Woh Shahar Mera

वो शहर मेरा 

दिन रात चलती सड़क थी वहां,

भागती फिरती थी दुनिया,

बुजुर्गो की पुकारे थी,

बच्चों की सिसकियाँ,

पर में कैसे रुकूँ?

में कैसे रुक सकता हूँ?

मैंने ही तो अपने कंधे पर दुनिया उठाई है...

लो रुक गयी आज दुनिया,

रुक गया मेरा शहर,

रुक गयी सड़कें,

थम गया मशीनों का कहर,

बदल गया है वह शहर मेरा,

जो मेरे बिना ना चलता था। 

मैं तो घर पर हूँ,

सुना है खाकी चला रही है उसे,

एक नयी दिशा दिखा रही है उसे; 

एक नयी दिशा दिखा रही है उसे। 

She..

SHE

A lady threw up, elders said you are expecting a baby, Nine months later doctor said you have a beautiful daughter, In school teacher said she is a brilliant student, After a performance judge said she is a wonderful dancer, In college a handsome boy said she is my sweetheart, On her achievements her father said she is my pride, On an unfortunate day some sick minded men saw her, Next day media said she is a victim of rape. A baby, a daughter, a brilliant student, a wonderful dancer, a sweetheart and a father's pride Has become a victim of rape, Now, She is a victim of rape.

Mithaas

मिठास..

यूँ शाम को चाय के प्याले से गपशप हो गयी 

मीठा तो डाला था मैंने, फिर मिठास कहाँ खो गयी ?

प्याला जैसे मुस्कुरा उठा, मुझ पर ही झला उठा,

बोला मिठास मुझसे नहीं जिन्दगियों से गायब है,

आधुनिकता के इस दौर में मिठास की क्या कीमत है?

अगर पहचान है तुझे मिठास के गुणों की ...

जा जाकर ढून्ढ ला उसे दबे हुए अरमानों से,

बचपन के उस भोलेपन से,पुराने किन्ही मकानों से,

माँ की रसोई से, गाँव के खलियानों से,

परियों की कहानी से, उन खोये हुए ज़मानो से,

ढून्ढ कर बाँट देना उसे सब जाने-अनजानों में,

जिंदगियां फिर मीठी हो जाएँगी और मिठास ही है बांटने से बड़ जाएगी,

बांटने से बड़ जाएगी ....... 

KASAK

कभी-कभी इस दिल में इक कसक सी होती है 

सब कुछ है फिर भी इक कमी सी होती है 

चारो तरफ है फैला ढेर-सा उजाला 

उजाले में एक किरण अँधेरे को पिरोती है....

बहुत है खूबसूरत  इस जिंदगी का सफ़र

हर सफ़र की फिर भी एक मंजिल होती है

वही मंजिल खोजनी है, बस वही तक जाना है
पर किस तरह संजोये उन्हें ख्यालों में जो मोती हैं....

INTROSPECT.....

Introspect and find out do you really know yourself. Try  to find the answers of certain questions....
1. Do you believe in ghosts? No, think again...
2.Are you happy and satisfied in your life? Yes, think again...
3. Are you really good and kind or you are sin conscious?
4.Are you a God believer or afraid of consequences of not really convinced and that's why just pretend of being a theist?
They are just a few questions but if given time they are really mind boggling for most of the people.
The reason of confusion can be modernization. We are so much indulged in our daily routine that we don't even think of such things. Modernization results in forced acceptance of desired opinions. We can call it modern compromise. We have accepted opinions whatever contemporary society desires us to accept. Contrary to modern man, medieval man confidently agreed to his beliefs no matter they were right or prejudiced. So think Are we really happy with modernization or medieval ism was better? 

Lost and found fortune....

Abhay, an accountant in a small firm was living a happy and contented life. His wife Riya was a perfect housewife and a very loving mother. His son Rachit,8 was naughty but obedient child. Like any other normal family they had their own problems which they used to face bravely. Abhay was popular among the peers for his honest and kind nature.One day while going for the work he saw a little girl shouting and selling flowers on the road. Generally he came across many poor and needy people daily and even helped them as much as he could. But today there was something different, yes there was something different about the girl that touched Abhay's heart. He bought some flowers from the girl and while giving her money he inquired about her parents. He got the shocking response. The girl who was barely 5 years old lost her parents at the age of 2 in an accident at the same road where she sell flowers now. Abhay's heart trembled and his mind worked in the direction he wanted it to work in. He held the girl's hand and left the place. Today after one year that girl still shouts but while playing with her brother Rachit and she still holds the flowers that her dear papa brings for her. And Riya is now the proud mother of the two wonderful kids Rachit and Tara. Yes Tara is the girl who lost and found her parents on the same road. Salute to people like Abhay....  

Khoj...a search

मेरा एक शब्द खो गया है, वही ढूँढ रही हूँ | यहीं रखा था शायद पलंग पर या फिर रसोईघर में ; कहाँ गया पता नहीं | बहुत जरुरी है, कहीं बच्चो के बस्ते में तो नहीं? कैसे भूल सकती हूँ मैं उस शब्द को? सारा घर देखा अलमारी देखी, यहाँ तक की पुरानी पेटी भी खोल डाली... अरे यह देखो मिल गया, मेरी पुरानी किताबो में, पन्नो के नीचे दबा पड़ा था मेरा कीमती शब्द | अब मिला है तो खोने नहीं दूँगी मेरा शब्द - "अस्तित्व"....हाँ मेरा अस्तित्व !!!!