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..