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Saturday, December 17, 2011

ek shunya hoon main...


ek shunya hoon main
jiske ijaad se auro ko
arth praapt hota hain
swayam kintu na hone ka
ek aabhas hoon main
iktaare se nikle
ek he taan ki tarah
pavan mein goonjkar
anant kaal mein vileen ho jaata hoon
havaa ki tarango mein
taan bankar behta
ek shunya hoon main...

usi taan ko
paani mein phenkar
sadrish chhalle jo banate hain
unhi vritto sa
vishaadpurn hoon
noukao mein baitha
naubandh ki bhaanti
sahaj paani mein gir
satah pe bas jana chahata hoon
kintu patwar sa
nauka ko he ataka hua
ek shunya hoon main...

jab vritt bankar ke
tat se takraata hoon
aur bhangur swapna se
kanth ke raaste
cheekh ban nikalta hoon
daman ko chhin bhinn kar
vidroh ka roop dharta hoon main
varna kasturi mrig jaisa
supt beej sa leta hua
ek shunya hoon main...

dhara ko lapete
ye beej soya hua hain
ki gagan ke chiraag ki
durgam roshni
ik din toh mujh tak pahochegi
sabz haraa hoke main
laalahit ho uthunga
vasu ki chaadar ko
aankhon se hataakar
avashya pehli saans bharunga
anyatha naal se bandha
ek shunya hoon main...

Nishant
18-12-2011

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

Sweatshirt

Woh jo mera sweatshirt..
Ab bhi tumhare paas pada hain..
Ab bhi fit hota hain kya tumhe?
Ya yunhi charmarai kitabo ki tarah
Bas rakha hain kisi kone mein?
Jinhe ne phenkte banta hain
Na padhate banta hain...
Mere musk perfume ki khushboo
Kya ab bhi panap rahi hai usme?
ya kisi aur ki khushboo rehati hain
tumhare kamre mein ab..
tithar bithar hone lagi thi
pehle he bunaai uski...
ab toh poori tarah..
udhedh gayi hogi silaai..
roye ban gaye honge
chhoti chhoti yaado ke
uska saleti rang bhi
pheenka ho chala hoga..
kisi mod pe miloge toh..
woh sweatshirt le aana
rafu karaake udhadhi silaai ko
dharne ki koshish karoonga..
dry clean kara doonga use
shayad phir crisp ho jaayein
musk perfume chhidak ke
murjhai yaadon ko
refresh karne ki koshish karoonga

Nishant
03-09-2011

Friday, January 28, 2011

ज़िन्दगी इक रात की ...

हर दिन का ना हो साथ इक रात का
हो तेरा तो क्या कहना उस बात का

बूँद बूँद कर जब गिरे मोहब्बत
किसे फ़िक्र फिर जिस्म की ज़ात का

अन्जान रहे छुंके रूह तक भी
खेले खेल हम बच्चो की भांत का

तपिश नसनस में बस सेहर तलक
दूजे दिन पता ना पात पात का

बीज बोते आसमान को तांकना
सुना यही रंग होगा क़ायनात का

ज़िक्र-ए-इश्क भी क़ाफीरी हैं पागल
क्यों चर्चा उस चीज़ वाहियात का

मिल जाए जो सड़क चलते चलते
ज़िक्र होगा तेरी मेरी औक़ात का

कहते मेरा मसीहा इक दिन आएगा
वही हैं नुक्ता अब मेरी हयात का

हरारत ये अपनों से प्यार करने की हैं
औरोने ठेका ले रक्खा हैं जज़्बात का

Monday, December 6, 2010

Zindagi ki dillagi...

Zindagi ki dillagi naagawaar guzri hain
raah takte har shab beqaraar guzri hain

Mere haq ke har khwaab churaakar woh
Doosron ke qqafile ho sawaar guzri hain

Karne mukaalaat uthata hoon kabhi toh
jaane de keh qaafir baarbaar guzri hain

Kya hain zindagi gardish-i-dauraa chala
toh qismat pe haske beshumaar guzri hain

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Yeh badaa kamina perfume hain...


utha patak ki packing karte karte
perfume ki puraani shishi jo kholi
chalne udane tairane laga main
train bhai kal dopahar ki hain meri
par khushboo le gai maazi mein
yun jaise kambhakt time machine ho
yeh bada kamina perfume hain

khushboo toh shishi se hain chipki chipki
par ratti bhar bhi na badli hain
aur tum kehate the move on
par phir woh toh chemical hain aakhir
dil mein kuchh aur he hota hoga sala
dheet hain leqin dekho toh
yeh wohi kamina perfume hain

yahi laga disc gaye the hum
angrezi gaano ko sou sou naam rakhe the
aur naache the namak isk ka par
matak kar jab hum qareeb aaye
mujh par isi ko soongh kar tumne
apne honth mere kaandhe par rakh diye the
yeh wohi kameena perfume hain

teen tho beer mein tunn hokar
meri goad mein dher jo hue tum
usi taxi ki bujhi si hawa mein
meri kamar par haath aur kaste
dil se pittu khelate kaha tumne
you smell just like him
yeh wohi kameena perfume hain

gehari neend mein tumhara pair
yun aa pada mere pairo par
kitne toh khayal saap-seedhi khelate the
use hataakar jo karwat badli
uff tumhari saanso ko subah
sirf khushboo dekar lauta tha main
yeh wohi kameena perfume hain

Thursday, November 12, 2009

A Sticker So Full

Her fingers touched his like the vapour laden sea-breeze when they shared cigarettes on the shore. She took his fleeting touch to be a chance to accumulate all the wealth that was never going to be hers. She watched his bare thighs bulging out from the shorts.

He is mad, has a habit of taking out stickers from alcohol and soda bottles and collecting them. One of his friend calls it OCD. He tries to take one off from a Royal stag that they were drinking from. It gets torn. She manages to take off almost half of it. He says he won't keep it unless it’s full. She just looks at him, shouts OKAY and looks away. He opens his valet shows her a complete sticker of Old monk. She says, "WHATEVER!"

They take a stroll on the shore with that friend of his. He says weekends are the worst time to walk by the sea shore. You know looking at the sea of couples you realise you are alone. Reality now overwhelms the alcohol in her, reminds her that he is committed. Her mind flies like a butterfly in a bottomless pit. They take their usual places on the shore. She makes it a point to sit at a distance from him today; blaming it on the meager mud spread on the embankment. The sea is unusually wild. She wonders whether it is melancholic too.

He knows only to make things worse. He starts playing his harmonica. No, she shouts. No actually she only think of it doesn't utter a word. Rather she just gets up and leaves. Goes to a tea stall. May be the tea will bring her back from the dreamy world. She comes back and takes her place. He gets a call and goes a little far to talk. Probably his girlfriend. The two girls, she and his friend, decide to go a little nearer to the sea. She says,

"Its amusing to realise that here is the place after which nothing exists!"

"For me, it is like the ultimate romance. The waves trying to reach the moon!"

"Hey that’s a better way of looking at it. I like."

"I'd rather be here trying to reach the unreachable rather than being there at an unaltered elevated position."

They share a glance. He finds them and comes and sits between them. No one talks for long.

Back at his place, she tries to take out the sticker from his cheap lighter. Doesn't quite manage to get the whole thing though!