Khyaloon ki zindgi

sochne ka tarika hai mera apna,
mera sapna,
karna chahta hu poora,
lekin rehta hu adhoora,
paani ki talash me bhatakta jaise,
registaan ki khaak me dahakta jese,
koi pakshi pyaasa sa,
mera man bhi kuch aesa hi,
jo jesa samjhe bas vesa hi,
hazaaro log hazaaro bate,
yaad rakhna chahta hu,
magar bhool jata hu,
manzil alag raste alag hai,
chalna sambhal ke,
yaha kante bohot hai,
koi door se chillaye agar,
pas tumhe bulaye agar,
jaan lena ye dhoka hai,
sambhal jane ka ab bhi ek mauka hai,
har koi bandhlena chahta hai sabko,
raja banne ke khwab sajata hai jab wo,
swarth bhav to jeene ki wajah ban gayi hai,
zindgi umraquaid ki saza ban gyi hai,
dadi naani ki kisi kahani jese,
yaado bhari jawaani jese,
jeene ki rah pe mast hota jata hu,
khud ko azaadi me bhigona chahta hu..

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Bachpan ki yaadein

kitna anmol waqt tha wo bhi, papa jab sham ko ghar aate the.. jeb me unki 1-2 rupye ke sikke khankhanate the.. kabhi kabhi khud pyar se humare haath me thamate the.. kabhi jeb se gir jane pe main or behan uthane ko daud jate the.. subha jaldi na uthne ko bahane banana, school na bhejne ko maa ko manana.. yaad hai mujhe bhot mar khate the..

World outside the window

Sitting near the window of my hotel room, I could see the full moon shining bright in the cold mountain night. Must be around 10 or 11 degrees. I could feel the light breeze on my face. Just looking outside the window, it was beautiful, even in the night. A silent full moon night high up in mountains could be so beautiful and soothing. I felt like my mind was empty of all thoughts. Like naturally meditating with eyes wide open and looking out into silhouette of huge mountains, like staring into wast spread of nothingness. I could see tiny lights twinkling on small buildings spread across the small town near Shimla, India. Sometimes when i came to senses, a sudden flood of thoughts streaming through the brain. How much we(humans) have progressed. How much nature had paid for our actions. Constantly digging the heart of mountain to make clearings for agriculture and buildings. Yet, nature is forgiving and let us be in peace. Peace, which is perhaps pet word of my ...

Ajaadi - the feeling of caged bird

Main nanha sa ek panchi hu, mujhe kaid na kar mujhe udne de, tajj pinjre ki deewaaro ko, aakaash se mujhko bhidne de.. ye simte hue jo pankh mere, mujhe ek bar failane de, kabhi lambi saans to bharne de, aajaadi me ghul jaane de.. tu kya jaane mujhpe beeti, tu jaano ka saudaagar hai, jo sookh ke registaan bana, mere sapno ka wo saagar hai.. jo waqt mila hai jeene ka, mujhe khushio se khil jaane de, kar yaad kabhi apna bachpan, mujhko bhi wo pal paane de.. kuch khel hua fir kudrat ka, ek joro ka toofaan utha, na jaane kyu nanhe dil me, ek soya hua armaan jaga.. hilne laga tha pinjra wo, or jhat se neeche toot gira, aazaadi ke is pal me wo, khusi se hawa me khood pada, wo sang hawa ke udta raha, toofaano se bhi bhidta raha, aajaadi ki jo khwahish thi, unhe dil se jod wo badhta raha.. ek nanha sa jo panchi tha, ab hawa se baate karta raha..

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