz hui thi.
Maine palat ke
dekha tak nahin tha.

Aaj
Phir se andhera chha raha hai
Usi muhaane pe
laut aaya hoon
main.

Tohmatein

Lambi palkon se khinchkar
bejubaan sarhadein,
Ban jaana kisi ki
khamoshi ka sabab,
Bhala kise acchha lagega

Gar chup rahe tum,
sahte rahe sab kuchh,
inmein main kahan tha,
tohmat mujhpe kyun.
Bulaaya hote ek baar.


Teri palkon ki bhaasha
Aati hai humein.
Bejubaan sarhadein laanghna
Koi mushkil na tha
mere liye.


Aaj,
Jab bantwara ho chuka mukammal,
Sarhad ke us paar
kaise hoge tum
yahi sochta hoon.

Dil kehta hai
ki humhein yaad karte hoge.
par maine tumhari
tohmatein odh li hain.

Kya pata,
kabhi sarhadein toot jaayein.
aur aise mein,
mujhe tumhaare saamne
sharminda na hona pade.

Baadlon ki doosri duniya

Baadlon ki doosri duniya bhi hoti hai

Aankhon mein basi
surk hatheliyon ki lakeeron se gujarti
har dam sarkti lekin
kabhi kahin pahunchti nahin

Badhti hai kyunki khyaalon ke pankh hote hain
Uda le jaate hain is aasmaan ke us paar
Waapas aana nahin hota, bas
Sapne bunate hain
Un sapnon ki kaleen pe udkar
Dekh aate hain is duniya ka haal

mausam badla
to odh lete hain rang birangi odhni
kaali, safed, bhoori, peeli, sunahari
Jaise baarish ko dekh
Sir chhipaane ko
Odh li ho chunari kisi ne

Aur jab,
Saagar bulata hai apne aseem vistaar ki or
Sharma jaate hain
Thaki awaaz mein kahte hain
Yeh duniya
us duniya sareekhi hi hai
Alag kya hai bhala

Wahan bhi suraj ki garmi banaati hai humein
Aur baarish ka mausam humein
pighla deta hai
Sapnon mein aisa to nahin hona chahiye na!
Bolo, main kya jawaab doon
is rumaaniyat se bhare sawaal ka?

Anshu Musalsal jal rahe honge

Ghar ka sonpaak mujhe namkee laga zara
chaashni mein maa ke aansoo ghule honge


bheint ka wrapper kareene se saheja hai
unmein likhe kahin shikwe gile honge


police behichak bulaane ko aayi hai
badon ki shakl ke bachhe mile honge


jung kar ke thak ke baitha hai mera zameer
kaisi geeta, kahan apne karbale honge


Zindagi ka daayra samet liya hai
Ishq karke hum kya phir se baawle honge


Jo masal daale unhone teergi ke beej
phool banke meri kabr pe khile honge


Ug ke aana, doob jaana - dekhna thhahra
Dar-asal anshu musalsal jal rahe honge


sonpaak - a kind of sweet
Karbale - Holy war of karbala, which symbolised essence of values and ethics over life (used here in ap-bhransh)
anshu - Sun

Aasmaan ke paar

Baadlon ki doosri duniya bhi hoti hai

Aankhon mein basi

surk hatheliyon ki lakeeron se gujarti

har dam sarkti lekin

kabhi kahin pahunchti nahin

Badhti hai kyunki khyaalon ke pankh hote hain

Uda le jaate hain is aasmaan ke us paar

Waapas aana nahin hota, bas

Sapne bunate hain

Un sapnon ki kaleen pe udkar

Dekh aate hain is duniya ka haal

mausam badla

to odh lete hain rang birangi odhni

kaali, safed, bhoori, peeli, sunahari

Jaise baarish ko dekh

Sir chhipaane ko

Odh li ho chunari kisi ne

Aur jab,

Saagar bulata hai apne aseem vistaar ki or

Sharma jaate hai

Thaki awaaz mein kahte hain

Yeh duniya

us duniya sareekhi hi hai

Alag kya hai bhala

Wahan bhi suraj ki garmi banaati hai humein

Aur baarish ka mausam humein

pighla deta hai

Sapnon mein aisa to nahin hona chahiye na!

Bolo, main kya jawaab doon

is rumaaniyat se bhare sawaal ka.

har subah ka ashaar

Ahale subah har din

ashaar likh jaata hai koi

alfaaz pahunchte hain paas

lekin kuchh chup se

thode sahme, thode naraaz

par maan jaane ko taiyaar

main kuchh bhi kahoon

sunte zaroor hain

par haalaat, tabiyat, aur mausam

maayne tay karte hain unke

mann karta hai poochhoon

kaun hai jo likhta hai har din

kaun hai jo har din yaad karta hai mujhe

Lekin unhein bhi pata nahin

yeh main jaanta hoon

................

Shabd

Sochna hi kehna nahin hota
Shabd jodne padte hain
Kehna hota hai.

Chhuppi bolti hai
aisa suna bhar hai

Tumhare jaane ka sannata
Shabd ki parchhaiyon ke beech
Khamosh hi to hai tab se.

Kab suni tumne aawaazein
Maine to pukaara nahin
Mujhe pata hai
Sochna hi kehna nahin hota
Shabd jodne padte hain
Kehna padta hai.
Lekin.....

Shabd laaoon kahan se
Mere vyakaran ki jyamiti mein
Sangya tum thin,
Shabdawali tum,
Kriya tum.

In-hi shabdon ke judne se
to banti hain baatein

Mera sannata nahin bolta mujhase
Kuchh baatein karni hain

Mere shabd waapas dogi mujhe.

Why another Blog? What am I searching?

We think. Ideas sometime take the shape of poetry , sometime of prose, sometime nothing. For nothings, nothing needs to be done. I simply stack them at Interface (my first blog). For prose, I try and capture them on my blog fiction-in-life. There are more things, more genres coming. What do I do with them?

Some say it compartmentalization of thoughts, some feel its stacking them beautifully.... like filing of books neatly in library racks- History goes in left corner, literature on upper right, taxonomy on upper ledge, journals in the drawer.

Similarly for Blogs - Poems on page 1, diary on 2nd. Fiction on 3rd, Essays on 4th, Political comments on 5th, Travelogue on 6th, Portraits on 7th, and probably Autobiography on 8th.... From my side, this is the 3rd one, but not in the same order.

I am searching for "rhythm" on this blog page - in life, in words, in me. Hope to frequent myself with the changed frequencies within and match with the wavelengths outside.