sahas.....,

kab tak ham kuchle jayenge,
pairon tale raunde jayenge,
kab tak ham jinda rah kar bhi,
jinda na rah
payenge?

Jan hamari jati aise
gajar muli kat rahe ho,
madira bana kar madiralai mein,
jaise hamko bant rahe ho,

kya mere apne prano
par,
raha nahi mera adhikar?
Ya mithya jag ki kroor shakti ko,
main bhi kar lu
sweekar?

Sahne ki sima main bhula,
nahi tanik apradh sahunga,
jo bhi dushman ban aayega
main uska sanhaar
karunga,

sah sah k hamne to kasto,
ki prata chalayi barso se,
aake dekh lo meri chamta,
dahla dunga ankho
se,.........

tumhe sochte hi kyon
ajab ehsaas hota hai,
duriyan toh bahut hain
par tu paas hota hai,

hamesa sochta tumko
magar kuch kami hi rahti hai,
khwab me jo jhalak mil jaye,
aankho mein nami rahti hai,

wo bite hue pal yad aate hain
jane kyon hamko satate hain
hazaro din ho gaye phir bhi
milne ki aas mein jagte hain..........

andheraa.........

kahne ko toh ujala hai
par dikhta kuch bhi nahi
kyonki ankhe kuch dekhna nahi chahti,
ek aisa nazara
dekh liya maine
ki kuch dekhna hi nahi chahta
bas samet lena chahta hu
us pyare se lamhe ko...

tanha hua main

kaisi jindgi hai
har kadam par
dhoka hai
han maine ise
chukar dekha hai
kal tak jise meri
jarurat thi;
aj mere liye wo
ajnabi hai
jiski sanse mere liye thi,
wo kisi aur ki sans ban chuka hai
han main hu
tanha yaha
chala jata hu
apne dhun me
jane kaha kaha
bhatakte hue....

tum ho kaha

kuch uljhan hai
jinhe kahna bhi
mere liye mushkil h,
aur likhna bhi,
azib si khani h,
alfaz nhi milte,
bya karne k liye,
mujhe pata nhi ki agle pr,
kya hone wala h,
kya kuch judega zindagi me,
ya phir hamesha k liye mujhse chhut jayga?
kush ni pata h mujhe,
kapte hatho s likhna shayad mushkil h,
sabd bhi hil uthte h,
mujh darr lag raha h,
apni is dasha se,
khi kamjor na pad jao,
bhavnao k age vivash hokar kush ek ahesan kar do jo mujhe kich le jayre,
ant me jaha sab kush toh ho,
par vo nhi jisse me talashta hu.........

kaha tak

main tumse kitna pyar
karta hu
mujhe khud nahi pata,
mere liye sab kuch to nahi
par kuch ho tum
mujhe sath le kar chalo
maine nahi dekhi hai ye duniya
main seekh raha hu
tum seekh chuke ho
meri sari kamiyan
door ho sakti hai
kuch samay to do
maine kab kaha ki main
wo karunga
jo tum nahi chahte ho
kosis me hu
khud ko badalne ki
badal jaunga main
dhal jaunga
tumhare manko par...
Khara utrunga..
Agar thodi si bhi jagah ho
mere liye
tumhare man me
to mujhe maaf kar do..
Main pagal hu
par aap to samjhdar ho
ek din mujhe bhi samjh me
aa jayengi wo sari bate
jinhe samjhna jindgi k liye
jaroori hota hai
main kosis karunga
ki galtiyan na ho
par jane kyon
ho jati hain galtiyan!!!!

अधूरी हसरत

जिनके याद में ताजमहल बना
उनकी रूह तो तड़पती होगी
संगमरमर की चट्टानों
के नीचे
जहा हवा भी आने से डरती है
वहां दो रूहें कैसे
एक साथ रहती होंगी ?
मुमताज को जीते जी तो कैद होना पड़ा
कंक्रीट की मोटि दीवारों में ,
सब कुछ तो था शायद
आजादी के अलावा ,
ख़ुशी के दो पल मिले हो या न मिले मिले हो
पर कैद तो जिन्दगी भर मिली

उन्हें आजाद कबूतरों को देख kar
उड़ने की चाहत तो थी
मगर सल्तनत की मल्लिका
सोने के पिंजड़े में n
कैद थी .
शहंशाह ने उन्हें समझा तो एक खिलौना
उनसे खेला उन्हें चूमा ,
खिलौने के अलावा
कुछ और न थी
मुमताज बेगम ,
उनकी दीवानगी ही थी की
मौत को अपना हमसफ़र बना लिया
शायद मौत के आगोश में आजादी दमन थम ले ,
शायद खुली हवा , और
प्रकृति के प्रेम का
सानिध्य मिले ,
पर हसरते कब पूरी होती हैं ?
दफ़न हुई तो वह पर भी
रूह तड़पती रह गयी

पथ्थरों नीचे

एक अधूरी टीस भारती ..........

what is death? We can not explain this topic. Some poepole says about death- death is the end of all pain, sorrow , joy and any inhormonius state of mind.
But i think death is the way of life and death is the aim of life.
My favourite poet Robert Browning once wrote a tuchable lines-
" For death? to feel the fog in my throat,
The mist in my face,
When the snows begin, and the blasts denote,
I am nearing the place,
The power of the night,
the press of storm,
The post of the foe;"
realy deth is the end of physical journy.
But starting of divine life.
When i think abou death,
i feel- in life many various pains and sufferings, which a person is bound to feel before death.
I ask to many mans if these are actually afraid of death because at the time of death man experiences choking and suffocation into his throat. Man feels difficulty in breathing. The vision of the dying peson ir blurred. Man ir unable to see anything clearly. Coldness begins to overtake the body. The natural heat of the body or the enthusiasm of life is over. The breath becomes fart and the person comes to underrtand that his end ir near. man feels darkness before his eyes. the force of the storm as convulsive breath is felt. It appears to the dying man that death in person is satanding before him in a visible or physical form.
Death is the part of god and life....

nayan thake se kyon lagte hain
palak jhuke se kyon rahte hain
hanste hue bhi jane kyon
ham rote se kyon lagte hain?

Jadwat hu chetanta bhooli
kaston ki har pal hai shooli
khoono se khelen kyon holi
deen heen hu bhar do jholi

khusiyaa koso door hogayi
shanti nahi milti hai kahi
arajakta ka kaisi kahani
aankho me phir aaya paani

kitne maa ne bete khoye
pagli si patni kyon roye
aansu se lashon ko dhoye
itne par bhi satta soye

kaisi vividhta aan padi hai
sashan ki deewar khadi hai
jindgi har pal choot rahi hai
satta maze loot rahi hai

pathrai aankho na kaha hai
gam sahna aasaan kaha hai
hamko kuck karne to do
satta men ye tab kaha hai


sanskriti apni sankat men hai
apni rakcha swayam karenge
atal sankalp ka sambal lekar
nav bharat nirmaan karenge.........

kabhi kabhi yun hi
chalte chalte
rahon men
koi ajnabi mil jata hai
aur dhire dhire
kareeb aane lagta hai
na jante hue bhi
jud se jate hain ham
raste badhte rahte hain
dooriyaa simati rahti hain
phir ek duje se
judne lagte hain
par jab manzil paas
aa jati hai
aur bichadne lagte
toh tees si uthti hai
unhe baar baar dekhne
ko man karta hai
jab kismat se
mil jate hain
to pahchante nahi
kahte hain
ham aapke hain kaun?
kaise samjhaoo inhe
kuch riste bhagwan
banate hain
aur kuch insan
rishta sabka sabse
hota hai
kuch naam vale rishte hote hain
kuch gumnam
kyon wo samjhte nahi
ham unke hain kaun?

kuch loog jo apne hote hain
sayad wo sapne hote hain
unse kyon doori hoti hai
ye majboori kya hoti hai

dahadkan tadpan aur uljhan mae
tadapan kyon rah jati baki
har pal unse milne ko
man mae sajti hai kyon jhaki


yaade unki jab bhi aayen
aankhe nam ho jati hain
hath pakad k sang sang chalna
sab yaaden tadpati hain

smritiyon k kone m bhi
unki jhalak jo mil jaye
vyakulta me bhi man ko
param shanti mil jaye

yaadon k chote se kone mae
unki yaaden ankit hain
bahut vedna hai man mae
jo adhro par prativimbit hai

maine unko sab kuch mana
unko hi bhagwan jana
prabal prem kiya unse
tab unhe swayam mae hi jana

jab pag pag par badhayen thi
muh khole vipdayen thi
tab nauka k patvar bane
main nit nit shish jhukata unhe
vyakulta mae bhi tum ho
ye rahshya ab jan liya
tum uddharak ho jivan k
ab maine ye man liya

tumse hi...,

jab mai akela hota hu
mujhe avsar milta hai
khud ko sochne ka
khud se baate karne ka
par jane kyon
akele hote hi itni sari bate
yad aane lagti hai
ki mai akela rah nahi
pata hu
purani yade sath ho
jati hai
mujhe aaj bhi yad hai
paidal chal k padhne jana
bhaiya se pitna
bahno se ladna
ab to keval
bite dino k kore kagaj par ankit hai smritiyon k swardim chinh
hath pakad k chalte the
ham sare bhai bahne
aankhe gili kar jati hai
un dino ki yaade
bhavro se ladai hoti thi
phir apni pitai hoti thi
mere sath jab sab
chalte the
bura bhala na kuch kahte the
sach me mere bachpan
k din
kitne achche the
ab to sab bade ho gaye
kal tak jo bachche the......

anjaan

kaun ho tum nhi mai janta hu
phir bhi tumko manta hu
tum mere liye ek ajnabee ho
par lag rha hai ki janmo se tumhe janta hu
khwabo me chupke se jb tum aate ho
bade ajeeb se sapne dikhate ho
lagta hai ye suraj ye chand aur tare
sirf mere liye ugte hai
meri ek jhalak pane ko tarashte hai
jab tum mere sath hote ho
ye duniya simat si jati hai
mere mutthi me aa jati hai
mere sapno me jab tum aate ho
to lagta hai ki sab kuch mere aas paas hai
aur bhagwan bhi mere sath hai..
Kyonki tu jo mere sath hai

teri yaad

sandesh

mere sapno me kisi ne
dastak di aur kha
kyon so rha tu
tughe to jagna chaiye
kyonki sone se
patan hoga
apne desh ko badha
dikha de vishw ko apni chamta
tune janm liya hai
ek naye marg ko aalokit karne k liye
uth jaag
mat dekh sapne
dek to keval
vikas
kyonki tughe
vikas purus banna hai

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Great books do not spring from something accidental in the great men who wrote them. they are the expression of the life itself of the authors. literature can't be said to have served its true purpose until it has been translated into actual life of aim who reads. Progress is the gradual result of the unending battle between human reason and human instinct, in which the former slowly but surely win.

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