Dil toota hai kabhi tumhara?

 

Bache ki tarha soyi thi tumhare paas

Yaad hai mujhe wo bistar pe tumhara ehsas

Bahon se jhool kar tumhari samundar mein ja giri thi

Aur tair kar jab lauti to tum kinare pe khade the

Wo ek hasi haste ho tum jo puri phailti nahin

Aisa lagta hai keh rahe ho jaanta hun main tujhe

Tumhare hi kapdon mein soyi thi ek raat main

Ghutnon tak latki thi sweat shirt tumhari

Ghar ki chaar diwaaron mein ghar bhar jaata tha

Bahar ke panchi, ped aur dur flyover pe bhaagti gaadiyan

Kaagaz main tambakoo lapetna sikhaya tha tumne

Pata nahin kyun

Ab yaad nahin

Dil ghabrata hai agar mera is behra kardene waley shor mein

To laut jaati hun us lamhe mein

Jab subha subha uthaya tha tumne

Taiyyar khade the tum daftar ke liye

Baahon mein bharke maatha chooma tha tumne.

Bahot asaan sa lagta tha tumhare sath rehna

Tumse milne jaati thi aur khud se hi mulaqat hojati thi

Puchna chahti thi bahot kuch tumse

Ab bas ek hi sawal yaad hai

Dil toota hai kabhi tumhara?

"main thak gayi"

Phir dastak hui kiwaad pe

Main intizaar mein hi baithi thi

Wo agayi

Beparwaah apni zulfon ko hawa ke hawaley karey thi wo

Aaj badi runwaasi si awaz mein boli

Dono haathon ko apne aagey jod kar

Dheere dheere shabnam bhi uski aankhon se barasne lagi

“main thak gayi”

Bolte hue nazrein neechi thi uski

Phir apni muthi kholkar hatheli meri ore badha di

Chand ka sikka rakha tha

“ye lelo tum, aaj roshni nahin chahiye mujhe”

Aaj ki raat badi bebas aur majboor meri dahleez pe

Hath phailaye khadi thi.

tuchcha gham

Kisiko tareekh ka

Aur kisiko jaayedaat ka

Kisiko ko guzre hue maa-baap ka

Aur kisiko alfaazon ki udhedbun ka

Kisiko ghareebi ka

Aur kisiko fakeeri ka

Kisiko safar ka

Aur kisiko bhook ka

Kisiko bigde hue jism ka

Aur kisiko haafze ka

Kisiko dhoke ka

Aur kisiko rengti hui aati maut ka

Kisiko ko jang ka

Aur kisiko haar ka

Kisiko watan ki aas ka

Aur kisiko bichde hue parivaar ka

Kisiko pagalpan ka

Aur kisiko siyasat ke waar ka

Itne gham hain duniya mein

Kyun milni thi mujhe ishq ki chot

Aur gham dildaar ka

Meri hi kismet mein kyun tha

Gham ye pyaar ka

Ye chota, kamzarf, bemaina dard

Jiski sharam mein rona bhi dushwaar hai

Mera hi gham kyun duniya mein bekaar hai

Hijr aur wasl ki nazmein bhi nahin hai

Na ghussa hai bewafa yaar ka

Nabhi se nikalta hai meri

Aur halaq mein utar jaata hai

Mujhse shuru hota hai

Aur mujhtak hi aata hai

Ye kaisa tuchcha gham hai

Gham ye pyaar ka

kankaal

Ek ek karke pasliyaan apni chathkhaani hain

Aur jaise kankaal pe giddh baithe hote hain

Waise phool ki tarha khol deni hai chaati apni

Upar tairti hui mitti se banaya hai khuda ne mujhe

Neeche ki gathi hui ret mein sab tha

Mujhmein kuch nahin

Gehra bahot gehra khayal aata hai agar mujhe

Aakar kahin jaata nahin

Ek ek karke baal apne nochnein hain

Aur jaise kasai ke samne rakhi lakkad ghis jaati hai

Waise hi heerey ki tarha chamkaana hai ganja sar apna

Lehron ko bulaney aur hawaon ko rasta dikhane banaya tha khuda ne mujhe

Kabootar ke dadbon mein chupi baithi hun

Awaz karne ka gurda kahan hai mujhemein

Khaufnaak bahot khaufnaak khayal aata hai agar mujhe

Cheekh phir bhi nahin aati

Chaaku ki nok se khurach khurach kar khaal apni utaarni hai

Aur jaise santare ki phaankein kholkar khayi jaati hain

Waise hi nanga hokar sadkon pe bhaagna hai.

BAKO-ISKI

I once saw a picture

Feet swollen with elephantiasis...

Take a saw hack them off!

Well, they keep me grounded.

Above the clouds my friend

All these banal emotions mate

And they procreate

Hybrid, yes, mutated children

Come down with rain water

I don’t feel like the second man

I don’t feel more

I feel less

It’s ‘cooler’ like that

Wait

‘Meaningful’

Ah! Tossed between two

Hot and cold

Dark and light

Yes and no

There is one

Because

There is another

If only absurdity had another.
but then there is BAKO-ISKI.

raat ka safar

sooraj ke nikalne se dhalne tak
ek din tamaam hojata hai,

aur pehli saans se akhri tak
ek puri zindagi...

bachpan subha hai
ladakpan duphairi
jawani shaam
aur budhapa gehraati raat

har ek din puri zindagi ki maanind chadhta hai
aur raat maut ki tarha chupa deti hai

har raat mera bistar meri kabr ban jaata hai
aur saher hotey hotey meri maa ki koke

Par is raat ke safar mein jo khwaab aatey hain unka kya?

kya maut bhi ek lamba, betuka, uljha hua khwaab hai?