शिकवा-ए-हक

गम़गीन क्यों रहें हम?
हमारा ख़्वाब क्या था, एक तारा ही तो था..
टूटना ही था, टूट गया।
तुम्हें खुशी है दुआ कुबूल हुई तुम्हारी,
काश़ कि इत्तला होती,
जिस तारे की कुर्बानी ने बख़्शी ये इनायत,
वो तारा, वो ख़्वाब, हमारा ही तो था।
यही तो एक रंज़ है कि घड़ियाँ रूकी नहीं,
काश़ कि रूक जातीं, तो जी भरकर निहार लेते तुम्हें।
न जाने इतनी-सी तमन्ना तुम्हें,
नागवार क्यों गुज़र गयी..
खै़र, तुमसे क्या शिकवा,
यहाँ जो भी था हमारे हक़ का,
वो सब, वो सब तुम्हारा ही तो था।
अब तो सब लुट गया, पर हाँ,
'सब' मिल गया है..
क्योंकि तुम, बस तुम रह गए हो।
जो वक्त-बेवक्त इस बेरंग ज़मीं पर,
होली इश़्क की खेल जाते हो।
काश़ गौर फ़रमाते,
होली का वो लाल रंग,
वो रंग, वो खून, हमारा ही तो था।
सोचते हैं कि रेत होता ये दिल हमारा,
हर याद की तुम्हारी याद भी,
वक्त के तूफ़ाँ में मिटा जाती..
बहुत देर हो गई राह में तुम्हारी,
ये दिल पत्थर हो गया अब।
ख़रोंच भी लग जाए,
तो ताउम्र निशाँ मिटा न सकोगे..
पर अब फ़िक्र नहीं, कोई गिला नहीं,
क्योंकि जिसने दिए ये ज़ख्म सभी,
वो हर कुछ, हर कुछ तुम्हारा ही तो था।
कभी याद कर लेना हमें ढलती शामों में,
शायद सुबह हमारी ज़रा उजली हो जाएगी।
या बस अपने होठों से,
नाम हमारा पढ़ लेना..
कभी पलटकर देखना,
कौन झुका है सजदे में,
या अक्सर हमारे किस्सों में,
ज़िक्र अपना सुन लेना..
जब भी अंधेरा होगा राहों में तुम्हारी,
हम दिल जला कर भी रौशनी करेंगे।
बस तुम तकल्लुफ़ न करना इस बात पर,
कि वो अक़्स, वो अक़्स हमारा ही तो था..

Late

What do you think I'm?
A weakness or a strength of yours?
Can you define me?
If you can, why haven't you done that yet?
Oh of course, you must be waiting for the right time then.
When would that come? Do you have any idea?
I'm strong,
I can't be someone's weakness.
If I'm, I feel guilty.
It pinches me inside.
Now don't you feel ashamed, of making me feel guilty because of you?
Oh of course, you must be waiting for me to become your strength somehow,
like I became your weakness.
Without me knowing it.
But dear old friend,
I'm sorry.
I can't become your strength.
Because you don't want me to.
I can see you, trying to get 'power' from your usual 'sources',
but you also know you can break like a match.
I wouldn't help you in this.
You've  limited me, my possession over you,
by calling me your weakness.
And that hurts.

I wish you could see what poison you've injected into your weakness.
Don't worry, it'll soon be destroyed.
Then you might feel strong. 

Unanswered

Two souls, love two different souls 

yet they long to hold each other's hand. 

They love each other, but it's of some different kind, 

they say. 

Or it's a mix of all, they don't know.. 

"What is it like to love each other this way? ", 

others wonder. 

But the souls seem lost,

in a world that describes the other. 

" What is it like to cherish love this way? ", 

others wonder. 

But the souls seem lost, 

in a mind that wanders around the other. 

He looks into her eyes, and she reciprocates. 

" We know what it is like. ", 

the eyes murmur softly. 

" But do you know why? "

And seeking each other everywhere, the souls seek the answer.

PHOTOGRAPH...

                                                                        BY-
                                                                          ADARSH SINHA

Looking at your cute and pretty face again,

which brings back a thousand memories again,

your never ending questions and our arguments,

still standing at the same crossroads and aisles,

with a weak smile on my face i am looking at you,

memories and stories is all i have now with me,

this photograph which is my most prized possession,

secretly hoping to meet you again on this journey,

trying to turn back the time to relive that moment,

still carrying your innocence and love within me,

staring at you blankly with just a curious question,

do you still have the other half of this photograph?

with a feeling of content and satisfaction in my eyes,

thanks a lot for giving me so many beautiful moments,

through which you will be etched in my mind forever,

this photograph which tells me a thousand tales of us... 

Trial

Hey, the one fighting too hard,

I know, and I understand what you must be feeling like, trust me. You might think you're the only one to be bestowed upon a shower of adversities, but that's not the case, not yet, sweetheart.

Are you reckoning the idea of running away to some place where nobody knows even a piece of you? Because you think that would help bring you peace? I know, because I do, too.
But we both know the option is barely achievable. So, what now?
Do you also question the righteousness of your actions, every time you take a peek in the room of your sabotaged wishes? How does it go?
Have you started to picture yourself as a non-existent entity yet? A 'ghost' in the crowd of many, so many detached people, passing by and through you, and not caring to stop and look back. Have you, yet? Oh, I did but it didn't help much. Neither with the escaping nor with the staying. What if you end up the same as well? What then?


Stop whatever you're doing and sit down. Have a glass of water if you want to. Close your eyes, calm your breath, and think.

You wish everything becomes 'right' and 'normal' one fine day, but has that happened yet?You think escaping is the rescue but wouldn't that bring guilt along? Can you get down that much and deal with it? The thought of your crushed wishes angers you, but isn't there anything left to hold onto, to not let go? Isn't there anything such, really?


It's not gonna get 'happily ever after' in the blink of an eye, my friend. It never has. Your failure thrives upon your fear and incapability of choosing to try. Do choose to try, at least. Even for the nth time. Unless you do, you would never know which could have been the last, you would assume one to be the last. Try while you still can, while you have all your senses and strength intact, while you still have time. Nothing has waited for you this long and nothing will. Try until you do not 'sweat'. Try until no matter how tiny, but every single possibility is exhausted. Try until death comes knocking at your door. So when it asks you if you're ready, you can say yes, looking it in the eye.

Now, resume your work.

SOME BROKEN RELATIONS...

It was the month of December, I was standing in my balcony sipping coffee.The winter fog hung quietly in the calm darkness. I closed my eyes and a lot of people gushed in through the flood of my memories. The people with whom I had forged a bond at some point of time in my life. Now the only thing left with me are the broken pieces of our relations..

                                                    Surprisingly people come into our lives and go away suddenly without giving any explanation. Our world has become really practical where there is no room for emotional attachments. In today’s world, people fake relations for selfish gains. However some fools fall into the trap of emotional attachment and that’s when the chaos begins. Every relationship starts with two individuals getting to know each other and accepting them as they are. Every relationship has its life and it gradually dies its death as the end approaches. People may not understand this but every relation which dies an early death has some serious effects on either of the two individuals.

                            Our modern day relationships are just like that, they start over a few messages exchanged through any social networking site. They blossom through late night chats and then suddenly one day the connection gets lost.

 The reason can be traced into the medium on which they tried to sustain it.  Every broken relationship leaves behind some questions which are unanswered, some emotions which are painful and a lot of memories. Memories, the reminiscent of the bond. The most common advice which people give after every broken relationship is, “move on and forget”, though that may not be exactly true. One cannot get over memories and those beautiful moments. We strive to bury them somewhere in the backside of our mind but they show their presence sometime or the other. The best thing probably would be to smile at the memories. We cannot control situations but we can control or try to control the way in which we react to them. There is a very thin line in between pessimism and optimism and most people fail to identify it.

                                   This world might be selfish and a few people might be opportunistic and maybe that’s why some relationships break.a We can sit and cry, stop meeting new people and trust them or we can do the exact opposite. What we choose to do defines if we have actually moved on from that broken relationship or not. If there are devils, there are angels as well and not every relation is destined to end on a happy note. The important part is, that person or that relationship brought a smile on your face and that’s what matters. We can either hate that person or forgive that person, but healing starts only when we forgive that person. When you forgive that person you become that bigger person and that’s important for your own mental peace and calmness.

                Every person gives us something in the form of moments and memories and then goes away from our life. Parting ways is never easy but that is inevitable and we can do nothing about it. Every such relationship gives us that opportunity in which either we can get depressed or collect its moments and forgive that person because of those happy memories. The final choice will always be ours and the option we choose will define us and our greatness. The only thing which matters is, what we do with those broken relationships…

                          I smiled after looking at the gallery of my phone and while sliding down those old conversations. It was still cold outside but it seemed pleasant now. That night I relived all those beautiful moments and memories which was given to me by some broken relations…J   

बस

घड़ियाँ गिन-गिन कर दिन गुज़ार लूँ,
ये हैसियत अब मेरी नहीं है
रातों को भी चौंधियाते इस आसमान में
तारे ढूँढकर मुस्कुरा लूँ,
इतनी शिद्दत अब मुझमें नहीं है
मेरे बिखरे टुकड़ों को समेट पाना,
अब इस शहर के बस की नहीं है ।
कड़वा कर चुकी हैं मुझे,
यहाँ की काली परछाइयाँ
और ज़हर हो जाऊँ,
ऐसी ख़्वाहिश अब मेरी नहीं है
बहुतेरी इमारतों की यहाँ,
दीवारें सिल गई हैं
और सिल गई हैं,
शहरवालों की रूहें
इन सबको धूप दिखाऊँ
ऐसी रहमदिली अब मुझमें नहीं है
बंजारा ही भला था मैं
भीड़ देखकर ठिठक जाऊँ,
ऐसी आदत अब मेरी नहीं है
मुझे एक पल को भी लुभा जाना,
अब इस शहर के बस की नहीं है ।

तो क्या होगा?

मुझको खोकर मैं चला,
जग को हँसी पिलाने ।
जो कोई रोककर मुझे,
पूछ बैठा मेरी तारीफ़ तो क्या होगा ?
अपने हर एक जख़्म को,
छोड़ा यूँ ही खुला मैंने
वक्त ही तो एक दवा है ।
पर कहीं अगर,
वक्त को न मिला वक्त तो क्या होगा ?
क्या इश्क है, क्या मोहब्बत
सब झोंक डाला सीने की आतिश में,
कभी सफ़र में कोई
इश्कदार दीवाना मिल गया तो क्या होगा ?
'मंज़िल' पर आने से पहले,
गया हर मंज़िल पर मैं
और अब इस पूरी दुनिया में कहीं,
मेरी तन्हाई को भी न मिला ठिकाना तो क्या होगा ?
आज घेरे है मुझे एक आग,
कल राख़ बच जाएगी
एक यही है डर लगा कि
उड़ते हुए हवा में ये राख़,
कर बैठी कोई शक्ल अख्तियार तो क्या होगा ?

MEMORIES...

                          BY-
                            ADARSH SINHA

People may come and go away,
But they leave behind memories,
Memories which have their presence,
Through which we can meet them again,

Reminding us of their aura,
That bond of love we shared,
Those golden moments we lived once,
Nothing seems more beautiful than this,

Standing amidst deep darkness,
Memories show us a path of hope,
Reminding us that we are not alone,
Motivating us not to stop ever,

We may lose our dear ones,
Their memories make them immortal...

कुरबत-ए-सिफ़र-5

1. अजब है मौसम इश्क का भी,
    ठिठुरते को ठंड मिली और प्यासे को बरसात नहीं..

2. क्यों हर सह़र पूछता है ज़माना मेरा मिज़ाज?
    रातों में मैंने ही अपने आँसू पोंछे हैं..

3. काश़ कि तुझ पर ख़त्म हो ये सफ़र आख़िरी हो जाए
    न हो तू मयस्सर,
   तो ये सह़र आख़िरी हो जाए
   काश़ कि रूक जाए,
   धड़कन भी, कलम भी
   और ये गज़ल आख़िरी हो जाए..

4. मेरी जिंदगी हुई एक गीला कागज़,
    कोई लिख न सके, जला भी न सके..

परिंदा

एक परिंदा रोज़ उड़ता है यहाँ
उड़ना ही उसका दस्तूर है
जो हवा ही बेरहम हो जाए तो मौला,
परिंदे का क्या कसूर है?
नाहक ही वो लड़खड़ाएगा,
गिरकर फिर उड़ न पाएगा
अनहोनी में उसकी रज़ा नहीं,
ज़मीं की गर्द में मिल जाएगा
मद्धम पड़ जाएँगी साँसें
तुझसे इतना ही कह पाएगा..

कहने की कोई चाह नहीं,
कि अरमानों को राह नहीं
तड़प-तड़प मरना हो तो भी,
निकलेगी एक आह़ नहीं ।

जानता हूँ तू नापाक नहीं,
ऐ मेरे परवरदिगार
धूल में लिपटा सिसक रहा हूँ,
फिर से उड़ने की चाहत में
तलाशता हूँ अपने लिए आँसू,
हर गुज़रने वाले की आहट में
मेरे टूटे पंखों का,
ज़िम्मेदार तू न सही
पर दिलों में इंसानियत,
क्या तेरी दुनिया में न रही?

वादा रहा कि तेरी दुनिया में,
वापस कभी न आऊँगा
और आज रूख़सती से पहले,
इतना ही कहना चाहूँगा

कहने की कोई चाह नहीं,
कि अरमानों को राह नहीं
तड़प-तड़प मरना हो तो भी,
निकलेगी एक आह़ नहीं..

MICROTALES...

                          By-
                            ADARSH SINHA

1. "I'll never leave you, I promise", she said with a smile on her face...
                 10 months later
She promised the same, to someone else...


2.                    My dear bestfriend...
   Thanks a lot for being that constant in my ever changing world of variables...


3. "I won't talk to you", she said...
    "I won't talk to you", he said...
    "Even if you people want to, I won't let           that happen", ego said and smiled at its         victory...


4. "Yes I don't think about her now", he convinced his friends...however... Only his dark nights knew the truth...


5. To all those who left me when I needed them the most,
                           Thanks a lot for moving away and not offering me any support... thanks because I realised that I am strong enough to handle my problems and emotions...


6. Her smile made his day and was the cure of all his troubles...she was his princess, his daughter was his world

An open letter to the one who took too long to realise.

Hey,
remember the days when you crashed yourself in my arms, as soon as you felt distorted, hoping I would put your pieces back into place? Remember the nights when I gulped down mugs of black coffee, just to listen to what you've been through?
Oh no, don't take it for a complaint, beloved. I just want to know if it is just me, who is travelling back into past, and imagining how the life is going to be without you, all at the same time.
But it hurts, in case you were wondering if it does.

But it's okay. I won't be be past everything, because I don't want to. But I'll be past you. The ruthless you, at least. I've been patching myself up even when you lay right beside me, so it wouldn't hurt any more to do so now.
Thanks to you, darling. :)

Well, just so that you know, you failed terribly at taking my vibrance along with you. For it would have been so surrendering of me to let that happen. My eyes can still see the colours, and my heart can still take pleasure from them.
The only thing you took away, was the part of me, that loved you.

I hope it doesn't let me die in your conscience too soon. Too soon for you to realise that I wouldn't turn to you, even if yours were the only words that could breathe life into me.

Because you, honey, did put me into the coffin when I was the most alive, and didn't think twice before closing the lid.


(The tears that turned into words, left a mark at least).

JOURNEY...

                           By-
                             Adarsh sinha

I had started this journey forcefully,
Scared and perturbed of this path,
Surrounded by darkness and silence,
Without any companion staring lonely,

Crying and begging for love and mercy,
Unaware of the challenges and struggles,
With no strength left inside and fragile,
Looking around for a ray of light and hope,

Trudging along on this desolated path,
Stumbling and losing my balance again,
Slowly but steadily continuing this journey,
Forging a bond with this dark road,

This darkness doesn't seem scary now,
With stars being my true companion,
They showed me light and hope,
This silence taught me my worth,

Walking ahead confidently on this road,
This journey doesn't seem long anymore,
Feeling happy and satisfied amidst darkness,
The journey which I once started forcefully...

नए-नए सपने

सावन की सम्मोहक बगिया में,
लहलहाते हैं नए-नए सपने
शोख़ बसंती हवा के संग,
खिलखिलाते हैं नए-नए सपने
सुबह की हल्की धूप में,
झिलमिलाते हैं नए-नए सपने।

रिमझिम बूँदों की धुन पर,
थिरकते हैं नए-नए सपने
बेला के सफ़ेद फूलों के संग,
महकते हैं नए-नए सपने
अलबेली, अकेली रातों में,
संवरते हैं नए-नए सपने।

नए-नए सपने हैं ये,
नए-नए सपने।

न सिर्फ़ बुने जाते हैं ये,
टूटते भी हैं नए-नए सपने
न सिर्फ़ साँसों में बसते हैं,
मरते भी हैं नए-नए सपने
भूख़ी-नंगी आगों में,
जलते भी हैं नए-नए सपने।

वो देखो, अरूण तो तप रहा है,
सुनो ज़रा, तरूण से कुछ कह रहा है..

कह रहा है कि ये धूप सुहावनी नहीं है,
ख़ामोशी से अंगारे बनकर बरस जाएगी,
झुलस जाएँगे तेरे नए-नए सपने
ये हवा लुभावनी नहीं है,
तूफ़ान बनकर सब उजाड़ जाएगी,
बिख़र जाएँगे तेरे नए-नए सपने।

रास्ते में फूल तो बिछे हैं,
पर उनमें कहीं रोड़े भी छुपे हैं
संभलकर चलना,
गिरकर टूट न जाएँ नए-नए सपने
ये सिर्फ़ सपने नहीं हैं,
तेरी साँसों की डोर है,
डोर ढीली मत छोड़ना,
उलझ जाएँगे नए-नए सपने.

आख़िर नए-नए सपने हैं न,
नए-नए सपने..

THE SILVER LINE OF JOY...

                            BY-
                              Punit Raj

Among the rumors, you may find the greatest truth

The center of the cyclone holds the calmest place

Tighten your lungs, hold your breath

Then make a shout and bring everything out

You are an idol of emotions, its ok to cry

But make sure to give it no second try

Amidst the darkness you find the brightest light

Rise above your sorrow, touch the silver line of joy

The most beautiful sunrise emerges post the darkest night


These beautiful lines were written by Punit :) so please do tell us your views and yes keep following us :)

Known

You don't know me,
but I know you.
I know you as the hand that intentionally touched my bare skin, passing by.
I know you as the thirsty eyes that followed me on my way back home.
Oh, you don't know me.
But I know you.
As everyone who laughed when I said I could fix a bike.
As everyone who said I couldn't be the figurative son.
I know you,
as the women, wearing low-cut blouses,
staring at my ripped jeans.
I know you, as the men, standing voiceless,
while I slapped one and brought him to knees.
I know you,
all of you,
who wanted me to marry at 23,
who wanted me to settle for free.
I know each of you,
breathing all the dejection into me.
Waiting desperately,
to see bangles in my hands,
and chains in my feet.


(The above piece of writing is based on the theme - 'the life of a girl' as suggested by one of our readers. I hope he/she will find it worth.) :)

SEPARATION...

                         BY-
                           Adarsh sinha

That gentle breeze blowing across,
Caressing my body and my soul,
Those old pathways and crossroads,
Which brings back thousand memories,

Memories which still haunt me,
Reminding me of my great loss,
Our never ending little arguments,
Your innocence and your smile,

Trudging on these known streets,
Feeling like a lost traveller here,
These streets don't seem friendly,
Still trying to find you here,

With a smile on my face,
Carrying the pain of separation!!! 

THE DARK ROOM...

                                                                               BY-
                                                                                 ADARSH SINHA

Sitting inside a dark room,

Surrounded by walls and a roof,

It had darkness all around itself,

Darkness which was my ally and friend,

Reminding me of those tough times,

Those uneasy and scary moments,

Which seemed unusually calm,

That room didn’t seem dark anymore,

Standing in that same old room,

Reliving my old life once again,

Every corner reminding me its worth,

Lost in the calmness of that room,

That room which taught me something,

Which transformed me into something,

Amidst the darkness of that room,

Which showed me the brightness of life!! 

Thoughts

Is it just me, or the every other writer, to whom the earth appears more beautiful at the night?

I was wondering why, sipping my coffee, standing in my balcony, looking around for answers.

What is the night made of, and what is the night made for?

The answer, as per my interpretation of it, is 'thoughts'.

Maybe the earth appears more beautiful because of the moon, or maybe because we think that the moon is beautiful.

Or, maybe because we see so less at the night. The less we see, the more we think. Who has the time to stop by the footpath and admire the serenity of the sky in broad daylight? Who does even think about it, except us, the writers?

We see so less of these concrete jungles, breathing so much filth. We see so less of the poor, their hunger, their thirst. The discomfort they are comfortable with. We see so less cracks in the buildings, in relationships. There's so less dirt on things, on memories. There're so less screams, except for the agony's. 

We see so less, of so many things.

But fellas, I'm a writer. I'm more comfortable with the truth, than the beauty. And though the earth mesmerizes me with its magnificence in this darkness, the scream of its agony penetrates me, while I sip my coffee, standing in my balcony.

I see the wind move gently, soaking the earth's pain, and I see the branches of the trees curve down, to caress it. That, fellas, is beautiful. 

And grievous.

A helpless teardrop escapes my eye.

The uncomfortable truth is, I can write about a world with lesser concrete jungles, lesser hunger, and thirst. I can write about a world with much lesser discomfort. Where neither the buildings nor the relationships have cracks, where the memories have not faded away under dozens of dirt.

And I ask you, what does it take to realize a such world?

The answer, as per my interpretation of it, is the same, 'thoughts'.

तो क्या हुआ

                           ~आदर्श सिन्हा

तो क्या हुआ जो तुम गिरे आज,
उठने की तो अब भी है आस
तो क्या हुआ जो तुम हो तन्हा,
सबका मसीहा एक वो भी तो है तन्हा
तो क्या हुआ जो तुम हो गए गम़गीन,
मुस्कुराहटें गमों के बाद ही तो हैं मिली
तो क्या हुआ जो तुम अभी हो लाचार,
लड़ने का हुनर तो अब भी है याद
तो क्या हुआ जो मुश्किल हैं हालात,
तूफ़ानों से लड़कर ही होती है नौका पार
तो क्या हुआ जो तुम हारे आज,
हथियार तो अब भी हैं तुम्हारे पास
तो क्या हुआ जो अँधेरी है ये रात,
चमकते सितारों की रौशनी तो अब भी है साथ
तो क्या हुआ जो आज कुछ नहीं तुम्हारे पास,
तुम्हारा आत्मविश्वास तो अब भी है तुम्हारे साथ
तो क्या हुआ जो राह में है थकान,
उस पार तो अब भी है तुम्हारे सपनों का मकान..

For our beloved readers..

Hey fellas,

Your appreciation and affection for our blog is very valuable to us. And since, a two-way interaction always proves better than a one-way interaction, we have thought of writing what you would like to read.
A random Indian teenager welcomes your suggestions. Starting from today, we want you to suggest us themes in the comments, and we will publish posts on the chosen ones every week.

We're waiting for the homework!!

Regards,
Shrishti and Adarsh. 

कुरबत-ए-सिफ़र-4

1.  एक झटके में बुला लेना मुझे अपने पास,
     ऐ ख़ुदा !
     तुझसे मिलने के वास्ते आख़िरी पलों का इन्तज़ार भी लम्बा है..


2.  मेरी तन्हाइयों की किताबों में जो तेरे गुलाबों की ख़ुश्बू अभी बाकी है,
     कुछ तेरी मोहब्बत का हिसाब फिर रहता है..


3.  ज़िक्र तो तब हो,
     जब बात ज़बाँ से छूटे भी
     अर्ज़ किया है,
     इश्क तो है, पर असर नहीं ..


4.  न पूछो मुझसे क्या कहती है मेरी शायरी,
     वो रंज़ है मेरा जिसका तुम लुत्फ़ उठा रहे हो..

शहर

है जो ये धुँध में लिपटा शहर,
मेरे ख़्वाबों को तोड़-मरोड़ उलझा देता है
कानों में चीखें गुँजाकर,
मुझे रातों को जगा देता है
गुम हो जाता हूँ मैं,
इसकी भीड़ में
अँधेरे में
जो मिटता नहीं
सैकड़ों जलती रौशनियों के बाद भी
और अकेली राहों में
मेरे इर्द-गिर्द सिमट आता है..
है जो ये बेचैनी उगलता शहर,
मुझे गलियों में भटका देता है
और है बात औरों की,
मैं मुझसे नहीं मिल पाता हूँ
खुद की आँखों में खुद का कुछ,
ढूँढता रह जाता हूँ
हवा भी मुझे यहाँ,
प्यार से नहीं सहलाती है
लगता है हर दफ़ा मुझपर,
हँसकर निकल जाती है
अब तो दिल भी यहाँ
पुरानी किताबों की ख़ुश्बू से दिल बहला लेता है,
है जो ये बिना तारों का शहर,
मेरी सिसकियाँ शोर में दबा देता है..

"I will never leave you, i promise", she said
                   12 months later...
she promised the same, but... to someone else!!!

SILENCE...

                                                                                    BY-
                                                                                       ADARSH SINHA

There was silence all around me,

With nowhere to go to and hide,

I could hear the rustling of leaves,

With a gentle breeze caressing me,

Feeling tired and weak from inside,

Silence was all my soul needed now,

Walking through that aisle of memories,

With no expectations and responsibilities,

With a smile sweeping across my face,

I was lost in this silence and its serenity,

This silence which had its own meaning,

I looked around myself for one last time,

Without any regrets or any complaints,

This world didn’t seem dark and scary,

This silence engulfing my soul and body,

I closed my eyes for one last time!!!

कुरबत-ए-सिफ़र-3

1.  शराब की बोतल सी है , ये ईमानदारी....

     कोई छोड़ता नहीं ,कोई छूता तक नहीं ..!!


2. उसकी याद में खुद को कुछ इस तरह जला देता हूँ

    आग से लिखता हूँ नाम उसका और आंसुओं से बुझा देता हूँ..


3. मैं तेरा मुंतज़िर हूँ मुस्कुरा के मिल

    कब तक तुझे तलाश करूँ अब आ के मिल

    यूं मिल के फिर जुदाई का लम्हा न आ सके

    जो दरमियाँ में है सभी कुछ मिटा के मिल..


4. जब तक रास्ते समझ में आते है,

    तब तक लौटने का वक़्त हो जाता है....

    यही जिंदगी है।

LIKE LOVE

Do you ever realise who loves whom more?

Me or you?

Can you think of measuring it?

Our love?

I cannot, because that would mean comparing it with a standard.

And love with a standard is not love.

It’s like love.

I wonder why is it so,

that you seem to be mine.

Though I know,

you are not my fidelity.

You never were.

You never would be.

Still I wait for that day to come,

which is a definition of never.

If I’m the wanderer then you’re the mirage.

The hope of drinking you in keeps me alive..

In this dessert, of the fake.

And you’re a fake truth of it.

You ask me to integrate you,

Complete you.

Oh yes I would, why would I not?

And then you ask me not to leave.

I answer in a yes.

My heart feels warmer,

bleeding.

I cannot leave you.

I don’t want to.

But oh yes,

how can I see someone else possessing the mirage,

which I longed for my entire journey?

I would die of thirst.

Would that be fair?

How would you do justice to me then?

Would you, in the first place?

You would not quench my thirst,

neither you would realise,

that why didn’t I let my thirst make me scream your name out loud in the dessert,

for making you appear,

though as a mirage.

But hey, mirage,

do not appear at the same place again,

where the sand would be soaked with my blood.

Because then that would be a standard.

Which would not be love.

It would be like love.

ऐलान

लग जाने दो अाग मेरे शामियाने में,

क्या ही बचा है जो ख़ाक हो जाएगा?

दिल क्या दिल ही रह गया अब,

जो किसी झटके से टूट जाएगा?

घूमा मैं दर-ओ-दीवार इश्क़ की रौनक लेकर,

मेरा सफ़रनामा जलाकर,

कौन ही यहाँ मोहब्बत कर पाएगा?

रौंदकर मुझे कच्ची ईंटों से,

कौन ज़माने में बेवफ़ा न कहलाएगा?

जब उसे जिंदा रखने के लिए,

मैं ख़ुद में ही मर जाऊँगा

तब भी क्या ही कोई आकर,

मुझे कफ़न भी ओढ़ाएगा?

एक रात है ढलने आई मुझपर,

ख़ैर, साथ तो मेरे रहती है

कहने की ज़रूरत नहीं,

मेरी ख़ामोशी समझती है

दिन कोई ऐसा वफादार, क्या ही मेरा हो पाएगा?

एेसा नहीं बचा कोई समंदर,

जो मुझे इश्क़ में डुबो पाएगा..

कुरबत-ए-सिफ़र-2

1.   जब खाली दामन भी भाए तो,

      जवाहरातों की बात क्यों करें

      ये रेगिस्तान हमने चुना है,

      यहाँ रेश़म होने की चाह क्यों करें?

2.  निज़ाम है अल्लाह का,

     जानबख़्शी हो या मौत हो

    क्या ही फर्क होगा,

    मेरे ख़्वाजा की पनाह में..

3. क्या ख़ूब तुमने भी अपना किरदार निभाया था

    हाथों में देकर जाम,

    मोहब्बत का लतीफ़ा सुनाया था..

4.  तुम तो क्या,

    शराब भी वफ़ादार न रही

    पी नहीं जाती,

    जितनी पैमाने में छोड़ दिया करते थे..

HOW DOES IT FEEL TO LIE?

Well today, I've a question for all of you, mates. A question that does not require to be answered, a question that just shakes your conscience bad enough to engulf itself. So, you ready?

How does it feel to lie?

How does it feel to look into the mirror, see the emotions of self-righteousness cross your eyes, while you prepare to tell a lie? How does it feel, to feel chills running down your spine, while your tounge slips away those words, which ain't true? How does it feel to lift your eyelashes and look the person in the eye, whom you just decided to betray? How does it feel to stare at absolutely nothing and wonder what if you ever get caught? How does it feel to reassure yourself that you haven't done anything wrong, while you murder that very emotion of self-righteousness in cold blood? How does it feel when the sensations of cowardice and fear crawl through your skin, and you can't help it? How does it feel to let that gigantic knot in your throat choke you? How does it feel when the enormity of your guilt crushes your spine and you can barely stand on your feet?

How does it feel to sleep at night, while your body sweats from the burden of your lie, knowing, that you got to carry it for many more nights?

THAT SPECIAL SOMEONE...

                                                                          BY-
                                                                             ADARSH SINHA

I was sitting alone on this road,

With silence being my companion,

Amidst this scary darkness,

With no one to talk to and go to,

You were no one to me then,

Just a name and nothing else,

Fate wanted us to meet on this road,

You started to mean something to me,

Slowly and steadily forging a bond,

Showing each other our woes and scars,

Holding on to me even in this darkness,

You kept me warm even in this storm,

Fighting with me and for me now,

This night doesn’t seem dark anymore,

From being a no one to me back then,

You have become that special someone…

कुरबत-ए-सिफ़र-I

"यूँ तो लफ़्ज हजारों हैं ज़बाँ को बादस्तूर बयाँ करने के वास्ते,

लेकिन हिसाब शायरी का अच्छा है शायर की बदौलत.."

1. जो मुस्कुरा न सकोगे नन्हें चेहरे देखकर यतीमख़ानों में,

    क्या ही रंग लाएँगी दुआएँ रमज़ानों में..

2. ज़िंदगी क्या है?

    कहीं किसी अंजुमने-मय में एक जाम का छलक जाना

    और कहीं किसी मधुशाला में घूँट-घूँट को तरस जाना..

3. इतराती है जो इस शहर में फैली तमाम रौशनी

    हैरत है,

    चिराग तले अँधेरा जिस शिद्दत से कायम है..

4. बस शायराना न कह दो उस शायरी को,

    जिसे शायर ने ज़ख़्मों को कुरेद कर उकेरा है..



~सृष्टि

इत्तला

मेरी आँखों का चुराकर पानी,

क्यों इंतज़ार करे सावन का तू?

रिसेगा जब मेरे छालों से ख़ून,

तेरे हिस्से में बारिश तो आएगी ही..

वो जो मेरे ख़्वाबों का बादल उड़ चला यहाँ से,

बूँदें उसकी तेरा आशियाना भिगाएँगी ही..

न कुछ कह देना उसे,

चुपचाप बरस लेने देना

वो ख़ामोश फिर गुज़र लेगा ।

आएगा ज़रा सुकून मुझे,

मेरा कुछ तो,

तेरे करीब ठहर लेगा ।

यूँ तो दगा कर नींद इन आँखों से,

जाकर तुझे सुलाएगी ही..

वो जो छिन गयी रौनक मुझसे,

तेरी राहों को गुलज़ार बनाएगी ही..

न ठिठक जाना वहाँ तुम,

मुझे याद भी न कर लेना

चैन होगा मुझे यहाँ,

कोई आवाज़ मुझे बुलाएगी नहीं..

जो रूख़सत न हो पायी तेरी मोहब्बत,

मुझे रातों में शायर बनाएगी ही..

~सृष्टि

THE WAR WITHIN...

                                                                                 BY-
                                                                                    ADARSH SINHA

There has been  numerous occasions when we feel like giving up and running away. Sometimes “I QUIT”, is all it needs to end all our troubles and struggles. However little do we know that our mind has waged a war against this darkness surrounding us. The most important war which every individual fights at some point in his/her life. It’s the war within us which decides our future because someone has rightly said, “your biggest competitor is only you and no one else”.

                                           You might be facing rejections, trust issues or even worse problems. All you can think of is closing your eyes and going into that deep and somber sleep so that nothing can trouble you ever. I just want to tell you that “YOU ARE NOT ALONE” and all of this will disappear one day. There is still a voice inside you which is demands your perseverance. That voice might be feeble at this point of time but that voice is not yet dead. Just close your eyes and listen to that voice which is coming through the dark woods in this extremely dark night. I know you will be scared in going inside those woods because you fear that you might get lost and never come back.

                          Look up towards that night sky, there is a plethora of twinkling stars which are there to light up your path. These stars are your thoughts, their light is your positivity and that voice is your will power. That light may be really dim but it has not yet faded completely. You can still listen to that voice coming through the woods, all you need to do is go inside and find it. I know you are tired and cannot walk  but you can still crawl and that is enough. This war is not over for you and you haven’t lost it completely. Your inner demons might be really strong at this point but you are not weak either.

                        This darkness and these dark woods were created by you and only you can vanquish your creation. Just close your eyes for a moment and feel that gentle breeze which is caressing your face and wounds. Slowly you will get all your answers through this calmness surrounding you and these woods. Those dark clouds are slowly moving away and now those stars are twinkling more brightly. The intensity of that voice has increased now hinting that you are very near to that voice.

                     Even if you were crawling, it doesn’t matter. The important part is, you did not stop and kept moving forward. Slowly, you will notice that this darkness is giving way to brightness and the Sun is rising over the horizon. In your quest to find that voice you have crossed those dark woods and now when you look back, those woods don’t seem dark anymore. This marked the end of your demons and that arduous battle which you were fighting. Finally, you won “THE WAR WITHIN”J. 

ये इश्क है या अजूबा, समझ नहीं आता

नशा महबूब में है या शराब में, समझ नहीं आता

लोग कहतें हैं, ये मोहब्बत नहीं, हिमाकत है तेरी

नुक्स हममें है या लोगों में,

समझ नहीं आता..

समंदर

मेरा अल्लाह मुझसे कहता है- "मुकद्दर की स्याही पर अफ़सोस मत कर, वक्त का दरिया उसे बहा ले जाएगा अपने साथ.. और लिख जाएगा एक नई इबारत तेरे दर पर। इन मोतियों को मत कर ज़ाया, अभी इज़हार और इकरार, दोनों बाकी हैं.."

जी में आया कह डालूँ सब, पर मेरा अल्लाह था वो, कैसे भूल जाता अपना अद़ब?

मैंने कहा- "मुकद्दर की स्याही पर अफ़सोस करना मेरी फ़ितरत नहीं, मौला। न अपने दर पर लिखी उन इबारतों की परवाह है, जिन्हें तेरे वक्त का दरिया बनाता बिगाड़ता रहता है। और तू क्यों कह रहा है मुझसे ये सब? तू तो ख़ुद नचाता आया है कठपुतलियों को.."

अल्लाह ठठाकर हँस पड़ा। बोला- "तू सोचता है तू कहेगा नहीं तो मुझसे तेरी तपिश की इत्तला न होगी? क्यों भूल जाता है मतवाले, अल्लाह हूँ मैं.. जो तुझसे और तेरे जैसों से परे है। जब मौत से जूझता अपनी मोहब्बत को याद कर रहा था तू, तब तेरी जानबख़्शी मैंने की है। उस सनम को देखकर जो अह़सास होता है तुझे, वो मेरा दिया हुआ है। उसकी याद में जिन्हें बहाता है, वो आँसू मैंने बख़्शे हैं तुझे, मैंने! मैं ही जिम्मेदार हूँ, तेरी नफ़रत का भी, मोहब्बत का भी.. मैं ही परवरदिगार हूँ, इस दुनिया का भी, उस दुनिया का भी "।

मेरा दिल भर आया। क्या कहता मैं उससे? उसके बख़्शे अह़सास और आँसुओं का ही ख़्याल हो आया शायद। नज़रें झुकाकर इतना ही कहा-" तूने कभी राह भी तो न दिखाई मुझे। ख़ुद ही गिरता संभलता चलता आया हूँ इन रास्तों पर। याद भी नहीं कि तूने कभी हाथ थामकर कहा हो कि कह डाल मुरीदे, हल्का कर ले दिल। "

इस बार नज़रें अल्लाह ने चुराईं। बोला-" मैं ये न कहता हूँ कि तेरा हाथ न थामूँगा, पर जब तुझे मेरी ज़रूरत होगी तब। मैं ये ने कहता कि न सुनूँगा तेरी दास्तान, पर जब तू समंदर नहीं, दरिया बनकर दिखाएगा तब। दरिया बन, और बह जाने दे जो कुछ है तेरी गहराई में। मत कर इकट्ठा उसे समंदर की तरह। दरिया की ऊँची नीची लहरों में खोने दे ये आँसू, मत रख इन्हें समंदर की परतों में.. वरना सैलाब ले आएगा ये समंदर, हाँ, कह देता हूँ। मिट जाएगी हर इबारत हमेशा के लिए, बेवकूफ़! "

सुन रहा था मैं चुपचाप। ज़िरह करने की न चाह़त थी, न गुंजाइश। कहना तो बहुत कुछ था, पर मोहब्बत बड़ी कमबख्त होती है.. महबूब से कुछ कहने को ज़बान नहीं पिघलती, और अल्लाह से कुछ कहने को दिल कड़ा नहीं होता।

पर मुश्किल था रोक पाना ख़ुद को। सो न रोक सका। बोल ही पड़ा आख़िर-"मैं तुझे और तेरे हुक़्म को सलाम करता हूँ, पर मैं यह न कर सकूँगा। तू कहता है कि समंदर न बनूँ मैं? तूने बनाया है समंदर मुझे, मेरे मालिक! सच कह गया तू, तू ही जिम्मेदार है, मेरी नफ़रत का भी, मेरी मोहब्बत का भी.. आख़िर चला ही गया महबूब मेरा, और तूने ख़बर तक न होने दी मुझे.. अगर लड़ रहा था मौत से मैं, तो क्यों की मेरी जानबख़्शी? देख मुझे और बता, क्या हूँ मैं जिंदा? कहाँ था तू जब घुटनों पर झुक-झुक कर सिर्फ एक दुआ की थी कि रोक ले मेरे दिल-अजी़ज को.. जो इतनी ही फिक्र थी इबारतों के मिटा जाने की, तो तब क्यों न आया रह़म तुझे अली? अब विदा कर मुझे, दरिया न बन सकूँगा अब मैं। ये आँसू हैं जो इस समंदर की परतों में, इन्हें दरिया की लहरों में खो नहीं सकता मैं, इन्होंने ही बाँध रखी हैं साँसें  मेरी.. आ जाने दे सैलाब मुझमें, तब ये आँसू भी बिख़र जाएँगे और मेरी साँसें भी। मिट जाएँगी इबारतें भी, मैं भी.. तब शायद अपनी उस दुनिया में लिख दे तू उसे मेरे मुकद्दर की इब़ारत में.. "

मेरे अल्लाह की आँखों से आँसू टपक पड़े।

AISLE OF MEMORIES...

                                                                                                 BY-
                                                                                                    ADARSH SINHA

Walking across that aisle again,

Watching you smile, laugh and giggle,

Sitting and staring at your face,

Those moments of happiness we shared,

                                                            

Reliving those promises made by you,

This world which is still magical for me,

Where both of us are still the same,

This aisle which gives me solace,

Trying to search me on this aisle,

Living our moments once again,

Do you still remember me?

Do you walk this aisle too?

Trying to feel your presence again,

I am walking this aisle of memories!!!

रात

ख़ामोश वो रात भयानक है,
जब चुपचाप गिरती बारिश में
कुछ आँसू टूटकर मिल जाएँ,
जब टिम-टिम वो तारे ऊपर
एक-एक कर बुझ जाएँ ।
सन्नाटे को चीरकर,
कोई आवाज़ पहचानी-सी
कानों में शीशे के जैसे पिघल जाए
जब यादों के जंगल में पुकारे कोई,
और राही अनसुना कर बढ़ जाए ।
भयानक है वो रात,
जो अब भी ख़ामोश है
जो ठंडे हुए जिस्मों को,
रोआँ-रोआँ सहलाती है
और उठती-गिरती पलकों में
बूँदें बनकर जम जाती है
इस अँधेरे में चमकने की तो,
सूरज की भी ताब नहीं ।
जब एक हँसी के बदले में
सौ मौतें कोई मर जाए
है ये रात ख़ामोश,
और अब भी वैसी ही
भयानक!
जो साथ अपने मोहब्बत का,
ज़हर लिए फ़िरती है
और हर गुज़रते दिल को
छलनी-छलनी करती है
इस बेदर्द को, दर्द देकर न मिला चैन,
अब मेरे ही आशियाने पर
सुबहो-शाम ढलती है
देख़ती है मुझे बिलख़ता,
मगर उफ़ कम्बख़्त, उफ़ तक न करती है ।
जलाती है मुझे, हर किसी को,
अपनी झुलसती आग में,
कि आग में कि जिसकी तो,
चिंगारियां भी दाग दें
और सहमे-कुचले बदनों पर
गर्म छड़ें छुआती जाती है ।
ख़ामोश और भयानक है,
ये रात..

~सृष्टि

SAINTS OF MAYHEM...

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                                                                                         ADARSH SINHA

India is known to be a country of diverse religions. A country so diverse with peaceful co-existence of such myriad religions has been tarnished by few who show intolerant tendencies.  Without knowing the true story they create chaos. There are some people who take advantage of this and become their messiah and self- proclaimed Godmen.

India is a country where nature and animals are worshipped, women are idolized and people have ultimate faith in the divine power. The countrymen with such an amazing history and culture blindly follow these messengers of God who ravenously befool them to fill their pockets and desires. This article of mine is dedicated to those self-proclaimed Godmen and their blind followers. I don’t want to offend anyone, so please read it at your own risk as it might hurt you or your values.

Whenever we land in trouble we look up and pray, pray to that almighty and run to holy places to seek peace and calmness. I haven’t seen that supreme power but still believe and worship him because I have been told by my elders about its existence and my elders have been told by their elders and this cycle has been continued since generations. The ironical part is… in today’s world, most of those preachers and messengers who tell us about God and his power may have not seen or experienced him themselves. So basically, people who follow these messengers blindly portray these people as their Gods. While doing so they forget about their worldly existence! They forget about the worldly vices that they can be filled with.

We not only believe these preachers of God, we blindly trust them. We send our children to these messengers hoping that they will instill some values inside them. May be our elders have still not realized the façade of values that these godmen carry. Even after knowing this, no one dares to question their theories, because we are scared that by doing so we will infuriate God and have to face the wrath of that supreme power. These self-proclaimed godmen have properties worth millions, but not even 50 percent is given to needy and poor, and we call them our “SEVAKS”. From getting V.I.P memberships to paying a hefty amount for their ashrams…we are just making a fool of ourselves and nothing else.

Even after seeing the disastrous consequences of our belief in those ASARAM BAPUS and RAM RAHIMS, we are not ready to learn our lessons. We need to understand that a criminal is a criminal, even if he portrays himself as a messenger or a godmen! We carry out candle marches and protests when a girl is raped and murdered and demand justice, and when finally justice is served…those same people wreak havoc!!! They burn buses, beat people and disrupt normal lives. How can they see their Godmen being sent behind bars? They really don’t care about those poor girls whose integrity was outraged. They least care about these shattered lives. What matters for them is their faith in these Godmen.

I wish if that supreme power is actually seeing all this brouhaha? I wish those blind followers could realize that the solutions to their problems lies inside them. These solutions can never be sought for through these messengers. We talk about progress and wish to adapt modernization. However we forget that modern thinking can only lead to this modernization.. We can never think of progressing if we keep on believing and portraying people as our Gods.

I am happy that our judicial system is taking steps in this direction and sending these self-proclaimed Godmen where they actually belong. While there are some people who still support these animals, there still are people who are actually speaking against this terrible practice and want to bring a change in the society. We don’t need these preachers to tell us what God wants from us because they themselves are unaware about the teachings in our holy books. We need to realize that we require to build our thoughts on rational, scientific and moral blocks. Otherwise they will continue to exploit us for their own good. I don’t know much about religions or that supreme power but I know this certainly that no religion or God would ever want us to kill or rape anyone!!! We need to realize this too and stop fighting amongst ourselves in the name of religion. It’s time for us to get together and show these saints of mayhem their real place, maybe then humanity and God, both will smile upon us…J

तालीम

नंगे पैरों में जलते छाले,
सबको कहाँ मयस्सर हो पाते हैं।
खून के ये रंग, हर कूची में नहीं सिमट पाते हैं।
जिंदगी को आयाम जिंदगी नहीं, सफ़र के लोग कभी दे जाते हैं।
रुलाई में लिपटे संगीत को कितनी आसानी से अनसुना कर जाते हैं,
राह में आँखें खोलकर चलते भी, हर कदम पर ठोकर खाते हैं,
प्यासे बैठे एक बच्चे की तड़प, महसूस नहीं कर पाते हैं।
हर इंसान कोसता है उसे यहाँ, बदनसीबों की तादाद बहुत ज़्यादा है,
मैं तो चाहूँ हर इंसान पूछे उससे, तू क्यों इस मेहरबानी पर आमादा है।
पर न वो सवाल पूछते हैं, न आईना देख पाते हैं।
खूबसूरती को बस चंद चेहरों में ढूंढते रह जाते हैं,

वो क्या जाने कि परिंदे भी, हर घर में घोंसले नहीं बनाते हैं।
खुशनसीब होते हैं वो मल्लाह, जो समंदर के तूफ़ान देख पाते हैं,
खुले जिस्म पर कोड़े खाने का दर्द नसीब वाले भी नसीब से पाते हैं।
'जिंदा तो वो होते हैं, जो ज़माने के लिए तालीम बन जाते हैं।'

~सृष्टि 

I AM SORRY

                                                                                                           BY-
                                                                                                             ADARSH SINHA

Sitting alone lost in myself,
Staring at my small world,
Knitted with love and smiles,
It wasn't the same anymore,

Those people were not the same,
That bond wasn't the same,
With tears filled in my eyes,
Staring helplessly at my world,

Like someone counting his last breath,
My small world was crumbling down,
That inner ego laughing at my world,
Engulfing all my happiness and smile,

Left with only memories to haunt me,
Those golden moments we shared,
Defeated by our hollow pride again,
"I AM SORRY" was all it needed!!!

DEMONS INSIDE US...

                                                                                                     BY-
                                                                                                        ADARSH SINHA

There is a demon inside us,

Hiding and eating our soul,

Forcing us to wreak havoc,

Demons playing with our life,

Demons hurting our closed ones,

Asking us to behave like saints,

Forcing us to hide and wear mask,

Not letting anyone know about them,

Taking everything away from us,

Throwing us inside a dark world,

Demons feeding on our negativity,

Getting stronger with each passing day,

Taking us away from loved ones,

Causing us to lose our world,

Ruling our life, soul and feelings,

There is a demon inside all of us!!!

                                                           

VICTORY...

                                                                                    BY-
                                                                                       ADARSH SINHA

This amazing feeling of victory,

This amazing feeling of triumph,

Getting over my shortcomings,

Basking in the glory of victory,

Looking at my own self in mirror,

Which once looked weak and fragile,

Now looked an epitome of strength,

Unable to hide my storm of emotions,

Standing alone at this point of life,

With no one around me to share this joy,

Standing at the peak point of my life,

But standing alone and looking down,

Price of victory which I paid,

Walking over my friends and family,

Trying to embrace and enjoy this,

Standing alone with my victory!!