Ojhal hoti un aankho se..
Nikal pada main asehsa
Na gathri bandhe na saman liye
Main nikal pada kuch sehma sa
Mano kisi ka isharo ho
Nikla main to zamee(n) garam thi
Bukhar na tha
Par tapish agam thi
Jo pag dhara to beh chala main
Aankho ke kone se gaalon ko chukar
Tumhare komal shareer se hokar.
Ek bar laga main reh jaunga
Tumhi mein kahin kho jaunga
Par zameen ne bula liya
Chhod chala main tumko
Tumhare tapte badan ko
Aura aa gira is dhool mein
Jo mujhe registaan si lagti hai
Chah aisi jagi jaisi
pyaase pathik ko pani ki lagti hai
Par main hi toh pani hu
Bhaav hu, barkha hu
Main hi to jeevan hu
Barf hu, badal hu..
Main hi to samudra
Main hi to khushi mein aankh mein basta hu
Main hi to dukhon mein sadev sajag hu
Main chal pada mujhe rok mat
Mere aane ko kos mat
Main aaya tha aur chala gaya
Main fir ek roz aaunga
Main ashruon ki boond hu
In aankhon se door kaha ja paunga
Jab chahogi, jab sochogi
Oh this is lovely, Neha! The beginning where you have likened the teardrop to a stray passenger without his "gathri", the blistering earth, the fear of the teardrop that it may never reach its catharsis and might get lost in you...very well done...its felt; can almost feel the damp cheeks burning. beautiful.
ReplyDelete:) really? glad you liked it. I thought it was one of those things ..those which we feel but can't convey..thanks a ton buddy
ReplyDeleteamazing!
ReplyDeletebeautifuly written! :)
:) thanks!
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