Rings of Smoke

These poems do not live: it's a sad diagnosis.

udaasi

Posted on | August 16, 2007 | Comments Off

waqt ki talaash hoti hai..
hamein,manzilon pe ja ke bhi,
raaston ki talash hoti hai..
ujala rehta hai hamare aas-pass,
par na jaane kyon,
andheron ki talaash hoti hai.

simat jaate hain baanhon se chhitak ke zingdi ke ehsaas,
nahi rehti ab dil me khushiyon ki guzarish,
udaas si khushiyon ke saaye chha jaate hain,
saanso pe lipat-te sehme se dhuein ki tarah,
aur khumaari reh reh ke le jaati hai hamein,
zulfon ke us saaye me jo hamara nahi..
ye gham kaise hain hum nahi jaante,
andhere ki lehron me kho jaana bhi nahi aata.

siyahi agar dil me bas jaye to acha ho,
khushiyon ka naquaab utar jaaye to accha ho,
teri yaad na aaye koi gham nahi,
ye zindagi ab hasr ho jaaye to accha ho.

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