Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

Friday, February 11, 2011

zizou

tumhari aankhon ki chamak, bekhof hasee,
chalne ka andaaz,
tumhara zidd karna, bina koi wajah sab se milna,
ek halki si awaaz dekar waqt ko rokna,
roz kuch naya sikhna,
tujhe dekh, har shaks ko kuch yaad aata hai,
apni koi khoii cheez talashte huva,
har shaks apne aap ko tujme paata hai...

Gulzaar

Ek mood, ek kaifiyat geet ka chehra hota hai..

Kuch sahi se lafz jad do, maujoon se dhun ki lakeerein kheench do..

To nagma sans lene lagta hai, jinda ho jata hai..

Itni si jaan hoti hai gane ki ek lamhe ki jitni..

Haan kuch lamhe barson jinda rehte hain..

...Geet boodhe nahin hote unke chehre pe jhurriyan nahin girti..

Wo palte rehte hain chalte rehte hain..

Sune wale boodhe hojate hai to kehete hai -

“Hain … woh oos pahar ka tila jab badal se dhak jata hai to ek avaj sunai deti hai..

Friday, February 19, 2010

last day

tute fute makaan par,
aab shishe lage hain,
is jagah ke har mod par,
yaado ke mazaar bane hain.

kabhi yeh galiya, khila karti thi,
dosto ki hasi thi,
har darwaze par dastak,
hoti apni ummido ki,
sapne bhi haseen the,
apna tha asman, aur zameen bhi apni thi.

har kahani kabhi to khatm hogi,
har lamhe ko kabhi to thamna hoga,
koi aur inhi galiyo mein kal aayega,
apni pehchan ko talashta,
in tez daudti sadko se guzrega,
waqt ko tak daav par lagaya hamne,
usi waqt ki chhaav mein,
koi apni kismat azmayega.

khamosh timtimati imarat vahi hain, vahin rahegi,
agle musafir ki rah dekhti,
agle ashiq ki raah takti......

Friday, September 11, 2009

life is beautiful

a new turn on the road of life,
a new monsoon,
gets the earth smelling sweet,
turns leaves greener,
new hopes rise,
newer dreams to be fulfilled.

stength the past provides,
learnings from relationships forged over time,
not to be forgotten,
remembered while having tea,
watching the new rain patter down.

Saturday, August 22, 2009

Bells - they are tolling

No man is an island,
Entire of itself.
Each is a piece of the continent,
A part of the main.
If a clod be washed away by the sea,
Europe is the less.
As well as if a promontory were.
As well as if a manner of thine own
Or of thine friend's were.
Each man's death diminishes me,
For I am involved in mankind.
Therefore, send not to know
For whom the bell tolls,
It tolls for thee.
John Dunne