कुछ लोग थे, मेरे ही जैसे
लंबा सफर तय कर थे आए
साथ में लाए थे कुछ गोला बारूद
कुछ गोलियाँ चलायीं, कुछ श्मशान जलाए
और मुझ जैसे ही कुछ लोग गिराए
कुछ ने गुस्सा किया
कुछ ने आँसू बहाए
और कुछों ने दिल में
पक्के कुछ इरादे बनाए
एक ने उँगली उठायी
दूसरे ने गर्दन हिलाई
और तीसरे ने
कभी उँगली उठायी, कभी गर्दन हिलाई
अब गुस्सा थम गया है
आँसू सब बह गए हैं
और इरादे जो पक्के थे
सारे अब डह गए हैं
कल शाम कब्रस्तान के दरवाज़े फिर से खोल दिए
और कुछ लोगों ने जाकर जश्न भी मनाया वहाँ पर
(उनकी याद में जो नहीं रहे.....
...और उनकी याद में जो बाक़ी हैं)
Image Courtesy - Indian Express
A lot like love
cherubic voices
sugary lines
airy laughter
lovely smiles
soothing rains
tickling skies
shining eyes
sublime songs
feathery touch
radiant lips
silky heartbeats.....
Your angelic name....
.....A lot like love....
sugary lines
airy laughter
lovely smiles
soothing rains
tickling skies
shining eyes
sublime songs
feathery touch
radiant lips
silky heartbeats.....
Your angelic name....
.....A lot like love....
I'm fine
cryptic voices
confined lines
sombre laughter
serene smiles
mystic rains
morbid skies
grim reapers
grotesque tine
dry eyes
wet songs
ominous heartbeats.....
.....everybody says "I'm fine".....
confined lines
sombre laughter
serene smiles
mystic rains
morbid skies
grim reapers
grotesque tine
dry eyes
wet songs
ominous heartbeats.....
.....everybody says "I'm fine".....
A lot like love
The lone light every morning
Face in the dark, moonlight
A hundred twinkiling stars in the sky
Each twinkling sight twinkles
Dimples on a young face
A jasmine mystique of the spring days
Laughter mirth joy excitement
The beseech of the horizon
Shining eyes
Soulful smile
Cherubic breeze
A lot like love.....
सोने का लिफाफा
एक लिफाफा कागज़ का था
राह में बेसुध भटक रहा था
फिजा सुनहरी साथ थी उसके
उसके अन्दर चाँद छिपा था
हल्की नीली शक्ल पे उसकी
काला स्याह एक हरफ चढा था
ख़त के ऊपर नाम था मेरा
पता भी मेरे आँगन का था
चाँद की आँखें सुर्ख लाल थी
लबों से तारे बिखर रहे थे
ग्यारह तारे आसमान में
एक मेरी मुट्ठी में कैद था
हथेलियों पर ख़ाक जमी थी
तारा मेरे नाम का ना था
बारह तारे आसमान में
एक लिफाफा फटा हुआ था
एक लिफाफा कागज़ का था
जिसके अन्दर चाँद छुपा था
फिजा सुनहरी साथ में लेकर
उसका चेहरा ज़र्द पड़ा था
Lice Heads
I knew you then
and we were both happy together
till the time we parted
to meet rarely
I am sorry I had cut the rope
but then you couldn't play football
And I had even made a new one
which I would give you in the morning
But I could not get up in time
and you left early
My heart was shattered
and the reason was you
One day I met you
with another friend by your side
I broke again
and smiled weakly at your friend
I knew we could never be happy together now
I knew we could never be together now
I knew I can never be happy now
Dear Nai Nhoi,
wish you a happy married life
-
love
Jeab
and we were both happy together
till the time we parted
to meet rarely
I am sorry I had cut the rope
but then you couldn't play football
And I had even made a new one
which I would give you in the morning
But I could not get up in time
and you left early
My heart was shattered
and the reason was you
One day I met you
with another friend by your side
I broke again
and smiled weakly at your friend
I knew we could never be happy together now
I knew we could never be together now
I knew I can never be happy now
Dear Nai Nhoi,
wish you a happy married life
-
love
Jeab
फरहात
चाँद का आलम बुझा बुझा था, रोशन था मैं तेरी याद में...
नींद की झूठी चादर ओढे, जाग रहा था तेरी याद में
सर्द हवा के हर झोंके में, तेरी साँसे गर्म बसी थीं...
रजनीगंधा डाल थी सूनी, महक रहा था तेरी याद में
रात की सारी वुसअतें भी, तेरे नाज़ में झुकी हुई थीं...
मैखानों में जाम थे खाली, मदहोशी थी तेरी याद में
सहर की पहली शुआ में बेशक, नूर तेरी दो आंखों का था...
जिन्दां में मक्तूल था आजिज़, आजादी थी तेरी याद में
तेरी याद में जीना मरना, तेरी याद में खो जाना...
ज़ाहिद सारे ज़ार ज़ार हैं, राह-ए-दहर है तेरी याद में....
नींद की झूठी चादर ओढे, जाग रहा था तेरी याद में
सर्द हवा के हर झोंके में, तेरी साँसे गर्म बसी थीं...
रजनीगंधा डाल थी सूनी, महक रहा था तेरी याद में
रात की सारी वुसअतें भी, तेरे नाज़ में झुकी हुई थीं...
मैखानों में जाम थे खाली, मदहोशी थी तेरी याद में
सहर की पहली शुआ में बेशक, नूर तेरी दो आंखों का था...
जिन्दां में मक्तूल था आजिज़, आजादी थी तेरी याद में
तेरी याद में जीना मरना, तेरी याद में खो जाना...
ज़ाहिद सारे ज़ार ज़ार हैं, राह-ए-दहर है तेरी याद में....
खता
एक खामोशी है हर ओर बियाबान में
कभी कहकहों के फुव्वारे हुआ करते थे यहाँ
कुछ आवाजें बोलती थी इन हवाओं में
कुछ लफ्ज़ शोर मचाते थे कभी
हर झोंके में कुछ कांपते साज़ दफ़न हैं
कुछ बातें बाकी हैं ज़र्रों में अब भी
एक बेवा की टूटी चूड़ी की खनक सुनाई देती है
बुझी पलक से गिरे अश्क की चीख सुनाई देती है
रगों से निकले लाल खून की आह सुनाई देती है
मुर्दा दिल और धडकनों की फफक सुनाई देती है
सालों पहले, इसी ज़मीं पर, कुछ बरगद के पेड़ खड़े थे
सालों पहले, इसी ज़मीं ने, कुछ बेगैरत लोग जने थे
दूर कहीं, किसी कोने में, कुछ बेगैरत लोग खड़े हैं
दूर कहीं, किसी कोने में, कुछ बरगद के पेड़ गिरे हैं
We The People
The sun was tired and the sky was grey
Hot winds had blown throughout the day
They all had faces but there was no cry
The air was humid but the eyes were dry
"The old man with the torch
is lying dead on the porch"
said the boy from the slime
"n it is the fourteenth time"
They came down and there they stood
all heads covered in one white hood
And threw the body into the cold water
and brought the cows for the slaughter
They went back home with the setting sun
and started preparing for next day's fun
No one cared, forgot what they had seen
"We'll think about it when it is fifteen"
02.14.08
Let the love fill the air today.....Later wind will blow
Let the whispers steal the noise today.....Later they will scream
Let the shadows lite the candles today.....Later they will burn
Let my heart see you smile today.....Later it will fail
Let your arms rest my head today.....Later you will go
Let my love kiss your soul today.....Later I will die
'cause it's the day of love today.....Later it'll be another day
Let the whispers steal the noise today.....Later they will scream
Let the shadows lite the candles today.....Later they will burn
Let my heart see you smile today.....Later it will fail
Let your arms rest my head today.....Later you will go
Let my love kiss your soul today.....Later I will die
'cause it's the day of love today.....Later it'll be another day
Without You
You weren't there that day
I was sitting on the shore
staring at your name on the sand
when the waves washed everything away
And on the sand dune once
when the storm started from nowhere
and i was buried alive
It was there on the white snow
whiter than the snow
pure as the rain
The sun came out and you melted
and I burned
No matter how much i ran towards you
you drifted away
i saw my dreams in pink, orange and blue
when on the white sea of clouds below
I saw your face etched upon
And the times actually stopped
froze
giving their warmth to me
And i gained a few heartbeats
heartbeats enough for another life
A life in another world
where there is white, blue, pink and orange.....
Please Dont Pluck That Flower
The seed was sown sometime in autumn। The sun was shining brightly then, as if telling him that it wont be able to render services when the cold north winds subdue it। He knew it too, but it had to be done some time. He had tried it last spring. Spring he thought was the ideal time. But the darn sun wasn't as collusive then, and it was helpless too. Soon it would be winter and the snow would set in. He was prepared for the worst, but the seed wasn't. It was a great hazard. Life is a hazard he argued. He watered the area for thirty eight days, added manure to the soil, begged the sun to show mercy and hoped. Hope. Hope was the last thing he had. He never believed in God. May be it was rational, may be it was just his rebellious complexion. Whatever it was his labour brought fruit. The first signs of life appeared on the torrid earth. The green bud sprouted out of the ground in glee. Happiness. It was November now. Time flies, yes it does and soon it would fly to the frosty winter. First green leaf matured with blood gushing into the veins. The sun was shining still. The temperatures were going down by the day. He apprehended the winter but hoped for a miracle. Hope. Yeah, he still had it. And one day a blue flower bloomed. He was astonished. The winter had passed. Rather it hadn't come. He was happy. Delighted. Ecstatic. It was a miracle. Winter didn't come, the sun was shining mirthfully. And the sun kept on shining till one day the flower dried and the plant died and then it rained!!!
And I Confess
Sometimes I love them for their goods
Sometimes I hate them for their evils
Sometimes I bear with their nonsense
Sometimes I trust their advice
Sometimes I cry when they cry
Sometimes I cry when they laugh
Sometimes I laugh when they cry
Sometimes I laugh when they laugh
Sometimes I miss them when thier gone
Sometimes I wish them away
Sometimes I thank them
Sometimes I fight them
Sometimes I applaude them
Sometimes I ignore them
Sometimes I believe them
Sometimes I doubt them
Sometimes I help them
Sometimes I fail them
Sometimes I conspire with them
Sometimes I plot against them
Sometimes I praise them
Sometimes I curse them
Sometimes I just can't live with them
All the times I can't exist without them!!
Sometimes I hate them for their evils
Sometimes I bear with their nonsense
Sometimes I trust their advice
Sometimes I cry when they cry
Sometimes I cry when they laugh
Sometimes I laugh when they cry
Sometimes I laugh when they laugh
Sometimes I miss them when thier gone
Sometimes I wish them away
Sometimes I thank them
Sometimes I fight them
Sometimes I applaude them
Sometimes I ignore them
Sometimes I believe them
Sometimes I doubt them
Sometimes I help them
Sometimes I fail them
Sometimes I conspire with them
Sometimes I plot against them
Sometimes I praise them
Sometimes I curse them
Sometimes I just can't live with them
All the times I can't exist without them!!
Retreat
It was Blood that reddened the evening sky
When flashes from the Past passed me by,
And I fought on till the Final breath
Last summer at dusk I was laid to Death,
Six long months, dead I have been
No pain No passion No mirth have I seen,
Void spaces, No lights around
Yet, No chains, No shackles to hold me Bound.
How will I take it now, this Dazzling bright
I have been used to the Deep Dark night,
Far far West rises the Sun
Stripping the Moon off it's subtle fun,
And I hope I won't perish in Vain
Bless me, I am being born Again.
When flashes from the Past passed me by,
And I fought on till the Final breath
Last summer at dusk I was laid to Death,
Six long months, dead I have been
No pain No passion No mirth have I seen,
Void spaces, No lights around
Yet, No chains, No shackles to hold me Bound.
How will I take it now, this Dazzling bright
I have been used to the Deep Dark night,
Far far West rises the Sun
Stripping the Moon off it's subtle fun,
And I hope I won't perish in Vain
Bless me, I am being born Again.
A Thousand Desires
A thousand desires such as these
Each desire worth a life time
A thousand desires unbound
of those lost n never found
A thousand desires untaught
in bloody battles never fought
A thousand desires understood
making willow of every wood
A thousand desires unfed
feeding hopes to the dead
A thousand desires untold
by raw hearts and minds old
A thousand desires unbred
across long miles still untread
A thousand desires uncared
to broken arrows not vaned
A thosand desires undesired
A thousand hearts unwired
A thousand desires indeed
those necessecities with no need
A thousand desires such as these
Each desire worth a thousand lives
Each desire worth a life time
A thousand desires unbound
of those lost n never found
A thousand desires untaught
in bloody battles never fought
A thousand desires understood
making willow of every wood
A thousand desires unfed
feeding hopes to the dead
A thousand desires untold
by raw hearts and minds old
A thousand desires unbred
across long miles still untread
A thousand desires uncared
to broken arrows not vaned
A thosand desires undesired
A thousand hearts unwired
A thousand desires indeed
those necessecities with no need
A thousand desires such as these
Each desire worth a thousand lives
Those Six Hours
I wake up every morning at 7:30. Go to the bathroom, shit, brush, shave and get ready for the office. Halfway through to the office my friend drops me and then i hire an auto. Reach the office at around 10 o' clock, sign into the attendance register. Switch on my workstation and work. Of course there are quite a few cigarette breaks! Lunch at 2, get back to office and leave at around 9. Hire an auto and get back home. Food will be ordered by the time i reach. Watch television, spend time on the internet.
Not bad eh?At the end of day I am in full control of my life.... or am I??
Let's rewind.
Every morning an alarm on my Nokia cellphone wakes me up at 7:30. I brush with my Oral-B toothbrush and Colgate toothpaste, shave with Gilette razor. Shower-Dettol soap and Clinic shampoo. Halfway through to the office my friend drops me on his Bajaj and then i hire a Bajaj auto.Reach the office at around 10 o' clock, sign into the attendance register with a Reynolds pen. Switch on my workstation with HP computer and Intel processor and work. Of course there are quite a few cigarette breaks - Wills only! Lunch at 2 at Juice Junction, get back to office and leave at around 9. Hire a Bajaj auto and get back home. Food will be ordered by the time i reach- pitza from Pizza Hut. Watch Phillips television, spend time on the internet - Airtel broadband.
At the end of the day, where am I in my life?
Take these blues away and i would be walking nude on the streets. Infact I would be walking nude nowhere.
But at the end of the day you know when I am in full control of my life? When I am absolutely free. It's those six hours of my day when I am on my bed, asleep.
Not bad eh?At the end of day I am in full control of my life.... or am I??
Let's rewind.
Every morning an alarm on my Nokia cellphone wakes me up at 7:30. I brush with my Oral-B toothbrush and Colgate toothpaste, shave with Gilette razor. Shower-Dettol soap and Clinic shampoo. Halfway through to the office my friend drops me on his Bajaj and then i hire a Bajaj auto.Reach the office at around 10 o' clock, sign into the attendance register with a Reynolds pen. Switch on my workstation with HP computer and Intel processor and work. Of course there are quite a few cigarette breaks - Wills only! Lunch at 2 at Juice Junction, get back to office and leave at around 9. Hire a Bajaj auto and get back home. Food will be ordered by the time i reach- pitza from Pizza Hut. Watch Phillips television, spend time on the internet - Airtel broadband.
At the end of the day, where am I in my life?
Take these blues away and i would be walking nude on the streets. Infact I would be walking nude nowhere.
But at the end of the day you know when I am in full control of my life? When I am absolutely free. It's those six hours of my day when I am on my bed, asleep.
Broken Arrow
I am the usurper, I am the King,
of my kingdom where no birds sing
I am a poor man's cottage, a Prince's palace,
I destroy my peace and seek my solace
I am The Captain of my empty ship
I am the One at the far end of my whip
I ve been beaten, I ve been battered,
I am a glass which has been shattered
I am the dying dream of an unsung sorrow
I am the unheard words of a Broken Arrow
of my kingdom where no birds sing
I am a poor man's cottage, a Prince's palace,
I destroy my peace and seek my solace
I am The Captain of my empty ship
I am the One at the far end of my whip
I ve been beaten, I ve been battered,
I am a glass which has been shattered
I am the dying dream of an unsung sorrow
I am the unheard words of a Broken Arrow
Twenty One Years
Walking through the woods, with his head held high. The night was cold, his dilapidated linnen shined brightly as he surveyed through the long stretch of marshes alongside the old broken road. The moon shined even more. The night was unusually bright he thought and as he looked up the star studded sky, the Libra was standing tall amongst the others. 'Ah!', smiled the Prince, ' Twenty one. So be it'.
Yes, twenty one it was. Twenty one years ago the King had come and taken his place in the palace. The King was loved by all then. New to the knigdom, he enjoyed the comforts, the love, the affection.
'He was just like me then', remembered the Prince. Twenty one years ago when the prince had resorted to these jungles, he knew time would fly away fast, but he never believed it.
The Prince was never hated during his times. And even now no one curses him. He never came close to breaking a heart. Not one bad deed to his name. And people say he was good.
For twenty one years the King has been involved in a number of felonies, conspiracies and conniviances. He has been hated for his wrongs, loved for his goods. Yes his good deeds also find a place in the book. And he passes muster, so the people say.
The Prince, well the Prince never did anything spectacular. No one remembers him. He didn't do a thing.
The Prince smiled again and continued his walk with the old torn shoe on his left foot. The diamond of the ring on his left hand was shining as brightly as the moon.
The Prince walks on with his head still high and the King suffers.
It was twenty one years ago when the King was brought to life and the Prince lay dead.
- 22nd June 2006
Yes, twenty one it was. Twenty one years ago the King had come and taken his place in the palace. The King was loved by all then. New to the knigdom, he enjoyed the comforts, the love, the affection.
'He was just like me then', remembered the Prince. Twenty one years ago when the prince had resorted to these jungles, he knew time would fly away fast, but he never believed it.
The Prince was never hated during his times. And even now no one curses him. He never came close to breaking a heart. Not one bad deed to his name. And people say he was good.
For twenty one years the King has been involved in a number of felonies, conspiracies and conniviances. He has been hated for his wrongs, loved for his goods. Yes his good deeds also find a place in the book. And he passes muster, so the people say.
The Prince, well the Prince never did anything spectacular. No one remembers him. He didn't do a thing.
The Prince smiled again and continued his walk with the old torn shoe on his left foot. The diamond of the ring on his left hand was shining as brightly as the moon.
The Prince walks on with his head still high and the King suffers.
It was twenty one years ago when the King was brought to life and the Prince lay dead.
- 22nd June 2006
कौन है हिंदू, कौन मुसलमाँ
मेरे मुल्क की बदनसीबी में, कौन है हिंदू, कौन मुसलमाँ...
जात धर्म की राजनीति में, कौन है हिंदू, कौन मुसलमाँ...
बीती रात को चौराहे पर, एक अक्स की साँस रुकी थी
दर्पण के बिखरे टुकडों में, कौन है हिंदू, कौन मुसलमाँ...
नींद में शायद, चाँद रात में, एक रूह की काँप सुनी थी
सरगम के टूटे साजों में, कौन है हिंदू, कौन मुसलमाँ...
आज सुबह सहरी से पहेले, आसमान में घटा सुर्ख थी
कुचले फूलों के रंगों में, कौन है हिंदू , कौन मुसलमाँ...
आजादी की सालगिरह पर, एक ज़फर की मौत हुई थी
अमर शहीदों के बलिदानों में, कौन है हिंदू, कौन मुसलमाँ...
नदी किनारे, ज़र्द रेत पर, नंगी लाशें पड़ी हुई हैं
सौ करोड़ इन बेगुनाहों में, कौन है हिंदू, कौन मुसलमाँ...
मेरे वतन के परवाजों में, मार मज़हब की कब तक होगी
जन गन मन अधिनायक जय हे, कौन है हिंदू, कौन मुसलमाँ
धरती अब भी घूम रही है
शायद शाम ढल न पाती
सर्द हवाएं थम सी जाती
सूरज शायद बुझ न जाता
चाँद फलक में खो न पाता
नर्म घास पर लेटे लेटे
शायद उस दिन रो न पाता
दर्द नज़र से बयाँ न होता
ग़मों का बादल फूट न पाता
...अगर तुम मिलने आ जाती
... मगर तुम नहीं आई....
और सूरज डूब गया...
चाँद भी नहीं आया...
सर्द हवाएं तेज़ हो गयी...
शब तारीक खेज़ हो गयी...
वक्त न जाने कितना बीता
खुश्क ज़माना किज्ब में जीता
दुनिया बेशक थम सी गयी है
धरती अब भी घूम रही है...
धरती अब भी घूम रही है...
सर्द हवाएं थम सी जाती
सूरज शायद बुझ न जाता
चाँद फलक में खो न पाता
नर्म घास पर लेटे लेटे
शायद उस दिन रो न पाता
दर्द नज़र से बयाँ न होता
ग़मों का बादल फूट न पाता
...अगर तुम मिलने आ जाती
... मगर तुम नहीं आई....
और सूरज डूब गया...
चाँद भी नहीं आया...
सर्द हवाएं तेज़ हो गयी...
शब तारीक खेज़ हो गयी...
वक्त न जाने कितना बीता
खुश्क ज़माना किज्ब में जीता
दुनिया बेशक थम सी गयी है
धरती अब भी घूम रही है...
धरती अब भी घूम रही है...
रहबर
पंद्रह चाँद एक शब के...
पाँच...चमकना भूल गए...
चार की शुआ बाक़ी ले गए...
तीन... खो गए आसमान में
दो बादल के पीछे हैं...
एक बचा रहबर मेरा...
वो भी कुछ नाराज़ सा है!!!
सिफर
सुबह से कोई सोग है दिल में
आँख का पानी सूख गया है
लफ्ज़ लबों पर दुआ बने हैं
खुदा न जाने रूठ गया है
लाखों चेहरे पास खडे हैं
नज़र का चश्मा टूट गया है
सिफर से चल के सिफर पे पहुँचे
सफर का मकसद भूल गया है
अगर तुम आ भी जाओ
कुछ ख्वाहिशें अभी अधूरी सी
कुछ सपने अभी हैं बाक़ी
एक चुटकी समंदर की रेत
कुछ बूँद सेहरा का पानी
मुरझाये हुए फूल की खुश्बू
एक छोटा सा टुकड़ा चाँद का
जनवरी की बर्फ का बादल
सोए हुए सूरज की धूप
पलंग की लकडी का जंगल
अरमानों के पिंजर का खून
कुछ ख्वाहिशें अभी जवाँ हुई हैं
कुछ सपने पूरे होंगे कभी.....
मृग तृष्णा
मैं सारी रात जागता हूँ सूरज की पहली किरण की रोशनी को अपनी मुट्ठी में क़ैद करने के निरर्थक प्रयास में अपने अस्तित्त्व को नष्ट करता जा रहा हूँ कभी आँख लग जाती है तो सपने देखता हूँ सपने टूटते हैं, कुछ याद नहीं रहता, बस एक एहसास बाक़ी रह जाता है जो हिम्मत देता है तब तक जगे रहने की जब तक नींद ना आये दुःख, दर्द, हंसी, ख़ुशी, प्रेम, द्वेष, क्रोध, ममता कुछ भी नहीं बचा सर्दियों की धूप की गरमाहट, बारिश की पहेली बूँद, फूलों की खुश्बू, बरगद के पेड़ की शीतल छाँव, ठण्डी हवा का झोंका - इन सब के मायने पिछली बरसात में धुलते चले गए कहीँ पढा था कि आनंद और शांती एक दूसरे के विपरीत होते हैं ना आनंद है ना शांती, बस एक इंतज़ार है जिसे बस महसूस किया जा सकता है छूने के लिए हाथ बढ़ाओ तो हाथ में बस ख़ाक आती है, देखने की कोशिश करो तो आंखें धूमिल हो जाती हैं मैं तुम्हे देखना चाहता हूँ, सुनना चाहता हूँ, तुमसे कुछ कहना चाहता हूँ, तुम्हे छूना चाहता हूँ, तुम्हारे साथ जीना चाहता हूँ.........पर ना जाने कब सेहर होगी.....कब सूरज निकलेगा......और कब मैं उस किरण को छू पाउँगा......
कश म कश
फैली हर सिम्ट जो यादें थी कहॉ खो गयी,
मेरे चेहरे में एक सूरत थी कहॉ खो गयी
पहले हर साज़ से आती थी तेरी आवाज़,
तेरे वीराने में आवाजें कहॉ खो गयी
तेरी तनहाइयों में चलने वाली सब बातें,
तेरी रुसवाइयों में बोल कहॉ खो गयी
हर सर-ए-शाम नम जो करती मेरी आंखें,
मेरे अश्कों की वो बरसातें कहॉ खो गयी
तेरे पैगामों में गुल-ओ-बू जो बसी थी कासिद,
मेरी इस ज़ीस्त से ताबिश वो कहॉ खो गयी
नोवेम्बर रेन - गन्स एंड रोज़ेज़
जब अबसार में है झलकता हुआ
मंज़र-ए-इश्क बंदिश में
जो आगोश में है सिमटता हुआ
एहसास के इश्क ताबिश में
वक़्त हरदम हमता नहीं
दिल बेशक बदलते हैं
नूर-ए-शमा जिंदा नहीं
गर फलक से अश्क बरसते हैं
आशिक आते हैं आशिक जाते हैं
यौम कहॉ रुखसत हुआ
गर वक़्त को साख पे रखते हैं
दिल चैन में तू अपना हुआ
है इश्क ही करना मुझसे जो
इश्क वो आज़ाद हो
या मुझको चलना होगा गो
अश्क भरी बरसात हो
कुछ मुद्दत अकेले में
कुछ हँगाम सबसे जुदा कुछ
मुद्दत अकेले सबको
कुछ हँगाम सबसे जुदा
जब वली सबब-ए-कोफ़्त हो
है मुश्किल साफ दिल भी हो
पर वक़्त भुला देगा हर गम
गर गम मिटाने का हो दम
कुछ मुद्दत मुझे अकेले में
कुछ मुझे हँगाम सबसे जुदा
कुछ मुद्दत अकेले सबको
कुछ हँगाम सबसे जुदा जब
थम जाये तूफ़ान-ए-तर्स
और बाक़ी हो बस साया मेरा
इश्क मुझ ही से करना अर्ज़
जो गिला ना सहने पाये गैरा
ना घबराना तारीक से अब
राह ढूँढ ही लेंगे वो
कुछ भी हरदम हमता नहीं
वो अश्क भरी बरसात हो
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मंज़र-ए-इश्क बंदिश में
जो आगोश में है सिमटता हुआ
एहसास के इश्क ताबिश में
वक़्त हरदम हमता नहीं
दिल बेशक बदलते हैं
नूर-ए-शमा जिंदा नहीं
गर फलक से अश्क बरसते हैं
आशिक आते हैं आशिक जाते हैं
यौम कहॉ रुखसत हुआ
गर वक़्त को साख पे रखते हैं
दिल चैन में तू अपना हुआ
है इश्क ही करना मुझसे जो
इश्क वो आज़ाद हो
या मुझको चलना होगा गो
अश्क भरी बरसात हो
कुछ मुद्दत अकेले में
कुछ हँगाम सबसे जुदा कुछ
मुद्दत अकेले सबको
कुछ हँगाम सबसे जुदा
जब वली सबब-ए-कोफ़्त हो
है मुश्किल साफ दिल भी हो
पर वक़्त भुला देगा हर गम
गर गम मिटाने का हो दम
कुछ मुद्दत मुझे अकेले में
कुछ मुझे हँगाम सबसे जुदा
कुछ मुद्दत अकेले सबको
कुछ हँगाम सबसे जुदा जब
थम जाये तूफ़ान-ए-तर्स
और बाक़ी हो बस साया मेरा
इश्क मुझ ही से करना अर्ज़
जो गिला ना सहने पाये गैरा
ना घबराना तारीक से अब
राह ढूँढ ही लेंगे वो
कुछ भी हरदम हमता नहीं
वो अश्क भरी बरसात हो
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