Ek mutthi aasman

क्यूँ मुट्ठी भर आसमान नहीं मिलता
क्यूँ सन्नाटों के सवाल गूंजते रहते हैं
और क्यों जवाब नहीं बोलते
बोलती है तो बस खामोशी

एक कहानी गुनगुनाती हुई
दुनिया ख़ूबसूरत थी कभी
किसी ज़माने में चाँद पर परियों का डेरा था
और आम के पेड़ पर लगी कैरी मीठी

गाँव के आसमान में तारे भी बहुत थे
तबसे पेड़ बहुत बड़ा हो गया है
और गंगा में बहुत पानी बह चुका है

लेकिन खामोशी अब भी कुछ कहती है
क्यूँ आसमान अपना आँचल समेत लेता है
क्यूँ एक मुट्ठी आसमान मयस्सर नहीं होता
शायद अर्थशास्त्र या समाजवाद के सिद्धांतों में सिमट गया है

Shayad

Bachpan mein suna karte the
Log marke tare ban jate hain
Khat par chalti kahaniyon mein lagta tha
Jaise badlon ke purjon ko tah kar kisi ne aasman pat diya ho
Aur dooj ki raat mein chand kisi ke angoothe ka kata hua nakhoon maloom hota tha
Phir khatein chali gayi, byalu ki jagah Dinner ne leli
Zindagi ki daud mein raat ka aasman dekhna mumkin na raha
Kabhi dekhta hoon to chand bahut akela lagta hai
Aasman mein tare bahut kam rah gaye hain
Shaayad logo ne marna chod diya hai

Intezar

Kisi ka intezar tha.....

Baarish ne boonden barsain
badi bhi aur choti bhi
shakein sabhi bheegi, sivay ek ke
Jo funagi hokar bhi achooti rahi

Badal ne bijali barsai
chapal bhi aur chanchal bhi
Shikaar sabhi janib, os ki boond ke siva
Jo fanaa hone ki tamanna liye hue bas mit gayi

Logon ne lafz barsaaye
Gadhe hue bhi, angadh bhi
Bahut kuch kaha gaya, likha gaya
Lekin vo ibarat ab bhi adhoori rahi

Tumhara intezar tha.....

Leisure

It will be said that, while a little leisure is pleasant, men would not know how to fill their days if they had only four hours of work out of the twenty-four. In so far as this is true in the modern world, it is a condemnation of our civilization; it would not have been true at any earlier period. There was formerly a capacity for light-heartedness and play which has been to some extent inhibited by the cult of efficiency. The modern man thinks that everything ought to be done for the sake of something else, and never for its own sake. Serious-minded persons, for example, are continually condemning the habit of going to the cinema, and telling us that it leads the young into crime. But all the work that goes to producing a cinema is respectable, because it is work, and because it brings a money profit. The notion that the desirable activities are those that bring a profit has made everything topsy-turvy. The butcher who provides you with meat and the baker who provides you with bread are praiseworthy, because they are making money; but when you enjoy the food they have provided, you are merely frivolous, unless you eat only to get strength for your work. Broadly speaking, it is held that getting money is good and spending money is bad. Seeing that they are two sides of one transaction, this is absurd; one might as well maintain that keys are good, but keyholes are bad. Whatever merit there may be in the production of goods must be entirely derivative from the advantage to be obtained by consuming them. The individual, in our society, works for profit; but the social purpose of his work lies in the consumption of what he produces. It is this divorce between the individual and the social purpose of production that makes it so difficult for men to think clearly in a world in which profit-making is the incentive to industry. We think too much of production, and too little of consumption. One result is that we attach too little importance to enjoyment and simple happiness, and that we do not judge production by the pleasure that it gives to the consumer.

Bertrand Russell, In praise of idleness

Ageing

Don't really understand, why sometimes it's lovely to ponder over death, it's morosely beautiful. Life is elusive, in each moment, making you an april fool every day, every now n then, never hugs, but whenever u think ur right there to embrace it, it just takes that notorious turn and u find urself at another nook of an unending maze.

But death is like first love, always welcoming to hug you, no matter how good or how bad ur in worldly terms, in a sense, it's a great leveler. With every passing moment, you come near and more near, no elusion, no treachery, only the pleasent moros darkness which is like black hole, all embracing, all comsuming. And then u notice the silver in ur hair feeling giddy about it, ur reaching there....buddy

Ek fasana

Lo chal pada wo
Roshni ko cheer kar
Har phalak udhed kar
Fasane se haqiqat 'banane'

Aur badalon ko tah kar
kapde mein lapet kar
Bagal mein daba kar
Haqiqat se fasana 'banane'

Saath mein aasman lekar
Koi kona modkar
koi tukda jodkar
Haqiqat se fasana 'bachane'

Lo chal pada wo....

Baghawat

Barson tak, suraj tapta raha, chand pighalta raha
Mausam badalte rahe, ganit ke kisi samikaran ki tarah, santulit.
Tare bhi ugte rahe, suraj ke chipne ke baad, sabhi kuch bhautiki ke niyam se bandhe huye, prashnaheen.
Phir ek din achanak taron ne baghawat kar di

Kyon hota hai aisa ki jab suraj hamein garmata to chand gayab, aur jab chand pighale to suraj lupt.
Kyon hota hai aisa ki hamein pyar to milta hai, lekin juda juda
Jaise subah ki chai mein adrak jyada, aur shaam ko chini kam
Kyon rahen hum tiraskrit, kinchit wanchit, kisi talakshuda jode ke beech
Kyon hamara astitva bane rui ka bojh, jo pahle to hota hai kam, par aansoonon ke saath badhta hi jata

Aur samikaran hua asantulit, sahi ya galat, pata nahin
Par ek prashn hua, jo tha ab tak kahin nahin
Aur jo sab chale ja rahe the, jaise apni hi saleeb uthaye
Wo ek pal ke liye hi sahi, ruke, kuch digbhramit
Aur laga ki saari khushi us ek pal mein samai
Prasn ki, astitva ki khushi

Aur yuon ek din taron ne baghawat kar di......