Posts Tagged ‘night’
वो रात
बहुत दिनों चली आंखों-२ में बात,
आज हो गयी सच में मुलाक़ात,
बहाने मिले, न ढूँढने पड़े,
तभी थे आमने सामने खड़े।
वो आई कपड़े पहनकर गुलाबी,
उसके कजरारे नैन लग रहे शराबी,
बड़ी मासूमियत से मुखवाणी निकाली,
है उसकी जुल्फें या घटा काली-काली।
आज लग रही वो सम्पूर्ण नारी,
पांडू के बाद हाय मेरी मती हारी,
कामदेव का बाण चल ही गया,
सारा संसार लगने लगा नया।
होने लगी पुष्प की वर्षा,
बजने लगी प्रेम की त्रिवेणी,
इतने दिनों का इंतज़ार,
कर रहा था हमें जार-जार।
लगा था जैसे बीती हों सदियाँ,
बहने दो आज स्नेह की नदियाँ
बंधे सारे तार, झुके सारे नैन,
दिल को करार औ हृदय को चैन।
दो जिस्म एक हो ही गए,
दोनों के नयन भी एक हुए,
उसके गाल पर काला तिल,
बन ही गया हमारा दिल।।
सवा तीन रात के
गुमनाम अँधेरा छाया है,
चाँद भी खिल न पाया है,
नीरस मन बिन बरसात के,
सवा तीन बजें जब रात के।
झींगुर मधुर ध्वनि चेते,
कुकुर भी जैसे गूँज गान,
रोग अनिद्रा मारे जोर,
सवा तीन बजें जब रात के।
कोई फुटपाथ पे है सोया,
कोई बिन आंसूं के है रोया,
सब मारे हैं हालत के,
सवा तीन बजें जब रात के।
पंखा सर सर कर चलता,
जैसे सन्नाटे को दबा रहा,
डर लगता हल्की आहट से ,
सवा तीन बजें जब रात के।
पानी पी-२ कर बहला मन,
उत्तर दक्षिण, दक्षिण उत्त्तर,
संजीदा बिन ज़ज्बात के,
सवा तीन बजें जब रात के।
घोड़े दिमाग, दौड़े सरपट,
चेतना पहुंचे चरम सीमा,
सोच पाये पार संसार के,
सवा तीन बजें जब रात के।
ध्यान लगा, तो परम पहर,
अशांत तो काली रात बने,
मृत जीवित हो अंतर धूमिल,
सवा तीन बजें जब रात के।।
औ मैं सो जाऊं
निकला था मंजिल की ओर,
अच्छा हो रास्ता खो जाऊं,
एक चाह अधूरी हो पूरी,
हो अँधेरा औ मैं सो जाऊं॥
हैं थकी थकी आँखें मेरी,
औ फटी फटी सी बातें हैं,
पूछ-२ पता मैं त्रस्त हुआ,
न ही मिले, अब यही दुआ॥
जब खाने को हो फ़क्त हवा,
औ पीने को आंसूं न कम हौं,
थर-२ कर काँपे देह मेरी,
चाहे भट्टी सी गरमाई हो॥
नाम ख़ाक, काहे की साख,
झुका के सर, औ कटा नाक,
केशों में रेंगती जूं भी अब,
मेरा लहू पीने से बचती है॥
देखा था सपना जो कभी,
बस धुंधला सा याद आता है,
ताश के पत्तों से बने महल,
क्या हवा का झोंका सह पाए?
जन्नत हैं जाना सब चाहते,
ऐसा हो जहन्नुम मैं जाऊं,
एक चाह अधूरी हो पूरी,
हो अँधेरा औ मैं सो जाऊं॥
Coz of You
I skip a beat,
Dancing retreat,
Turn up the heat,
Your white suit.
I tend to faint,
Remain no Saint,
Feelings no quaint,
Your kajal eyes.
Feet tremble,
Words mumble,
Senses jumble,
Your wet hairs.
Voice chock,
Pocket broke,
Ears smoke,
Your shopping spree.
Blood rush,
Lots of blush,
Reason for crush,
Your smile.
Make me care,
Let no one stare,
Feelings rare,
Child in you.
Make me fight,
No wrong no right,
Awake at night,
My love for you.
A glorious year
रात जवां, अभी ढली नहीं
नश्तर से नैन तेरे चल जाते,
जब तब, घायल कर जाते,
दिल को मेरे हाय, तब तब,
थोडा ठहर, न हो रुखसत,
रात जवां, अभी ढली नहीं|
प्यारी सी हँसी, कोमल पंखुडियां,
होठ तेरे, ललचाते मुझको,
शर्म से लाल गाल तेरे,
कितना रोकूँ, तड़पाते मुझको,
थोडा ठहर, न हो रुखसत,
रात जवां, अभी ढली नहीं|
जब होती है तू उदास, रोता है,
मन मेरा, दुखता अन्दर कुछ मेरे,
मत बहाना कभी तू आंसू,
बहुत कीमती हैं, पूछ मुझसे,
थोडा ठहर, न हो रुखसत,
रात जवां, अभी ढली नहीं|
जुल्फें तेरी, उलझी सुलझी,
हर वक़्त तेरा जूझना उनसे,
पर जैसी भी हैं, भाता है मुझे,
उंगलियाँ जब फसती हैं मेरी,
थोडा ठहर, न हो रुखसत,
रात जवां, अभी ढली नहीं|
बचपना तेरा, इतराना, कट्टी,
हंस पड़ता हूँ, बंद आँखें करके,
मेरे छूने से होती सिरहन तुझे,
तुझे परेशां करता मैं हक़ से हूँ,
थोडा ठहर, न हो रुखसत,
रात जवान, अभी ढली नहीं|
जाना है तो जा, न पीछा
करूंगा मैं, बस निगाहें मेरी,
रुखसत भी हो गयी जो तू,
अहसास को कैसे ले जायेगी,
कितना भी दूर चली जा,
यह रात लौटकर फिर आएगी||
Same Same but Different
Last night I had this amazing dream. I woke up at night with lights flashing all over. A man with big mustache and vintage golden dress was standing tall, over me, and laughing loud. “Wake up, you lazy bugger, Wake up”. Sleepy and startled, my first reaction was to blame it on the overdose of Vodka that night. But soon the gravity of the situation or can I say the lack of it dawned on me. Aaj toh lag gayi Mamu!
He told me I was dead. Died of a certain Gastropathic attack. Gas! Couldn’t it have been something legendary? Like being attacked by flying dragons while jumping of a plane which collided with a UFO. Leave it. I died of Gas alright.
Here I was, one moment trying to realize my dreams, my future and the very next facing the shock of my demise. My whole life flashed before my eyes. Family, Friends, Future. What now? I begged, pleaded with my soul transporter. Let me live to make things work, make things right.
It’s hard to say that it was my lucky day, given that I just died. But he took pity to me which clearly didn’t seem to match his M.O. “There’s one condition though”, said he. “Here it comes” “Give me a reason to let You live. Hey it’s easy, “I have so much left to do in my life. Get married. Make a career. Have kids”. He gave me a smile. “You don’t seem to get my question. Why should I let You and not some other person, live”
I was just an answer away. Given that I have been writing exams all my life, it shouldn’t have been that difficult. But believe you me, however hard I tried, I couldn’t get an answer.
Have you ever thought? Trying to make a mark in life, a place for ourselves, we have ended up being clones of each other. Lost that very individuality that we have been craving for, fighting for. When I look outside my apartment all I see is blinking stars. Only they are not stars, they are other apartments. We are all boxed up. All flats look same. All work looks same. All roads look same. All blokes look same. How is my life any different to my fellow men?
Well, it only seems logical that we all be same. The funda of evolution revolves around learning and surviving. We learn from others, grab the best of all and apply to our lives. Thereby becoming a hybrid.
With the advent of cut throat competition, this cloning process has only hastened. Don’t you remember your mother/wife saying, “Pados waale Sharma ji jo TV laaye hain humein bhi wohi chaiye” Or a kid crying that he wants the new Play station which his friends have. You covet other mans wife, car, house, life.
If we look at it the other way round, “What’s the problem in being clones” After all we are all born humans. Same at birth. Same creator. Same creation. Why is the need to be different? Just that it doesn’t seem all that right to be part of a monotonous system. It just seem what can I say, unnatural.
The similarity doesn’t end with the lives we tread; it follows us to our grave. However hard we have tried to make our post-death ceremonies different, the truth is, after a certain point, nothing but dust remains.
Anyhow, I was not able to answer the question of the big mustached guy. Good that it was just a dream. Am not sure what I had done for real. Not even sure I really do care to be all that distinctive. I might try now and then, something out of the blue to be different. Might also be successful at that for a while. Till someone decides to catch up and steal my thunder of course.
The journey was jinxed! Not entirely my fault.
Blank Blank Blank. Tring!!! Tring!!! A pain burst across the head. What was the time? It has been just half an hour since I slept. Who could it be?
Me: Yes?
Caller: “@#$%^!!! what day is today?”
Me: Such a stupid question! “Why, I asked?”
Caller: “Today is 2nd Feb and you @#$%^!!! booked my ticket for 2nd of March. I am stranded like a fool at the airport.”
I came back to senses. What angered him more was that I burst into laughter. Dude, your journey was jinxed, not entirely my fault. I broke into laughter yet again. Let me give you some insight as to what happened earlier to understand my point.
The friend of mine in question was supposed to travel from Pune to his hometown. And since he is my school mate, my hometown as well. He booked train ticket for Friday afternoon. On reaching the station he found the train to be late by 6 hours. Indulging himself with the usual gallivanting, he came back to the station at night. Still late! When he finally boarded the train, it was running good 7 hours late. Hardly 10 minutes and the train came to a halt. It was a station at the outer. 10-15-30-45 minutes passed. His patience was running out. He caught hold of a pantry worker. “Sahib, the train will eventually be 12-13 hrs late“. He decided to call it a day. He was on phone with me when he got off. The train started off with a whistle just as he reached the station exit. Dude you made Jab We Met 2. Having nothing to do and getting a bit frustrated, he decided to travel to Mumbai on his bike. “Are you insane, it is 11 in the night and you have to travel whole 140 kms?” I am traveling was the reply.
I want to tell you that traveling at night is not safe even for a youngster on bike. The security checks would suck your pockets dry. On top of it, if your vehicle bears an outstation number, you are on your own. Street smart that he is, he reached Mumbai in record time nevertheless. He was so exhausted that he dreaded his decision to bike to Mumbai and was at wits end, how would he return?
A friend of mine from college had joined us too. I would spare you the details of the party that night. Next day I had to attend to some urgent work at office so I left them both at the house for around 2-3 hours. They called me at office that they have planned to leave for their respective home towns and since I have net accessibility at office, if possible to book their flights. There was some confusion and I ended up booking, a return ticket for my college friend and two tickets (going and return) for my school friend. Mumbai-Delhi-Mumbai. Their flight was to depart Monday morning. 6:45. They left at 5 am. I decided to retire into sweet-sweet sleep. Blank Blank Blank. Tring!!! Tring!!!
It turned out; I had booked 2nd -7th Feb for my college friend, but 2nd March and 7th Feb for the school friend. He got the ticket canceled, booked another one and ended up paying 50% more.
To begin with, his train got delayed. No sooner had he got off the train than it started again. He biked all the way to Mumbai fully exhausted, harassed at various checks. If these weren’t the signs, what are? Paulo Coelho would have written a book on this had he not written The Alchemist, so prominent were the signs. My plea is, what I did was not a mistake but the eventuality of various signs. The journey was jinxed. Not entirely my fault!
Media: right or WRONG
Last week a leading news channel was seen patting its back. It carried out an operation in Delhi. A female reporter walked on the road alone during the night to catch the person/persons who tried to take advantage of her.
One must say that this was a clear master stoke. However there seems to be a flaw. It served no positive purpose other than to add to the TRP of the news channel. On the hindsight it did some harm.
Firstly, let me go into as to why nothing positive came out of it. “Are the women safe at night?” is one such question as, “Is cigarette smoking not injurious to health”. Come’ on all of us know that answer to both the questions is a stern NO. What the channel tried to do by proving a well known fact, is far from my understanding. In fact a few days ago, even the Delhi CM agreed that roads are not safe for the females at night. Had the issue been “how this should be resolved”, channel should have been patted. It would have helped creating a better environment. But I guess, it’s easier to be a part of the problem than to be of the solution.
Secondly, why it did some harm? Consider the scenario that the car of a lady broke down at night. Now would anyone stop to help her? I think not. He would be more worried that if the lady turns out to be a reporter in disguise, he would be shown on television as a beast trying to take advantage of a stranded girl. This number would be much higher than the number of real criminals who would turn away due to the fear of being exposed. So in effect it would do more harm than good.
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