A Collection of Poems by Vijay 'Shiken'

Heaven & Hell

2009-12-05T06:36:00.000-08:00

When we die, we go up in the sky,
Heaven or hell, our deeds decide.
This was the story, I had long read,
So I asked my father, before going to bed.

Father, father what is the truth,
Heaven is real or yet another myth.
My father smiled and said ‘my child’.
I’ll tell the truth, touching me mild.

Heaven and Hell are places on earth,
On this very planet where we take birth.
They can also be states of our mind,
When we feel satisfied, or the daily grind.

Content with what we have, while striving hard,
Is the game of life, every moment a trump card.
If we speak the truth, are loving and kind,
We need not look for, but heaven shall we find.

Opposite of heaven, is nothing but hell,
We don’t need to go there, as anyone can tell.
I thanked my father; I was a lot wiser,
We need with each other, be a lot nicer.

We don’t need to wait until after we die,
Our lives can be heaven, with a little try.

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I wrote this poem for and on behalf of my daughter for her school assignment.

मुझको रोने दो...

2009-12-04T10:57:00.000-08:00

आँखों से नहीं, अश्क की दूरी, मुझको रोने दो,

फिर ये कहानी, सुनना पूरी, मुझको रोने दो.

अब जीने का, दिल नहीं करता, मेरा दुनियां में,
जीना भी है, एक मजबूरी, मुझको रोने दो.

ग़र सदमे से, अश्क न निकले, जां ये निकलेगी,
मेरा रोना, बहुत जरुरी, मुझको रोने दो.

जब अश्कों मैं जीना सीखा, मरना सीखा है,
रोकर ही है, ज़िन्दगी पूरी, मुझको रोने दो.

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मौसम ये हसीं है...

2009-12-04T10:53:00.000-08:00

मौसम ये हसीं है, और तू भी यहीं है.
जन्नत है ग़र जहाँ मैं, तो जन्नत वो यहीं है.

दिल आज चाहता है कि चमन से ये कह दूं,
धरती से, चाँद सूरज, गगन से ये कह दूं,
बेहतर कोई गुल उनसे, तुझमें नहीं है.
जन्नत...

मुस्सविर तेरा ही तुझको, न पहचान पायेगा,
कैसे तुझे बनाया, ये ना जान पायेगा,
होगा ख़ुदा परेशां, मुझको यकीं है.
जन्नत...

हमनें तो नहीं देखा, शिकन उनसा जहाँ मैं,
धरती पे, नहीं देखा, नहीं आसमान मैं,
हमको है शक के उनका, जवाब कहीं है.
जन्नत...

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ग़ज़ल

2009-12-04T10:50:00.000-08:00

भीगा गुलाब कहूं तुझको, या खिला कमल कह दूं.
कहूंगा कुछ जरूर, कहो तो ग़ज़ल कह दूं.,

सोच लिया है तुमसे इज़हारे, मुहब्बत की जाय,
अब मसला ये है के, आज कहूं या कल कह दूं.

मरमरी जिस्म ये तेरा, किसी की याद दिलाये,
फ़र्क नहीं ग़र में इसको, ताजमहल कह दूं.

उनसे आशिकी की ख्वाहिश, इंतजार की घडियां,
तनहा मेरी जिंदगी का दौरे, मुसलसल कह दूं.

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कभी-कभी...

2009-12-04T10:47:00.000-08:00

कभी-कभी

धुंधली तेरी प्रतिच्छाया,
जाने कहाँ से आकर,
द्रग कोनों से प्रवेश कर,
नेत्र पटल आच्छादित करती है...

मैं देर तक
उसके वश होकर
अपलक
कुछ देर खडा रह कर
फिर लेट कर
उसे निहारता हूं.

तभी कोई आहट,
चेतन करती है मुझे,
मैं जल्दी से
प्रेम को माध्यम बना,
तेरी प्रतिच्छाया को
ह्रदय वास करना चाहता हूँ.

किन्तु, द्रग कोनों से निकल,
मुझे बना विकल
सकल वह आकृति
वायु में विलय हो जाती है.
कभी-कभी...

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आँखें...

2009-12-04T10:39:00.000-08:00

देखा जो हमको आपने, झुका ली आँखें.
हाय ये झील सी गहरी, बड़ी प्यारी आँखें.

साए की तरह हर दम, पीछा किया करती हैं,
सवाल भी हम से पुछा किया करती हैं,
और करती हैं लाजवाब, तुम्हारी आँखें.
हाय ये...

एक नज़र में ही मुझे, पागल बना देती हैं,
दिल मैं चुभती हैं मुझे, घायल बना देती हैं,
ये जो हैं आपकी तीखी, कटारी आँखें.
हाय ये...

सुना था मैंने कभी, आँखे पिला सकती हैं,
मय तो आँखों की, मुर्दे जिला सकती हैं,
धीरे-धीरे से चढ़े मीठी, खुमारी आँखें.
हाय ये...

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वफ़ा की राह में...

2009-12-04T10:32:00.000-08:00

वफ़ा की राह में कामयाब, ज़िन्दगी कर ली.
दर्दे ग़म सह ना सके तो, खुदकुशी कर ली.

कहा लहरों ने, घर जाओ, जाते क्यों नहीं,
बिखरी ग़र जिंदगी है, सजाते क्यों नहीं,
फ़िर सुन के दास्ताँ मेरी, बंदगी कर ली.

एक समय था वो हमको, देखते भी न थे,
मिल जाते थे राहों में, हाल पूछते ना थे,
वक़्त वो आया के, हमसे बात भी करली.

सुनना ग़र चाहो तो ये, फ़लक जितनी है,
मुख्तसर सी दास्ताँ मेरी, फ़कत इतनी है,
दिल देके नाकाम, मैंने ज़िन्दगी कर ली.

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पलकें हुईं बंद मेरी...

2009-12-04T10:25:00.000-08:00

पलकें हुईं बंद मेरी, तुम हर तरफ हर जगह, पर नज़र आये.
पहरे बिठाये जहां नें, हम को तुम से जुदा कर दिया, हम मगर आये,

मिलकर कभी अब न बिछडें, आओ दुआ अब ये मांगें,
दिल मेरा तब तक ही धडके, जब तक चलें तेरी सांसें,
चेहरा तेरा में न देखूं, रात ऐसी न हो कभी, न सहर आये.

तुम सामने मेरे बैठो, तन्हाईयां उठ के चल दें,
गाने लगें सारे पंछी, मौसम भी रंगत बदल दें,
मंजिल मिलेगी न कैसे, रस्ते में जो मेरा, हमसफ़र आये.

नाजुक तेरी बाहें जकडें, मुश्किल हैं खुद को छुडाना,
आँखों में जादू वो तेरे, मुमकिन नहीं दूर जाना,
मरके भी आह न निकले, प्यार से मारने का तुझे, वो हुनर आये.

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दिल का दर्द...

2009-12-04T10:19:00.000-08:00

दिल का जो दर्द है, हमसे कह दो.
क्यों बदन ये सर्द है, हमसे कह दो.

आंखें नम हुईं, जब तुम मुस्कुराए,
सासें कम हुईं, जब तुम जीना चाहे,
रूह पर कैसा क़र्ज़ है, हमसे कह दो.

अब ना दिल धडके, पर तुम जीते हो,
पानी के बदले, आंसू पीते हो,
कैसा ये फ़र्ज़ है, हमसे कह दो.
दिल का...

चलना जो चाहो, मंज़िल खो जाये,
मुमकिन था जो, मुश्किल हो जाए,
क्या लाइलाज़ मर्ज़ है, हमसे कह दो.
दिल का...

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सज़ा

2009-12-04T10:12:00.000-08:00

ये ना तुम सोचना, सज़ा दी है,
जख्मी दिल ने मेरे, रज़ा दी है.

राज़ दिल के, सब खुद कहे,
यूं तो देखा, तुम चुप रहे,
बात आँखों ने सब, बता दी है,
ये ना...

अपने दिल की, फ़रमाइश की,
मेरे मरने की जो ख्वाहिश की,
सबसे प्यारी मुझे, दुआ दी है,
ये ना...

आज तूने, एक ख़ता की,
करके तारीफ़, बेवफ़ा की,
जलते दिल को, हवा दी है,
ये ना...

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हमको मारा..

2009-12-04T10:01:00.000-08:00

नाज़ो अंदाज़, से बातौं से, इंतज़ार से मारा,
हुस्न से, आंखों से, कभी तीरो-तलवार से मारा,
आह! भी न निकली, और मैं मर भी गया,
ज़ालिम मेरे महबूब ने, इतने प्यार से मारा.

हमको तेरी अदा ने कभी, बातों ने मारा,
पूरी हुई न जो तेरी, मुलाकातों ने मारा.

रुसवाई का अपनी, किस्सा कैसे बयां करें,
अकेले मैं मरनेवाला, मुझे लाखों ने मारा.

जी ही लेते हम अगर, ये रात न होती,
दिन कटे मगर तेरी, यादे-रातों ने मारा.

ये कैसी किस्मत हमने, पाई है खुदाया,
चूमा उन्हीं को, मुझे जिन हाथों ने मारा.

पूछ देखो दुनियां से, यही कहेगी शिकन
चेहरा भी था हसीं उसपर, आंखों ने मारा.

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बरसों बाद दामन अपना...

2009-12-04T09:54:00.000-08:00

बरसों बाद दामन अपना, आँसू में भिगोना ही पड़ा,
याद आई आज अचानक तेरी, मुझको रोना ही पड़ा,

जगते यादों ने तेरी, मुझे एक पल चैन न लेने दिया,
कुछ बन पड़ा न जब मुझसे, तो मुझको सोना ही पड़ा.

हर आते-जाते ने पूछा, मेरे दागे-खूने-दिल का सबब,
न सुन सका जब और, तो दाग़, मुझको धोना ही पड़ा.

हर सख्श ने चाहा जब मुझको हर तरह से लूटना 'शिकन',
इस जहाँ में जिंदा रहने को, मुझे खुदगर्ज होना ही पड़ा.

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आवाज़ और आंसू....

2009-12-04T09:50:00.000-08:00

आवाज़ और आंसू से, ग़मों को धोता है.
रुला के किसी को रोनेवाला, खुद रोता है.

चार हर्फ़ कहानी क्या, लम्बा फ़साना है लिखना,
सोकर नींद ज़रा सोनेवाला, नींद गहरी सोता है.

कुछ ऐसी किस्मत पाई है, पागल दीवाने ने,
खोकर दिल खोनेवाला, अब दिमाग खोता है.

दिल का एक दाग़ धुला, और धुलेंगे शिकन ,
धोकर एक धोनेवाला, दाग़ दूसरा धोता है.

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मेरा दिल कहाँ है ?

2009-12-04T09:38:00.000-08:00

मेरा दिल कहां है, जां कहां है.
इश्क में खोया मेरा, समां कहां है.

तलाशे इश्क में थे हम, ये किसी सख्श ने कहा,
इस जहां में प्यार नहीं होता, नादां कहां है.

तुम नहीं, तुम भी नहीं, सब दिल की बाजी हारे हैं,
मेरा प्यार मुझे जो लौटा सके, इन्सां कहां है.

अब मेरी नज़र देखती हैं तुम्हें या बताती है,
है क्षितिज किधर, जमीं किधर, अस्मां कहां है.

मुझसे मिलना जो हो, पता उसका लो 'शिकन',
हां मैं हूं वहीं, मेरा दिलरुबा, जहां-जहां है.

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जो तुमको देखा

2009-12-04T09:32:00.000-08:00

कुछ मेरे दिल में हुआ, आंखों में चमक आयी,
जो तुमको देखा,
गीतों को मेरे बोल मिले, दिल ने धुन बनाई,
जो तुमको देखा.

कसम खाई है मैंने, न कुछ भी सोचने की,
कसम आंखों ने ली है, न कुछ देखने की,
यूं भी अब तो कुछ, देता नहीं दिखाई,
जो तुमको देखा.

बीत गए हैं वो दिन, में जब रहता था तनहा,
ग़मों से मेरा नाता, न अब कोई भी रहा,
ग़म बन गए हैं ख़ुशी, ख़ुशी में बहार आयी,
जो तुमको देखा.

बीच समुन्दर थी कश्ती, न कोई साहिल पता,
बड़े लम्बे थे सब रस्ते, न कोई मंजिल पता,
फ़िर जाने क्या हुआ, खुद मंजिल चलकर आयी,
जो तुमको देखा.

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अकेले-अकेले

2009-12-04T08:38:00.000-08:00

अकेले-अकेले टहलते सागर किनारे,
मुझको तेरा ख़याल आया,
फ़िर कंपकंपाते और थरथराते लबों पर,
वो पुराना सवाल आया.

क्या तुमने सोचा, क्यों मेरा दामन यूं छोडा,
क्या मेरा दिल ये, नाज़ुक नहीं था जो तोडा,
जब मुझको आधे, रस्ते से तुमने था मोडा,
साथ मेरे मलाल आया.

फ़िर से जुदाई, मैं आया नज़र तेरा साया,
रोके कदम पर, दिल को न मैं रोक पाया,
यादों की गर्मी ने जज्बातों को तपाया,
इनमें फ़िर से उबाल आया.

बरसों हुए हम, दिल को ना दे पाए धोखा,
हो जाएं तेरे, मिल जाए ग़र हमको मौका,
आया जुबां पे नाम, हवा का जो झोंका,
पूछने दिल का हाल आया.

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मेरे इश्क का फ़साना...

2009-12-04T07:56:00.000-08:00

जब कभी मेरे इश्क का, फ़साना लिखना.
तुमको कसम मुझे अपना, दीवाना लिखना.

बरसों के बाद हम-तुम, मिलने ही वाले थे,
मिल जाते ग़र न मिलता, जमाना लिखना.

मेरे ग़म में उदासी का सबब, ग़म ही था,
और ख़ुशी में याद ग़मों का, आना लिखना.

मेरा नाम लिख के लिखना, कहानी इसकी है,
और किताब का नाम, 'पागल दीवाना' लिखना.

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तनहाई में रहने वाले...

2009-12-04T07:51:00.000-08:00

तनहाई में रहने वाले, एक जाम ख़ुशी का पी ले.
फिर मौत भी आयेगी, ज़रा जिंदगी तो जी ले.

मिट जाएगा शिकवा तेरा, जो खुशबुओं से है,
ज़रा देख ये चमन, ये कली, फूल ये नशीले,

कर प्यार उसी चीज़ से, जो तुझको ग़म न दे,
और भूल जा उस शह को, तो तेरी ख़ुशी ले.

न बना ग़म-ए-ज़िन्दगी को, ज़िन्दगी 'शिकन',
ग़र जख्मे दिल है कोई, उसको आज सी ले.

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वादा किया था तूने...

2009-12-04T07:47:00.000-08:00

वादा किया था तूने कभी, न होंगे जुदा दोनों.

फिर क्यों चल देये तुम, लेके जहां मेरे दोनों.

डर बुरे समय का, सताता है मुझको आज,
दिल भी धड़कता है, फड़कती हैं आँखें दोनों.

दो गज़ ज़मीन पे था, टिका आशियां मेरा,
जब पुकारा मौत ने, गज़ काम आये दोनों.

'शिकन' मैंने कब कहा, मुझे जानते हैं लोग,
एक मैं हूं एक आप, हम ही हैं यहां दोनों.

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शाम तक चलता रहा...

2009-12-04T07:44:00.000-08:00

शाम तक चलता रहा, फ़िर रात भर ठहरा.
ढलते ही सूरज जो दिखा, मैं उसी घर ठहरा.

ठोकरें मैं खता हूं, और ठोकर लगाता भी हूं,
यही है काम मेरा, मैं राह का पत्थर ठहरा.

ज़ुल्म वो कितने करे, मैं जुबां न खोलूंगा,
मुझको प्यारा सितम, सनम सितमगर ठहरा.

और कितना वो इंतज़ार, करवाएगा 'शिकन',
अब तलक आया नहीं, मैं तो उम्रभर ठहरा.

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दीवाने

2009-12-04T07:42:00.000-08:00

दीवाने इश्क करने से, डरा नहीं करते.
हुस्नवाले भी कभी, वफ़ा नहीं करते.

शिकवा न कीजिये, हसीनों के ज़ुल्म का,
ये अदा करते हैं, कभी खता नहीं करते.

सहारा न दो चलो, गिराओ तो नहीं,
बहार न कर सको, तो खिज़ां नहीं करते.

ग़म की इस रात में, उसका नाम न लो,
जलता हो कोई जब, हवा नहीं करते.

हमसफ़र ग़र शमा, बना लेती हमें,
तो परवाने आज यूं, जला नहीं करते.

कर सकते अगर, भला तेरा 'शिकन'
तो सोच हम क्यों, भला नहीं करते.

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मेरे प्यार का आगाज़...

2009-12-04T07:39:00.000-08:00

यही होता मेरे प्यार का आगाज़ तो, अन्जाम क्या होता.
रुसवा मुहब्बत पहले दिन, बाद कुछ शाम क्या होता.

यही सोचकर जमाने की परवाह, करना छोड़ दिया,
था पहले से इतना बदनाम, और बदनाम क्या होता.

मेरी खुदकुशी का सबब पूछ्नेवालों, दुनियां तो देखो,
चंद रोज़ न जिया गया हमसे, उम्र तमाम क्या होता.

रेत का था जो मकां मेरा, तो टूटना ही था,
कैसे नींद आती 'शिकन' इसमें, आराम क्या होता.

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सावन की पहली रात

2009-12-04T07:35:00.000-08:00

लो इस बरस के सावन की पहली रात आ गई.
बहुत भूलना चाहा, तुम्हारी याद आ गई.

वो जब पपीहे ने छेडी, तान मीठी डाल पर,
वो जब उमंग ने झांका, दिल से घूंघट निकाल कर,
किया सभी ने ये इशारा, के बरसात आ गयी.
लो इस...

चले भी आओ के सावन में बेरुख़ी कैसी,
हम जैसे दिल के मारों से, दिल्लगी कैसी,
सिवा तुम्हारे दिल के हर ख़ुशी, मेरे हाथ आ गयी,
लो इस...

क्यों इस बहार में करवाते हो, इंतज़ार अपना,
ख़ुशी से दे सको तो दो, मुझको प्यार अपना,
लो नाम प्यार का सुन कर यहां, हयात आ गयी,
लो इस...

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एक हसीना

2009-12-04T07:31:00.000-08:00

ना पूछो मेरे यारो, क्यों मेरा दिल टूटा है...

एक हसीना ने लूटा है.

खाई थी कसम ना मुकरेंगे, हम अपने पक्के वादों से,
कुछ करले जहां ना बदलेंगे, अपने मजबूत इरादों से,
खाई थी कसम, इस बात से. धरती, सूरज, दिन रात से,
लो प्यार के हर जज्बात से, वो मुकर गया हर बात से,

ना करना यकीं तुमे वादों का, हर वादा इनका झूठा है...
एक हसीना ने लूटा है.

देखो तो सनम के चेहरे को, बिखरी है उसकी लट काली,
इन गोरे-गोरे गलों पे, छाई है गुस्से की लाली,
उन्हें प्यार पे गुस्सा आता है, हमें गुस्से पे प्यार आता है,
दिल यार को पास बुलाता है, और उसको बहुत मनाता है,

क्या कहना हसीं मेरे यार का, ख़ता करके जो रूठा है...
एक हसीना ने लूटा है.

एक वख्त था सारी दुनियां ये, लगती थी हमको बहुत हसीं,
कह राह से गुज़र जाने का, हमको था खुद पर पूरा यकीं,
फिर आया एक दिन वो ऐसा, कुछ रहा नहीं पहले जैसा,
सुख चैन मेरा गया पैसा, ये मैंने रोग लिया कैसा,

जबसे हुआ है प्यार मुझे, खुशियों से साथ मेरा छूटा है...
एक हसीना ने लूटा है.

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बड़ी लहरों में...

2009-12-04T07:28:00.000-08:00

बड़ी लहरों में जिंदा रहे, छोटे धारों में डूब गये.
समुन्दर से किश्ती बचली, किनारों में डूब गये.

ज़मीन पर देख सितारे, पकड़ने को निकले,
पानी में थे चमकते, हम सितारों में डूब गये.

दुनियां के साथ हमने भी, सबको बुरा कहा,
जब हमारी बारी आई, उन यारों में डूब गये.

बहारों ने किस जनम की, दुश्मनी ली मुझसे,
बरसों से जोड़े ग़म, इन बहारों में डूब गये.

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राह की धूल हूं...

2009-12-04T07:09:00.000-08:00

राह की धूल हूं, पर पहुंच गया.
आपका पांव लगा, घर पहुंच गया.

सबने यही कहा, हमें भी यकीन था,
न पहुंचेगा मंजिल, मगर पहुंच गया.

वापस लौट आऊंगा, मैं उस शहर से,
भटकते किसी तरह, अगर पहुंच गया.

ख़ुदा से दुआ मांगने को, सबने कहा,
पहले मैं 'शिकन', तेरे दर पहुंच गया.

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Hindi, English and Urdu Poetry of Vijay 'Shiken': Hindi, English and Urdu Poetry of Vijay 'Shiken': The Chosen One

2009-11-22T10:45:00.001-08:00

Hindi, English and Urdu Poetry of Vijay 'Shiken': Hindi, English and Urdu Poetry of Vijay 'Shiken': The Chosen One

2009-11-22T10:45:00.000-08:00

Hindi, English and Urdu Poetry of Vijay 'Shiken': Hindi, English and Urdu Poetry of Vijay 'Shiken': The Chosen One

Hindi, English and Urdu Poetry of Vijay 'Shiken': The Chosen One

2009-11-21T12:22:00.001-08:00

Hindi, English and Urdu Poetry of Vijay 'Shiken': The Chosen One

2009-11-21T12:22:00.000-08:00

Hindi, English and Urdu Poetry of Vijay 'Shiken': The Chosen One

The Chosen One

2009-11-14T02:04:00.001-08:00

I finally completed this marathom poem which is a story. I bet if you read the first 10 stanzas and like them, you will read all 136.

After you have read the poem, try thinking :

Who was the Mother?
Who was the Chosen One?
Where are Nuclear Weapons?
What was the Estate?
Why did the estate not appear to have boundaries?
Why did he become a monster?
Who were the monsters?
Why did groups of monsters fought amongst themselves?
Who were the siblings of the Chosen One?
Why did they have so many skills?
Why did some siblings die and some survived?
There are many more answers in the poem to the questions which are never asked.

A mother’s prayers answered, a child was born.
To his welfare and well-being, she was sworn.

Looking at her unique creation, she was charmed.
When he touched her softly, her heart warmed.

Beautiful, adorable and having skin so mild,
He was the proud mother’s most special child.

Of the many children, he was her favourite son.
He received extra care; he was the ‘Chosen One’.

She gave him everything she had with smiles.
Love, food, water and shelter of many miles.

Although she loved all her daughters and sons.
Yet, was more the mother of the Chosen One’s.

A remarkable, loving, caring and doting mother.
She only thought of her brood and none other.

To prepare for challenges in life ahead, that lay.
She protected and provided them in every way.

Infants became kids and aware of their mother.
She always fed them, from an ever full udder.

A mother so good, any child would have, rather.
The kids never knew & never missed the father.

Playing in the fields, they started growing fast.
Many things to play with, in an estate so vast.

They were all talented, and amazingly skilled.
Swam, jumped or ran at speeds that thrilled.

The Chosen One had a talent, the mother noted.
Though the youngest, every one He dominated.

The mother realised the Chosen One had arrived.
When many grave accidents, He easily survived.

Even stronger bond developed between the both.
As emotionally too, he showed superior growth.

Like a typical mother, she had nurtured a dream.
Beautiful grandchildren perpetuating her being.

Happy family for generations, all she could see.
But Little did she know, it was not going to be.

A little older, the One once to win a tough race.
Kicking his brothers, he fell & scarred his face.

The mother saddened, the chosen one had flaw!
If she could, his lovely face, she would redraw.

She thought time would make the scar vanish.
She could not bear to see on Him any blemish.

Sometimes later, watching him break her rules.
She let Him carry on, even as he used tools.

As He turned a teen, cause of more anxiety.
“Cruel, mean and selfish”, cried the society.

She shrugged it off, as growing years’ plot.
For Him she had strong love and a weak spot.

Mother was ecstatic, her brood had expanded.
Still, the best from her, only He commanded.

As time went by, things kept on changing.
Some were good, some not so encouraging.

Soon, came an event, no one really observed.
His facial features, just a little bit, had curved.

As His own body set upon itself, to re-arrange.
He felt from deep within, an oncoming change.

His face became larger, as He grew in height.
Did He grow so much or just stood upright?

More changes were happening, altering Him.
Some occurred externally, some from within.

His head grew larger as His hands and feet.
All His elder brothers, He could now defeat.

A strange cunning appeared in gentle eyes.
His cute facial features, heading for demise.

The mother noticed one day, her heart broke.
The voice of the One, was starting to croak.

She prayed for the best, even herself trying.
Her love and care, unaffected and undying.

The process continued, as His body expanded.
More of everything He needed, He demanded.

He too resented His body in a new formation.
The process set-in for complete transformation.

His Skin knotted at many places, like thorns.
Then He felt His skull, pierced by tiny horns.

Huge paws, pointy ears and long sharp teeth.
His conversion into a monster now complete.

The mother despaired at Her son’s physique.
But still loved him, even as a nature’s freak.

She often thought fondly of His younger days.
When He first walked and His innocent plays.

Head held high, hallucinating and in a rush.
Under his feet, his siblings he would crush.

Mother’s pet no more, what had He become.
It was just the beginning of things to come.

His colossal mass, always demanding food.
She kept feeding him, and the rest of brood.

The mother worked overtime, to keep all fed.
Worried about future, but no tears she shed.

Eventually came a time, so far unthinkable.
To feed her children, the mother was unable.

His hunger was feeding on him causing pain.
Making him beg and steal and driving insane.

After the unthinkable came the unimaginable.
To survive and grow, He turned into a cannibal.

She kept on loving him; giving all she could.
How can a mother’s heart be really understood?

His brothers & sisters ran from him in a bid
To save their lives, got scattered away and hid.

She almost got trampled herself, she knew.
She was just a speck, from His point of view.

Running around amok for anything edible.
Tiny child to Titan wild, change so incredible.

Not finding enough to feed, made him irate.
He left house to explore the rest of the estate.

Digging, cutting, sweeping His way through.
Serious obstacles in his way were very few.

He noticed, feeding freely, now omnivorous.
The estate had no fences making it porous.

He fed happily for years, a mother’s lost baby.
One word defined Her entire world ‘maybe’.

Maybe the clock will reverse, time will change.
Maybe He will call for her leaving the estrange.

Maybe, He will become normal & come home.
Maybe the family will not see Him as a gnome.

Whenever everything at a place the One ate.
He Moved on to unexplored parts of the estate.

Things to eat aplenty, and at every new place.
He would feed for years, defecate and deface.

Then He would move to an uncharted location.
Making it, for many more years, His destination.

He kept devouring everything at a fast pace.
But the estate was not going to lose the race.

Figuring he could keep eating and move on.
No one to restrain him, no one looking on.

He kept eating for what seemed like forever.
Forgetting he had a purpose in life, however.

He did think of his mother, he broke her heart.
But was unable to help it, from the very start.

In a far corner, She had gathered herself back.
Some children returned home and life on track.

She still loved Him and until the very end.
She forgot her son, she couldn’t pretend.

She had blamed herself for His form and fate.
And wanted him back, gently opening the gate.

Far from her, the monster started to dance.
Now forgetting everything, as if in a trance.

More at a faster rate, he started to consume.
Would he become normal, or see his doom.

Setting for a new site, for the first time ever.
The monster got scared which he was never.

He realised, dejected, that he was not alone.
He could no longer call the estate his own.

It had been broken-in and invaded by outsiders.
Out to eat all the provisions and the providers.

A sight he could not believe could be true.
It was what hit him like a bolt from the blue.

So as not to be seen, he pulled himself away.
As a column of gigantic figures came his way.

Millions of monster steps making earth shake.
Approaching ever closer, as a swirling snake.

They were bigger and meaner by their sight.
He saw one kill and eat another after a fight.

When they came closer, a look sank his heart.
It almost froze in an attack, needing a restart.

He was really scared, but what made him grim.
Was the fact that everyone looked just like him.

Unable to believe his eyes, standing still as a line.
Sight of himself, sending a chill down his spine.

To finish off a delinquent son using new litter.
Perhaps the revenge of a mother hurt & bitter.

Has sibling rivalry got such bizarre proportions?
Did his brothers and sisters copy his distortions?

The monsters manners turning meek and mellow.
Unsure if to hide or to step ahead and say ‘hello’.

Controlling both his visible fear and invisible rage.

He decided to lie low, and situation to better gauge.

He learnt with time that they were not a big troupe.
Fighting with each other, there was many a group.

Realising they must not be ones his mother sent.
Made him feel better and at the same time repent.

However, It did not help lessen his unholy feeling.
That on his own estate, he was living by stealing.

Yet another mortal fear soon upon him was cast.
As he realised, his stealing was not going to last.

With so many feeding, the food will soon run out.
Nothing to conceal or steal, all will die; no doubt.

For his mother and siblings, he spared a thought.
Their poor lives, with more danger, were fraught.

But what could he do to prevent the inevitable?
To fight and win his adversaries, he was unable.

His cunning started working, he started to think.
If only in the formidable foe, he found any chink.

But the ones he could take on and kill were none.
And slaying them all was easier said than done.

He spent several years stealing food and hiding.
With time, it became more strenuous, surviving.

Once a huge monster, he found, stood in his way.
And did not find, any chance of him getting away.

Faced with a prospect that he could soon be dead.
He threw a rock at the monster; crushing his head.

The monster was dead below, the One was elated.
It seemed key to a lasting survival, he had created.

The weapon, available in plenty and easy to use.
He decided to go for winning the war, and no truce.

He started killing his big enemies in full measure.
Seeing the splattered brains and deriving pleasure.

Exerting his new power, he even made some allies.
Swearing loyalty to him, they went back in disguise.

Soon the number of enemies was fast declining.
And more of the enemies with him were aligning.

Sensing prospects that his desolation soon ends.
He started designing plans to finish all his friends.

Resting on a hilltop one day, he got a rude shock.
He heard a bang and saw a crater made by a rock.

Some of his trusted allies had leaked his secret.
Treacherous minds shall, treachery always beget.

Numerous monsters had him totally surrounded.
Bugle of the war to finish him they had sounded.

He jumped onto the valley below, started to run.
Not helping his cause, shining was a bright Sun.

The earth under his feet caught in a wild vibration.
A huge rock nearly missed him and his salvation.

Stunned, he looked around for any kind of shelter.
There was none, he started running helter-skelter.

A rock thrown at him missed by a stroke of luck.
As he fell down in a ditch, just in time could duck.

His situation now even more perilous, he cried.
“Help me mother” as pulling himself out he tried.

The mighty monster turned a child for a moment.
Will mother’s blessings save him from the torment?

He extricated himself out, avoiding more attacks.
And started running on what seemed like tracks.

Faint memories of time gone by started appearing.
Seeing his mother & her lullabies he was hearing.

He recognized the tracks, from time he was small.
He made them walking daily on grass thick & tall.

Young, he ran on this track with uninhibited joy.
A caring mother and family made him a happy boy.

Now scurrying for life, like a dazed, scared mouse.
He was running towards his own mother’s house.

The monsters in pursuit, projectiles advancing.
All through, on his head death was dancing.

Some rocks grazing him, some falling in front.
Burly monsters pressing on behind him in hunt.

He threw a rock back and struck one of them down.
Still running, hoping to disappear, looking around.

He was reaching near the home his mother lived.
Whose dreams for him, he had made short-lived.

Stung by a massive pain as a rock struck his leg.
They wouldn’t grant him life even if he were to beg.

Murder on everyone’s mind, without any cause.
Writhing in pain and running with a limp he was.

Looking back for a moment made him more morose.
Coming from three sides they were now very close.

Closer home, situation turned graver, scenario dim.
No hope of his tiny mother and siblings saving him.

His body twisted, a rock struck breaking his spine.
“Save your sinner son, O great mother of mine!”.

She saw all and heard all, but was utterly helpless.
Her heart went out for him but she had to confess.

For the rest of her children, She now more cared.
Little, innocent souls, running all around scared.

The estate was in shambles, scarred everywhere.
A great and noble mother, now a picture of despair.

How long could he avoid it, came a deafening boom.
Time stood still. His head had split. It was the doom.

A rock had struck his head, more were on the way.
His knees wobbling and his body began to sway.

His brothers and sisters stopping; looking up high.
Their lifelong tormentor seemed one with the sky.

A shadow engulfing them specter easy to comprehend.
His body was on an uncontrollable downward descend.

Run as they may, pray as they may, be as they may be.
Some of them may get away but all could never flee.

He fell with a loud thud trapping his many a sibling.
Children of a mother lying lifeless, blood dribbling.

No sooner they stopped rejoicing after killing the one.
They started fighting one another, their unity undone.

As the monsters found one another to continue fight.
Some surviving siblings came back in moon lit night.

Looking all around and under, they shrieked and fled.
Trapped under her own son’s body lay a mother dead.

When nuclear weapons rained, It was a day in future.
With gluttony & greed, man killed his mother nature.

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The Chosen One

2009-11-14T02:04:00.000-08:00

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A mother’s prayers answered, a child was born.
To his welfare and well-being, she was sworn.

Looking at her unique creation, she was charmed.
When he touched her softly, her heart warmed.

Beautiful, adorable and having skin so mild,
He was the proud mother’s most special child.

Of the many children, he was her favourite son.
He received extra care; he was the ‘Chosen One’.

She gave him everything she had with smiles.
Love, food, water and shelter of many miles.

Although she loved all her daughters and sons.
Yet, was more the mother of the Chosen One’s.

A remarkable, loving, caring and doting mother.
She only thought of her brood and none other.

To prepare for challenges in life ahead, that lay.
She protected and provided them in every way.

Infants became kids and aware of their mother.
She always fed them, from an ever full udder.

A mother so good, any child would have, rather.
The kids never knew & never missed the father.

Playing in the fields, they started growing fast.
Many things to play with, in an estate so vast.

They were all talented, and amazingly skilled.
Swam, jumped or ran at speeds that thrilled.

The Chosen One had a talent, the mother noted.
Though the youngest, every one He dominated.

The mother realised the Chosen One had arrived.
When many grave accidents, He easily survived.

Even stronger bond developed between the both.
As emotionally too, he showed superior growth.

Like a typical mother, she had nurtured a dream.
Beautiful grandchildren perpetuating her being.

Happy family for generations, all she could see.
But Little did she know, it was not going to be.

A little older, the One once to win a tough race.
Kicking his brothers, he fell & scarred his face.

The mother saddened, the chosen one had flaw!
If she could, his lovely face, she would redraw.

She thought time would make the scar vanish.
She could not bear to see on Him any blemish.

Sometimes later, watching him break her rules.
She let Him carry on, even as he used tools.

As He turned a teen, cause of more anxiety.
“Cruel, mean and selfish”, cried the society.

She shrugged it off, as growing years’ plot.
For Him she had strong love and a weak spot.

Mother was ecstatic, her brood had expanded.
Still, the best from her, only He commanded.

As time went by, things kept on changing.
Some were good, some not so encouraging.

Soon, came an event, no one really observed.
His facial features, just a little bit, had curved.

As His own body set upon itself, to re-arrange.
He felt from deep within, an oncoming change.

His face became larger, as He grew in height.
Did He grow so much or just stood upright?

More changes were happening, altering Him.
Some occurred externally, some from within.

His head grew larger as His hands and feet.
All His elder brothers, He could now defeat.

A strange cunning appeared in gentle eyes.
His cute facial features, heading for demise.

The mother noticed one day, her heart broke.
The voice of the One, was starting to croak.

She prayed for the best, even herself trying.
Her love and care, unaffected and undying.

The process continued, as His body expanded.
More of everything He needed, He demanded.

He too resented His body in a new formation.
The process set-in for complete transformation.

His Skin knotted at many places, like thorns.
Then He felt His skull, pierced by tiny horns.

Huge paws, pointy ears and long sharp teeth.
His conversion into a monster now complete.

The mother despaired at Her son’s physique.
But still loved him, even as a nature’s freak.

She often thought fondly of His younger days.
When He first walked and His innocent plays.

Head held high, hallucinating and in a rush.
Under his feet, his siblings he would crush.

Mother’s pet no more, what had He become.
It was just the beginning of things to come.

His colossal mass, always demanding food.
She kept feeding him, and the rest of brood.

The mother worked overtime, to keep all fed.
Worried about future, but no tears she shed.

Eventually came a time, so far unthinkable.
To feed her children, the mother was unable.

His hunger was feeding on him causing pain.
Making him beg and steal and driving insane.

After the unthinkable came the unimaginable.
To survive and grow, He turned into a cannibal.

She kept on loving him; giving all she could.
How can a mother’s heart be really understood?

His brothers & sisters ran from him in a bid
To save their lives, got scattered away and hid.

She almost got trampled herself, she knew.
She was just a speck, from His point of view.

Running around amok for anything edible.
Tiny child to Titan wild, change so incredible.

Not finding enough to feed, made him irate.
He left house to explore the rest of the estate.

Digging, cutting, sweeping His way through.
Serious obstacles in his way were very few.

He noticed, feeding freely, now omnivorous.
The estate had no fences making it porous.

He fed happily for years, a mother’s lost baby.
One word defined Her entire world ‘maybe’.

Maybe the clock will reverse, time will change.
Maybe He will call for her leaving the estrange.

Maybe, He will become normal & come home.
Maybe the family will not see Him as a gnome.

Whenever everything at a place the One ate.
He Moved on to unexplored parts of the estate.

Things to eat aplenty, and at every new place.
He would feed for years, defecate and deface.

Then He would move to an uncharted location.
Making it, for many more years, His destination.

He kept devouring everything at a fast pace.
But the estate was not going to lose the race.

Figuring he could keep eating and move on.
No one to restrain him, no one looking on.

He kept eating for what seemed like forever.
Forgetting he had a purpose in life, however.

He did think of his mother, he broke her heart.
But was unable to help it, from the very start.

In a far corner, She had gathered herself back.
Some children returned home and life on track.

She still loved Him and until the very end.
She forgot her son, she couldn’t pretend.

She had blamed herself for His form and fate.
And wanted him back, gently opening the gate.

Far from her, the monster started to dance.
Now forgetting everything, as if in a trance.

More at a faster rate, he started to consume.
Would he become normal, or see his doom.

Setting for a new site, for the first time ever.
The monster got scared which he was never.

He realised, dejected, that he was not alone.
He could no longer call the estate his own.

It had been broken-in and invaded by outsiders.
Out to eat all the provisions and the providers.

A sight he could not believe could be true.
It was what hit him like a bolt from the blue.

So as not to be seen, he pulled himself away.
As a column of gigantic figures came his way.

Millions of monster steps making earth shake.
Approaching ever closer, as a swirling snake.

They were bigger and meaner by their sight.
He saw one kill and eat another after a fight.

When they came closer, a look sank his heart.
It almost froze in an attack, needing a restart.

He was really scared, but what made him grim.
Was the fact that everyone looked just like him.

Unable to believe his eyes, standing still as a line.
Sight of himself, sending a chill down his spine.

To finish off a delinquent son using new litter.
Perhaps the revenge of a mother hurt & bitter.

Has sibling rivalry got such bizarre proportions?
Did his brothers and sisters copy his distortions?

The monsters manners turning meek and mellow.
Unsure if to hide or to step ahead and say ‘hello’.

Controlling both his visible fear and invisible rage.

He decided to lie low, and situation to better gauge.

He learnt with time that they were not a big troupe.
Fighting with each other, there was many a group.

Realising they must not be ones his mother sent.
Made him feel better and at the same time repent.

However, It did not help lessen his unholy feeling.
That on his own estate, he was living by stealing.

Yet another mortal fear soon upon him was cast.
As he realised, his stealing was not going to last.

With so many feeding, the food will soon run out.
Nothing to conceal or steal, all will die; no doubt.

For his mother and siblings, he spared a thought.
Their poor lives, with more danger, were fraught.

But what could he do to prevent the inevitable?
To fight and win his adversaries, he was unable.

His cunning started working, he started to think.
If only in the formidable foe, he found any chink.

But the ones he could take on and kill were none.
And slaying them all was easier said than done.

He spent several years stealing food and hiding.
With time, it became more strenuous, surviving.

Once a huge monster, he found, stood in his way.
And did not find, any chance of him getting away.

Faced with a prospect that he could soon be dead.
He threw a rock at the monster; crushing his head.

The monster was dead below, the One was elated.
It seemed key to a lasting survival, he had created.

The weapon, available in plenty and easy to use.
He decided to go for winning the war, and no truce.

He started killing his big enemies in full measure.
Seeing the splattered brains and deriving pleasure.

Exerting his new power, he even made some allies.
Swearing loyalty to him, they went back in disguise.

Soon the number of enemies was fast declining.
And more of the enemies with him were aligning.

Sensing prospects that his desolation soon ends.
He started designing plans to finish all his friends.

Resting on a hilltop one day, he got a rude shock.
He heard a bang and saw a crater made by a rock.

Some of his trusted allies had leaked his secret.
Treacherous minds shall, treachery always beget.

Numerous monsters had him totally surrounded.
Bugle of the war to finish him they had sounded.

He jumped onto the valley below, started to run.
Not helping his cause, shining was a bright Sun.

The earth under his feet caught in a wild vibration.
A huge rock nearly missed him and his salvation.

Stunned, he looked around for any kind of shelter.
There was none, he started running helter-skelter.

A rock thrown at him missed by a stroke of luck.
As he fell down in a ditch, just in time could duck.

His situation now even more perilous, he cried.
“Help me mother” as pulling himself out he tried.

The mighty monster turned a child for a moment.
Will mother’s blessings save him from the torment?

He extricated himself out, avoiding more attacks.
And started running on what seemed like tracks.

Faint memories of time gone by started appearing.
Seeing his mother & her lullabies he was hearing.

He recognized the tracks, from time he was small.
He made them walking daily on grass thick & tall.

Young, he ran on this track with uninhibited joy.
A caring mother and family made him a happy boy.

Now scurrying for life, like a dazed, scared mouse.
He was running towards his own mother’s house.

The monsters in pursuit, projectiles advancing.
All through, on his head death was dancing.

Some rocks grazing him, some falling in front.
Burly monsters pressing on behind him in hunt.

He threw a rock back and struck one of them down.
Still running, hoping to disappear, looking around.

He was reaching near the home his mother lived.
Whose dreams for him, he had made short-lived.

Stung by a massive pain as a rock struck his leg.
They wouldn’t grant him life even if he were to beg.

Murder on everyone’s mind, without any cause.
Writhing in pain and running with a limp he was.

Looking back for a moment made him more morose.
Coming from three sides they were now very close.

Closer home, situation turned graver, scenario dim.
No hope of his tiny mother and siblings saving him.

His body twisted, a rock struck breaking his spine.
“Save your sinner son, O great mother of mine!”.

She saw all and heard all, but was utterly helpless.
Her heart went out for him but she had to confess.

For the rest of her children, She now more cared.
Little, innocent souls, running all around scared.

The estate was in shambles, scarred everywhere.
A great and noble mother, now a picture of despair.

How long could he avoid it, came a deafening boom.
Time stood still. His head had split. It was the doom.

A rock had struck his head, more were on the way.
His knees wobbling and his body began to sway.

His brothers and sisters stopping; looking up high.
Their lifelong tormentor seemed one with the sky.

A shadow engulfing them specter easy to comprehend.
His body was on an uncontrollable downward descend.

Run as they may, pray as they may, be as they may be.
Some of them may get away but all could never flee.

He fell with a loud thud trapping his many a sibling.
Children of a mother lying lifeless, blood dribbling.

No sooner they stopped rejoicing after killing the one.
They started fighting one another, their unity undone.

As the monsters found one another to continue fight.
Some surviving siblings came back in moon lit night.

Looking all around and under, they shrieked and fled.
Trapped under his own son’s body lay a mother dead.

When nuclear weapons rained, It was a day in future.
With gluttony & greed, man killed his mother nature.

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I Will Be Happy

2009-11-14T01:57:00.001-08:00

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I will never be a billionaire.
Or even a small millionaire.
I am neither the smartest.
Nor, perhaps the brightest.
But I will be happy.
Money can not buy happiness,
I shop free but not any less.

I am not the charming prince.
Do not possess tact to convince.
My body, perfection it lacks.
I am unlikely to have six packs.
But I will be happy.
Money can not buy happiness,
I shop free but not any less.

I am not going to be a super hero.
Honest fact is, I am a big zero.
Magical powers I do not possess.
Luck to me, God has yet to bless.
But I will be happy.
Money can not buy happiness,
I shop free but nonetheless.

I Will not be tall and handsome.
Celebrity, I can never become.
I will never make girls swoon;
Neither can I pluck the moon.
But I will be happy.
Money can not buy happiness
I shop free but not any less.

Guns will not be saluting me;
Neither paparazzi shooting me.
Traffic will not give me way.
I am unlikely to have my say.
But I will be happy.
Money can not buy happiness
I shop free but not any less.

I do not possess any fine talent.
If I do have any, they are latent.
I can barely make a small living.
And I still have some for giving.
For I am happy.
Money can not buy happiness
I shop free but not any less.

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I Will Be Happy

2009-11-14T01:57:00.000-08:00

मेरे ख़त का जवाब

2009-11-14T01:54:00.001-08:00

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मेरे ख़त का आपसे, जवाब आया.
कल रात मुझे, खूबसूरत ख्वाब आया.

चमन के गुल से, ये मुलाक़ात थी,
लौटकर मैं घर, बाग़ - बाग़ आया.

कोई भी कोना अब, न अंधेरा रहे,
खुद चल के मेरे घर, आफ़ताब आया.

तन्हाई के मेरे दिन, बीतते कैसे,
तेरा ग़म मेरे काम, बेहिसाब आया.

चुपके मिलने की शिकन , न बात फैले,
मिलना था ओढ़कर, वो नकाब आया.

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मेरे ख़त का जवाब

2009-11-14T01:54:00.000-08:00

ईद का दिन

2009-11-14T01:52:00.001-08:00

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रोशनी में नहाई फिज़ा, के ईद का दिन है.
हंसी ख़ुशी का माहौल हुआ, के ईद का दिन है.

हवा में है शोखी, अब ख़ुशी हर चेहरे पे,
कई दिनों में मौका मिला, के ईद का दिन है.

हजारों सर सजदे में, ख़ुदा-ए-पाक़ की इबादत,
हो खुशहाल मेरा घर भी, के ईद का दिन है.

गले मिलें दोस्त-दुश्मन, साफ़ दिल हो गए,
अब प्यार का है मौसम, के ईद का दिन है.

ख़ुदा मेरी नेकियों के बदले, हो इनायत जहां को ईद,
अमन - चैन हो दुनियां में, के ईद का दिन है.

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ईद का दिन

2009-11-14T01:52:00.000-08:00

पलकें हुईं बंद मेरी...

2009-11-14T01:49:00.001-08:00

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पलकें हुईं बंद मेरी, तुम हर तरफ हर जगह, पर नज़र आये.
पहरे बिठाये जहां नें, हम को तुम से जुदा कर दिया, हम मगर आये,

मिलकर कभी अब न बिछडें, आओ दुआ अब ये मांगें,
दिल मेरा तब तक ही धडके, जब तक चलें तेरी सांसें,
चेहरा तेरा में न देखूं, रात ऐसी न हो कभी, न सहर आये.

तुम सामने मेरे बैठो, तन्हाईयां उठ के चल दें,
गाने लगें सारे पंछी, मौसम भी रंगत बदल दें,
मंजिल मिलेगी न कैसे, रस्ते में जो मेरा, हमसफ़र आये.

नाजुक तेरी बाहें जकडें, मुश्किल हैं खुद को छुडाना,
आँखों में जादू वो तेरे, मुमकिन नहीं दूर जाना,
मरके भी आह न निकले, प्यार से मारने का तुझे, वो हुनर आये.

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पलकें हुईं बंद मेरी...

2009-11-14T01:49:00.000-08:00

ज़िक्र-ए-मयख़ाना

2009-11-14T01:46:00.001-08:00

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क्यों ज़िक्र-ए-मयख़ाना किया तुमने,
मेरी प्यास को, दीवाना किया तुमने.

भरते घावों पर भी, मरहम लगा दी,
क्यों हमला, क़ातिलाना किया तुमने.

साये में जिस्म क्यों, जलता है मेरा,
कहने को तो, शामियाना किया तुमने.

ख़ंजर मुझे दिया, के ख़ुदक़ुशी कर लूं,
क्या खूब पेश, नज़राना किया तुमने.

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ज़िक्र-ए-मयख़ाना

2009-11-14T01:46:00.000-08:00

सावन की पहली रात

2009-11-14T01:44:00.001-08:00

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लो इस बरस के सावन की पहली रात आ गई.
बहुत भूलना चाहा, तुम्हारी याद आ गई.

वो जब पपीहे ने छेडी, तान मीठी डाल पर,
वो जब उमंग ने झांका, दिल से घूंघट निकाल कर,
किया सभी ने ये इशारा, के बरसात आ गयी.
लो इस...

चले भी आओ के सावन में बेरुख़ी कैसी,
हम जैसे दिल के मारों से, दिल्लगी कैसी,
सिवा तुम्हारे दिल के हर ख़ुशी, मेरे हाथ आ गयी,
लो इस...

क्यों इस बहार में करवाते हो, इंतज़ार अपना,
ख़ुशी से दे सको तो दो, मुझको प्यार अपना,
लो नाम प्यार का सुन कर यहां, हयात आ गयी,
लो इस...

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सावन की पहली रात

2009-11-14T01:44:00.000-08:00

एक हसीना

2009-11-14T01:41:00.001-08:00

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ना पूछो मेरे यारो, क्यों मेरा दिल टूटा है...
एक हसीना ने लूटा है.

खाई थी कसम ना मुकरेंगे, हम अपने पक्के वादों से,
कुछ करले जहां ना बदलेंगे, अपने मजबूत इरादों से,
खाई थी कसम, इस बात से. धरती, सूरज, दिन रात से,
लो प्यार के हर जज्बात से, वो मुकर गया हर बात से,

ना करना यकीं तुमे वादों का, हर वादा इनका झूठा है...
एक हसीना ने लूटा है.

देखो तो सनम के चेहरे को, बिखरी है उसकी लट काली,
इन गोरे-गोरे गलों पे, छाई है गुस्से की लाली,
उन्हें प्यार पे गुस्सा आता है, हमें गुस्से पे प्यार आता है,
दिल यार को पास बुलाता है, और उसको बहुत मनाता है,

क्या कहना हसीं मेरे यार का, ख़ता करके जो रूठा है...
एक हसीना ने लूटा है.

एक वख्त था सारी दुनियां ये, लगती थी हमको बहुत हसीं,
कह राह से गुज़र जाने का, हमको था खुद पर पूरा यकीं,
फिर आया एक दिन वो ऐसा, कुछ रहा नहीं पहले जैसा,
सुख चैन मेरा गया पैसा, ये मैंने रोग लिया कैसा,

जबसे हुआ है प्यार मुझे, खुशियों से साथ मेरा छूटा है...
एक हसीना ने लूटा है.

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एक हसीना

2009-11-14T01:41:00.000-08:00

क्रांति की तलाश में

2009-11-14T01:35:00.001-08:00

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सुनाई देते हैं,

अज्ञात दिशाओं से कभी
धमकी भरे स्वर,
मैं समर्थ हूं, शक्तिवान हूं,
मेरा विरोध किया तो,
नष्ट कर दूंगा तुम्हें.

मैं जानता हूं,
यह गीदड़-भभकी नहीं,
एक समर्थ का शोर है,
किन्तु देशप्रेम से ओतप्रोत,
खोखला दुनियादारी से,
ह्रदय लिये मैं
सत्य की सूनी राह पर
कदम बढ़ता हूं,
और फ़ौरन ही
जकड़ लिया जाता हूं.

कोई कहता है,
"इसे फांसी दे दो",
"गोली से उड़ा दो", दूसरी आवाज़ आती है,
"आज लंका से विभीषण निकल रहा था,
अच्छा हुआ समय रहते हाथ आ गया".

इसी शोरोगुल के बीच
मैं स्वयं को,
असत्य, अत्याचार, रिश्वत, भ्रष्टाचार
के भीड़ भरे, किन्तु सुगम रास्ते पर
असहाय खडा पाता हूं.
मैं चलना नहीं चाहता,
किन्तु घसीट लिया जाता हूं.

तब, मेरी नज़र,
इस राह के कुछ,
पुराने पथिकों पर पड़ती है,
जो, मंज़िल से अनभिग्य
चलते ही जा रहे हैं.
शायद चलने ही के लिये!

मुझे देख कई मुखाकृतियों पर,
लज्जा और ग्लानि के,
अद्रश्य भाव आते हैं.
हाँ, कुछ विरले ऐसे भी है,
जो मुझे देखकर, घूरकर
मुझे ही शर्मिंदा करना चाहते हैं,
-किन्तु बहुत कम.

में अब तक,
काफ़ी सफ़र तय कर चुका हूं.
मुझे अपवादों के सिवा,
कोई एसा नहीं मिला,
जो अपनी यात्रा से संतुष्ट हो.
सब खिन्न हैं, उद्विग्न हैं,
और अपने आस-पास बिखरा
अपने कृत्यों का कीचड़
दूसरों पर उछालने की
चेष्टा करते हैं.
क्योंकि वो जानते हैं कि,
यदि इसे शीघ्र यहाँ से,
न हटाया गया,
तो अन्य कोई,
पत्थर मारकर,
उन्हें गन्दा कर जाएगा.

फिर भी, बचता कोई नहीं है
कीचड़ सब पर लगा है,
सब जानते हुए भी
केवल दूसरों का कीचड़ इंगित करते हैं.

अंगुलियाँ ही अंगुलियाँ हैं
कीचड़ सनी अंगुलियाँ.

मैं कईयों के निकट संपर्क में आया.
उनके पास ह्रदय था ! विचार भी !!

में इस निष्कर्ष पर पर पंहुचा,
कि कोई इस राह पर चलना नहीं चाहता.
लेकिन वे चल रहे हैं
एक का चलना
दूसरों को चलता है,
और दूसरे का चलना देख,
पहला और तेज कदम बढ़ाता है.

भयाक्रांत सब सोच रहे हैं,
कि दूसरे यह पथ छोड़ें
तो वे भी मुक्ति पायें.
किन्तु...

अब
सब
चलते हैं चुपचाप
इंतज़ार में
जब
इस पथ से
किसी पथिक का
कोई वास्ता न रह जाएगा
अत्याचार न रहेगा,
भ्रष्टाचार मिट जाएगा,

अब,
सब,
चलते हैं,
चुपचाप,
किसी क्रांति की तलाश में.

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क्रांति की तलाश में

2009-11-14T01:35:00.000-08:00

O Mother !

2009-11-14T01:28:00.001-08:00

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O Mother !

I will miss your tender love,

I will miss your loving care,
For the reason, that is all above,
Because O! mother, I won’t be there.

I wanted to sit on your lap,
I wanted to be with no one other,
I will tell the angels what I feel,
O! how I wanted to call you mother.

I had dreamt of stealing cookies,
Hiding behind a pillow or bed,
Giggling with joy and hugging you tight,
Whenever you caught me red-handed.

Laughing and loving, talking and playing,
We could spend our time thus,
Telling the stories, running and singing,
If only, I had lived long enough.

One each for love, hugs, caring and giving,
One each for joy, smile, sharing and a new world,
One for watching a part of you growing,
You would have got all nine months’ worth.

You would not be dressing me now,
You would not be feeding me,
Hope you took the right decision,
Guess you would not be needing me.

Getting torn to pieces before the birth,
Was sure very painful, but I am instead,
Thinking of God’s greatest creation on earth,
Who couldn’t give funeral to her child dead.

O! How I would love to be your child,
Crawling over you, showing my little dance,
Feeling your sweet love and touch so mild,
Won’t you mother, next time give me a chance?

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O Mother !

2009-11-14T01:28:00.000-08:00

With You

2009-11-14T01:18:00.001-08:00

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WITH YOU

I felt all alone in this universe.
Existence seemed like a Curse.

Now with you, everything is new.
Fresh & untouched, morning dew.

The minutes separate from time.
Thrilling, like a forbidden crime.

The world becomes so small.
Your eyes so big, I could fall.

Hypnotized, fixed to your eyes.
Then you blink, the spell dies.

Each breath out, starts a storm
Making new desires take form.

Blood shooting, tearing veins.
I Love you, my heart proclaims.

Numb, to feel any other touch.
Dumb founded, to think much.

Everything around is so quiet.
My delirious heart, running riot.

Sitting in a Crowd, I am alone.
The time with you, is my own.

Oblivious to all, reasons obvious.
A moment with you is most precious.

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With You

2009-11-14T01:18:00.000-08:00

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WITH YOU