Rings of Smoke

Ae Ishq Humein Barbaad Na Kar

arz hai…

‘jeene ke arzoo me mare ja rahe hain log;
marne ki arzoo me jiye ja raha hiin main.’
(chaapoed from a hindi movie)

two short poems

i would tell
the moon to
stay away from you,’cause
i get jealous-
the idiot goes where ever it might.
pull the curtains when you sleep
(and i thank the tree outside your room),
from where it tries to peek in every night.
***
chand se mujhko
bas itni shikayat hai
tumhe raaton ko jagata hai,
kabhi, chupke se tumhe chhuu ke
hamara dil jalata hai.
keh do us [...]

jaage hain

~~jaage hain deir tak,humein kuch der soney do,
thodi si raat aur hai,subah to hone do.
aadhe adhoore khwaab, jo poore na ho sake,
ek baar fir se neend mein,wo khwaab bone do~~

mil kar chalein,chalo,sabhi tanhayiyon se duur,
palkon ki neeli jheel mein,aansoo dubone do.
bikhri huyi si hasratein,parwaan fir chadhe,
khushiyon se dil hai bhar chuka,ab gham sanjone do.

reh jaye [...]

Pita-Putra

subah ke dhundhalke me,
ap mujhe tab tak jaga hua dekh ke
thithak jaate hain,
par kuch kehte nahi,
usi khamoshi se aage badh jaate hain.
hum kabhi bahut kareeb nahi rahe,
na jaane kitne saalon se,
jab bhi main ghar aata tha,
aap aise hi, mujhe duur se dekhte rahe,
rukte,aur fir khamoshi se badh jaate.
shayad kuch baate jubaan pe aake ruk jaati [...]

kaafi dino baad gaon jaane par

mera gaon chhota ho gaya hai,
tukron me banta hua sa,
kisi ne samuhik bageeche ka
apna hissa khod diya hai,
bachche ab waha cricket nahi khelte,
school ke chaaro taraf ek deewar ban gayi hai,
jiske upar taar lagi huyi hai.
kuch logon ne ghar ke saamne baad laga di hai,
aur ab,phool deewaron ke peeche khilte hain,
unke bachche bhi wahin rehte [...]

agar do izazat

Kuch soone se lamhe maange ijazat
Ki tum gar kaho, hum koi geet gaayein
Udasi ke nagme, dabi baat ko
Dehekte labon se zara gungunaein
Agar do ijazat kabhi yunhi zinda
Nigahon nigahon mein hum muskuraein
Koi saaz ho na koi sur mile,
kabhi ankhon mein yunhi sapne khile
udasi ke gul bhi kabhi khilkhilayein
Kabhi yunhi milte, kabhi rah chalte,
Jo tum mujhko dekho, [...]

chahat

main,aksar,pareshan ho jata hoon,
tumhare baare me sochte huye,
nirash sa,
kabhi ye pyar bhi bojhil lagne lagta hai,
jab main ye sochta hoon,
ki kya paya tum.ne mujh.se-
gham ke siwa,
shayad ek adhoori si tanhayee
jisme main nahi ho ke bhi hoon,
ya ek adhoori si poorn.ta,
jahan main ho ke bhi nahi hoon,
ajeeb si daastan jeete hain-
main aur tum,
jahan nahi hona shayad [...]

bewazah

main khidkiyon ke parde gira deta hoon,
udaas raat me thake huye chand ki roshni se door,
tanha baitha,uljhe huye khayalon me khoya,
bun.te rahta hoon main nit naye jaal,
aur fans.te rehta hoon bechain sa un.mein,
jab main jhunjhala jaata hoon khud se,
main andhere me khud ko chhupa leta hoon.
tanhayee bikher deti betarteeb umeedon ke panne,
aur simat.ne lagti hai [...]

raeth

main ab bhi tumhe sochta hoon,
sagaar kinare baitha,tanha,
sun.ta lahron ka kolahal,
mehsoos karta hoon main,
apne chehre pe hawa ki salwatein,
main kadam badhata hoon lehron ki oor,
jahan,raeth aur paani mil jaate hain,
ek ajnabi se mel me,
aur main khara dekhta hoon,
saanjh ke dhundhle ujaalon me,
hawaon pe apne haathon ki andekhi lakeerein,
jin.se bikharte hain mere khwaab,
aur hawa me bante [...]

90 days

kuch aisi baat hai jo kahi nahi jati,
tum ab bhikhwab ban ke aankhon me aati ho,
aur udaasi ban ke dil pe bikhar jaati ho.
tumhari hansi yaad aati hai kabhi,
chhanakte ghungroo pehne raat shabnam bikher rahi ho jaise,
ya kuch bolte bolte tumhara yuun khamosh ho jaana,
mano khusboo bikherti hawa,
ek-a-ek tham jaaye..
tumhara muskurana,tumhaari aankhein,tumhari zulphein,
tumhare hone ka [...]

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