दो पल ...

दो पल बैठ के सोचता हूँ ,

कि कहाँ निकल आयी है ज़िन्दगी ||

दो पल बैठ के सोचता हूँ ,

कि दो पल सी लगती है बीती हुई ज़िन्दगी ||

इस भागती दौड़ती ज़िन्दगी में,

कम ही मिले दो पल सुकून के ||

कभी कुछ पाने का फितूर था,

तो कभी कुछ पल जूनून के ||

आज इन लोगों को देख के लगता है,

कि ऐसे कितने पल मैंने कमाए?

जो हिसाब लगाने बैठूँ,

तो दो पल में समझ आता है,

कि कितने कमाए और कितने गवाए?

एक उम्र निकल जाती है,

रोटी, कपडा और मकान की जुगत में ||

मगर इस उम्र के अंत में समझ आता है,

कि क्या तुम्हें कोई याद करता है अपनी मुराद में?

ये पेड़, पौधे, झील और कश्ती,

कल भी थे और आज भी ||

पर फिर भी दो पल बैठ के ही समझ आता है,

कि ये खूबसूरत कल भी थे, और आज भी ||

सैंकड़ो पल दूसरों से बातें की,

पर दो पल कभी खुद से न बात की ||

अब काफी वक़्त है खुद से बात करने के लिए,

बस दरकार है तो किसी के साथ की ||

आज दो पल बैठ के इस चिड़िया को देख के सोच रहा हूँ,

कि उड़ना तो ये भी जानती है,

मगर दो पल बैठ के ये भी इस लम्हे को जी रही है ||

आज मन इस झील की तरह शांत है,

क्यूंकि आज दो पल का आराम है ||

ज़िन्दगी भर इस मन को यही समझाता रहा,

कि आज तो भागना है, क्यूंकि अभी तो बहुत काम है ||

अब लगता है कि काश इस वक़्त को पीछे मोड़ दूँ,

कुछ पल और कमा लूँ यादों के हिसाब में,

और आज अगर मैं बैठूं बीते कल को पढ़ने,

तो कुछ तो पन्ने भरे हों मेरी यादों के किताब में ||

आज वक़्त के झरोके से देखता हूँ,

तो यादों के कुछ ही फ़ूल खिले दिखते हैं ||

पर अब समझ में आया,

कि ये फ़ूल  तो दो पल रुक के मुस्कुराने से ही खिलते हैं ||  

अब दो पल बैठ के सोचता हूँ,

कि पहले दो पल बैठ के क्यों नहीं सोचा?

क्या इतने महंगे थे दो पल,

कि पूरी ज़िन्दगी ही खर्च हो गई?

अब ज़िन्दगी के उस पड़ाव पे हूँ,

कि हर पल को गिनता हूँ,

अब ज़िन्दगी ने ये सिखा दिया,

कि हर पल को ज़िंदा हूँ ||

न जाने कब ये दो पल खत्म हो जाएँ?

न जाने कब ये पल और कम हो जाएँ?

इसलिए अब यहाँ बैठ के दो पल सोचता हूँ,

कि ये दो पल अब यहीं थम जाएँ ||

Fir se....

Fir se mujhe udna sikha do,

Fir se mujhe daudna sikha do

Bachpan ke wo din yaad ate hai,

Jab na koi fikra thi, na koi dwesh tha

Saamne sirf dur anant tha,

Udne k liye asman tha aur tairne ke liye samundar

Geeli ret pe bhi furti se bhaag jaata tha,

Bina ye soche ki mere kadmo ke nishan shayad lehre mita rahi hai

Piche mud ke ek nazar dekhne ki jarurat na thi,

Pata tha piche maa, utsah aur chinta ko sath liye daud rahi hai

Thandi hawa ke jhoke chehre ki thakaan ko poch rahe the,

Aur thanda pani pairon ki garmi ko bhigo raha tha

Na thakne wale junoon k sath main daudta chala gaya,

Yahi sochte hue ki gir bhi gaye to sambhalne ke liye koi piche hai

Par daudte hue itne aage aa gaya,

Ki piche mud ke dekhna bhul gaya

Ab na to wo samundar hai na hi wo hawa,

Na koi sambhalne wala, na koi pakadne wala

Ab paanv ke nishan mitate nahi hai,

Magar ab unhe dekhne wala bhi koi nahi hai

Mere taaze pankhon ne bahut duri tay ki hai,

Magar maa ke budhe pankh itna na ud paye

Zindagi ki lehron ke thapedo ne bahut kuch sikha diya,

Do kadam ruk ke saans lena sikha diya

Shikhar par pahuch kar insaan akela hi rehta hai,

Asli maza to sath chadhne ka hai

Ret pe chhode gaye nishan mitane ke liye bante hai,

Dil pe chapne wale nishan sada ke liye bante hai

Aaj bhi bas yahi dua karta hu,

Kisi tarah samay ko piche mod du

Fir se us ret pe chalu, fir se us hawa ko mehsus karu,

Pas is baar ma aka haath na chhodu

Mujhe un kadmo ke nishan se koi moh nahi hai,

Bas aapke sath fir se kadam mila kar chalna hai

Ab pankh to hai magar udane ka man nahi karta,

Na jaane kyu us gili ret pe bhi jane ka man nahi karta

Dur kahi kone mein baitha rehta hu aksar,

Yahi sochta rehta hu, ki kya soch raha hu main

Par fir khud hi kuch der mein uth ke khada ho jata hu,

Yahi soch ke, ki upar se jab wo dekhti hongi,

To yahi kehti hongi ki meri udaan tu bharega

Ab bas yahi man mein liye aage badhta hu,

Ki maa ke sapne kabhi to pura kar saku

Unke diye hue pankho se udta hu ab,

Unki dikhaye hue rah par kuch kadam chalta hu ab

Fir se udta hu ab ek sathi ke sath,

Fir se daudta hu ab ek sathi ke sath

Zindagi ek kitaab...

Zindagi…

Ek ajeeb si kitaab hai ye zindagi

Har din ek naya panna jud jata hai

Har din kuch likhta hai to kuch mit jata hai

Anginat pal hai likhne k liye

Magar na jane kyu syahi hi kam pad jati hai

Har panne pe ek nayi daastan likhi jati hai

Har panne ko ek naya rang diya jata hai

Kabhi khushiyo k rang se ranga jata hai

To kabhi dukho k kaalikh bhi likhna padta hai

Ginti ki ek hi kitaab hoti hai

Magar na jane kyu aur kitaabo ki khwahish rehti hai

Khushi ki ek choti si boond se bhi poora panna rang sakta hai

Magar na jane kyu anek rango ki chah mein kuch panne khali reh jate hai

Sabhi panne ek hi samaan hai

Sabhi rang ek hi samaan hai

To fir kyu is kitaab ko dene wale se hum yahi chahte hai

Ki sirf rangeen panne hi dena, kaale kisi aur ko dena

Har kisi ko apni syahi kaali aur dusro ki rangeen lagti hai

Magar kabhi unki kitaab kholo

To utne hi kale aur rangeen panne dikhte hai

Kis panne pe kaunsi syahi se likha jayega

Ye sirf kitaab banane wale ko pata hai

Lekin agar har panne ko samaan drishti se dekhe

To kya pata kab kaalikh halki ho jaye aur rang aur gehre ho jaye

Is syahi ka bhi ajeeb hisaab hai

Baatane se kaalikh kam hoti hai to rangeen aur badh jati hai

Yeh kitaab har us kitaab ki tarah hai jo aage padhi jati hai

Panne piche palatne se kaalikh kam nahi ho jati

Magar aage bhadne se ek khali panne ko rangeen banaya ja sakta hai

Jab Kitaab ka ant bhi wahi hona hai jaha se shuruat hui thi

To kyu na har panne ko ek alag rang se ilkha jaye

To kyu na adhik rango ki khoj mein panne khali rakhne se achha

Ek hi rang se us panne pe kuch to likhe

Jisne bhi syahi rehte hue ise nahi samjha

Uski kitab adhoori reh jati hai

Magar jise ye kahani samajh mein aa gayi

Uski kitab band hone k baad bhi padhi jati hai 

LIFE.....

Life is too short to give life another chance,

Life's a music, on which we can sing and dance.

Nothing is impossible to accomplish and you're not old enough to rest,

even if its the depth of Pacific or height of the mighty Everest.

Give your try another try, give everything everything you can,

Don't think about falling but think about rising, because if there is no IF then there is no THEN.

Make mistakes, to not miss the takes next time,

Don't follow the people, but follow the path and sing your own rhyme.

Success is more sweet and failure is less bitter with friends around,

so never be too proud about anything, coz at the end you are just a meat of few pounds.

Never forget the ground from where you took off,

Because even the sound has crest and trough.

Save enough for your parents to not work and your children to work,

Work enough to succeed more rather than fearing from failures and lurk.

Build you own future and start take stance,

Because life is too short to give life another chance.

My Choice...

My Choice

I don't want to do this,I want to do that,

I don't care if I am not thin, or I am fat.

For you, blue means sky or it can be sea,

but for me, I choose to colour the things,whatever I see.

I may not be the brightest on this Earth,

but surely I know,I am something, with some worth.

I want to make my choices,for myself,

I am happy to be a hero for someone,or to someone,an elf.

HE has carved each of us different and special,

but we are busy in wearing masks and doing faux facial.

How hard it is to know, what makes one happy and gay,

and how easy it is to say your say.

Don't let your voice drown in the waves of other's noises,

But sail in the boat of confidence and feel good about your choices.

World will stop you at every step and will pull you in a quagmire,

But the universe,will present you a rope of hope to come out of situation,so dire.

Its our duty to follow our heart and pursue our dreams,

Don't let others decide if you are hay or a cream.

After the sun-set,the sun doesn't mourn,

because it knows,the next day,it will be re-born.

One day,someone will be proud of me and give me a pat,

because I did not do this,I did that.

Zindagi...

Zindagi ke podhe ko zindagi bhar seecha hai,
kabhi aansuon k paani se to kabhi khushiyon ki dhoop se
Kabhi tapti dhoop mein chaanv di is zindagi ne,
to kabhi kehrati thand mein khud hi patjhad si bikhar gayi zindagi
Par ek cheez seekha rahi hai zindagi,
har patjhad k baad basant bhi ata hai
Bas jazba chahiye patjhad k guzarne ka,
kyunki fir se gulzar hogi zindagi,fir se chaanv degi zindagi...

Free..the word and the meaning...

Fly high for the sky is yours,but remember your nest

Free is a word often cherished by many,
Its not something you can buy from a penny.
I look at the sky filled with envious clouds,
for they can move anywhere without any doubts.
The waves are free to touch the shore and stroll back,
giving it a serene pleasure to the inhabitants of shack.
Countries become free from countries and celebrate,
For they broke all shackles to script their own fate.
I wonder if birds are the most free and happy,
as if they are their own mommy and daddy.
They have complete sky to fly and whole land to see,
however tiny they are,they could see us from the sky,like a moving bee.
But their definition of free is different from us,
for they have to return home on their winged bus.
We want to be free and live our own lives,
without thinking of others and ringing our own chimes.
Do we look back,what we made free when we became free,
because you may free the branch but you are killing the tree.
A tree would never hold back the branch and its growth,
as without it its a piece of wood which attracts everyone's loathe.
No matter where the branch grows and moves,
it will fall down and become "free" with just a groove.
The branch is now free and dreams of becoming a tree,
but the tree knows,it could never become a tree and this is not "free".
The waves move back to the ocean and the birds to their nest,
but they still enjoy their freedom and live their life the best.
I want to become a bird and traverse the whole sky,
to see the new world without any whats and why.
But I know my nest and my tree,
as it is my home and the reason I am free.
A branch is nothing without a tree,a bird is nothing without a nest,
no matter how free I may be,its the only place to rest.
I promise I will grow free and sane,
and our definition of "free" will be same.

 Your Loving son...