Bewaqt waqt

Waqt ke panne Kuch yoon aise paltey 

Ki waqt bhi yoon tham sa gaya 
Bewaqt bhi 

woh waqt aisa aaya 

Ki jaise 

lamha woh saara simat sa gaya 

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Jaana pehchana anjaan

Thama tha woh

Bikhra tha woh

Bekha tha woh

sulga tha woh 

uljha tha woh

suljha tha woh 

Gira tha woh

utha tha woh 

Phir bhi na jaaney kyun 

Sehma tha woh 

Ruka tha woh 

uske liyen 

ya usse aagey badney

ka rasta dekhne ko 

Kya tha woh 

kyun tha woh 

bas khud hi sawal ban Gaya tha woh 

jawab toh hazar they 

par Ek bhi de Saka na woh 

sulajh kar bhi 

ulajh Sa Gaya tha woh 

jaaney kiske intezar mein tha woh 

Waqt bad Gaya 

na bad Saka woh

Shayad darr sa Gaya tha woh 

Khoney ka tha usse yeh darr

ya door honey ka usse 

jo bhi tha 

anjaan tha woh usse 

aur khud se

jaana pehchacha sa 

anjaan tha woh 

sulajhkar bhi 

uljha sa tha woh

WHO AM I -JUST ANOTHER WOMAN and ANOTHER SURVIVOR

Before I make this post, I would like to write a small note. My following poem is Dedicated to all those beautiful women who are survivors in there own way. Women go through a lot. To survive they not only need to be strong physically but also mentally as well as emotionally. This poem is dedicated to all those women who went through a lot yet chose to move ahead and survived . And that’s what makes them proud to be a woman.Though, I don’t think my poem is good enough but still you all can take it as just a small gesture towards women.

note : in this poem “I” doesn’t refer to me myself , but to a woman who went through all this .

Following is my poem:-

I was in mother’s womb ,

When I was planned to be killed.

Yet, I survived .

Who am I?

Just another woman.

When I was an infant

I was cursed , poisoned .

Yet , I survived

Who am I ?

Just another woman .

When I was a toddler,

I was humiliated, I was emotionally targeted.

Yet, I survived

Who am I ?

Just another woman.

When I was a kid,

I became a toy .

Yet, I survived

Who am I ?

Just another woman.

When I was a teen,

I was eve teased, vulgar comments were passed on me.

Yet, I survived .

Who am I ?

Just another woman.

When I was an adult .

My dreams were tangled with the relations.

Yet, I survived .

Who am I ?

Just another woman.

When I was twenty-two,

I was married to an unknown man.

His dreams became my dreams.

His wants became my wants.

Yet,I survived .

Who am I?

Just another woman.

When I was twenty-four years old
I gave birth to my first child.

Almost gave up in the labor room .

Yet, I survived

Who am I?

Just another woman.

When I was forty-four,

My kids completed their education.

I forgot  my dreams while fulfilling their dreams.

But , I was given no credit.

Yet, I survived .

Who am I?

Just another woman.

When I was fifty-four,

My kids left me in an old age home.

They couldn’t take my burden.

Yet, I survived.

Who am I?

Just another woman.

In every deed of my life,

I fell,

I rose,

I screamed,

I yelled ,

I sacrificed.

Gave  just another exam ,every next day.

Yet, I survived .

Who am I ???

Just another woman.

kyun pareshan hum hogaye

kyun pareshan, hum hogaye..khwab ghumnaam kyun hogaye.

justuju zindagi bangai,

rehnuma ab kahan khogaye.
kyun hain Tu hairan 

 hai ye duniya falsafa,

kyun khudse tu anjaan hai aatish to ban zara.

kyun sehma hai pareshan hai kyun ghum ka silsila,

seene mein ek tufan bhar 

Har zarra keh raha..
kyun pareshan hum hogaye..

khwab ghumnaam kyun hogaye.
kyun sansein apni qaid hain,

kyun bandish hai yahan.

kyun dariya ye bechain hai 

 tu ye bata.

kyun lipti hain ye beriyan,

kyun bebas hum yahan.

kyun bikhri hain har khwahishein,

kyun ranjish darmiyan.
kyun pareshan hum hogaye..khwab ghumnaam kyun hogaye.

AISA NA SOCHA THA

Aisa na socha tha
na socha tha kabhi,
Ghalib ka shahar itna haseen hoga.
zubaan pe gaaliyaan chaahe,
magar dil to shahad hoga.

hazaaron rung chehre pe,
yahan har roz khilte hain.
ho ranjish dil mein par,
ek doosre se roz milte hain.

Chal uthti hain sabki aankhein,
bhale hi ghum kisi ke hon.
bahaarein roz rehti hain,
Bhale hi mausam koi bhi ho.

jahaan mein shayad koi bhi shahar ,
aisa nahi hoga.
na Socha tha kabhi,
Ghalib ka shahar itna haseen hoga.

Aao Udaas Chehre Ko Hasate Hain Chalkar….

Udaas chehre ko hasaate hain chal kar,
khwaab aankhon mein phirse sajate hain chal kar.

Kachhe makaan mein baarish ghus aati hai..
Aaj sir pe kisi ke chatt banate hain chal kar,
Udaas chehre ko hasaate hain chal kar.

Zindagi afsos hai aur kuch bhi nahi.
Mushkilein aisi hain ki koi hal bhi nahi.
Unke ghum ko zara baant aate hain chal kar,
Udaas chehre ko hasate hain chal kar !

BOOK

Imagine a book you delve deeper and deeper into every passing meaty page.

This particular book something so undeniably coherent and understandable.

The words in rhythm with the pulse of the heart till you think can there be more?
The last pages are inherently contained in the first.

And even the first pages want to feel like unity.

But it all ends…
Because all that the book with its pages were words that the book itself didn’t attach meaning to.

It only was an experience relived in the mind of the reader.

Yet the book not knows of its beauty

and It’s essence which made the reader come back to it ever so often.
For it remains dead. Inanimate.

Oblivious to the storm it created in the readers heart.
Now, that it’s gone.

With no other book coming close to stirring his heart anymore.

The storm withers taking with it what made the heart move.
“What or who would me my eternal book” she thought letting her pen drop down like her descent from her escapes.

Note: I wrote this poem long time back but today someone’s mail just reminded me of this…

zindagi ek safar suhana

Zindagi ek safar suhana

Zindagi ek safar suhana

Thoda jaana-pehchana,thoda anjaana

Har raat ke baaad ek naya sawera,

Kahin pe dhoop,kahin pe andhera,

Zindagi ek safar suhana,

Thoda jaana pehchana,thoda anjaana

 

Zindagi ek safar suhana

Kabhi bigadana,kabhi banana

Kabhi roothna,kabhi manana

Zindagi ek safar suhana,

Thoda jaana-pehchana, thoda anajaana

 Zindagi ek safar suhana,

Badalte log , badalta zamana

Kabhi rulana ,kabhi hasana,

Badalte waqt ke saath ek naya fasana,

Nayi kahani,naya zamana,

zindagi ek safar suhana,

thoda jaana-pehchna, thoda anjana

Zindagi ek safar suhana,

Thoda jana-pehchana, thoda anajaana

Mukhtasar si thi zindagi

Mukhtasar si thi zindagi

pal do pal mein hai yoon badli.

jo khushiya deti thi woh cheeze choti-choti

aaj naseeb bhi nahi woh khushiyan

jabki cheeze hui hain yoon badi.

Waqt bhi badla, halaat bhi,

logon ki soch bhi badli aur jazbaat bhi

Bura Waqt bhi hai yoon guzra,

Kismat bhi hai yoon badli,

na thi Jo khwahishein, aaj woh bhi hui puri ,

Mukhtasar si thi zindagi ,

pal do mein hai yoon badli.

Waqt ke saath zindagi toh hui hai aalishan

par khoi hai woh choti-choti yaadein

jinme kal tak basti thi jaan

Na hi thi kuch khwahishein

naa hi they kuch armaan

phir bhi jaise badla ho

yeh pura jahaan

Mukhtasar si thi zindagi

Pal do pal mein hai yoon badli

#poem