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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.