Friday, July 1, 2011

चमकता सितारा



चमकता सितारा

बचपन में माँ ने एक तारा दिखाया,
चटख अमावस रात में,
एक चमकता सितारा.
कहा जो कुछ भी चाहिए,
इससे ही मांग लेना, मिल जाएगा.
तबसे मेरी कामधेनु बन गया,
मेरा चमकता सितारा.

आईसक्रीम न मिल पाने पर,
मीठी ठंडक देता,
मेरा चमकता सितारा.
गेंद खो जाने पर,
साक्षात गोल पिंड बन जाता,
मेरा चमकता सितारा.
दीवाली में पटाखे ख़तम हो जाने पर,
झिलमिल फुलझड़ी बन जाता,
मेरा चमकता सितारा.

किताब के पन्नो के बोझिल पड़ने पर,
टिमटिम प्रदर्शनी बन जाता,
मेरा चमकता सितारा.
मेरी दादी माँ के 'जाने' के बाद,
उनका अपना घर बन गया,
मेरा चमकता सितारा.
सूनी आँखें जब किसी दोस्त को ढूँढती,
कंधे पर गल-बैय्याँ डाले साथी बन जाता,
मेरा चमकता सितारा.

लेकिन आजकल रूठा रूठा सा है,
मेरा चमकता सितारा.
विचलित मन अगर थोड़ा आश्वासन खोजता है,
तो अब मुँह बिचका लेता है,
मेरा चमकता सितारा.
आकुल ह्रदय अगर कभी सौंदर्य तलाशता है,
तो अब आँखें तरेर देता है,
मेरा चमकता सितारा.

कब तक विमुख रहेगा मुझसे,
मेरा चमकता सितारा.
विचलित मन, आकुल ह्रदय की मनुहार,
कब तक टालता रहेगा,
मेरा चमकता सितारा.
आँखें मूंदे, बाहें पसारे, साँसे रोके खड़ा हूँ,
सोचता हूँ, वापस कब लौटेगा,
मेरा चमकता सितारा.

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

ज़िन्दगी तुझको तो बस ख़्वाब में देखा हमने..


ज़िन्दगी तुझको तो बस ख़्वाब में देखा हमने..




ज़िन्दगी तुझको तो बस ख़्वाब में देखा हमने..
जागती आँखों का ख़्वाब था,
नींद की कोपलों में लिपटा सा ख़्वाब था,
अँधेरे का गिलाफ़ ओढ़े हुए,
किसी कोने की चार-दीवारी में सिमटा सा ख़्वाब था.
ज़िन्दगी तुझको तो बस ख़्वाब में देखा हमने..

ज़िन्दगी तुझको तो बस ख़्वाब में देखा हमने..
तुम उस ख़्वाब में कितनी खूबसूरत थी,
उस ख़्वाब में कलकल नदी की तरह बहती रही,
मुझसे कभी कोई रुखा-रूठा सवाल भी नहीं पूछा,
बस मुझको बाहों में लेती रही, आत्मसात करती रही.
ज़िन्दगी तुझको तो बस ख़्वाब में देखा हमने..

ज़िन्दगी तुझको तो बस ख़्वाब में देखा हमने..
बेदाग़ चन्द्रमा के होने जैसी मिथ्या थी तुम,
इन्द्रधनुष के स्वर्ण-कलश जैसी कल्पना थी तुम,
अधखुली-अल्साई पलकों से छिटकी हुई,
जागती आँखों में उतराई मृग-तृष्णा थी तुम.
ज़िन्दगी तुझको तो बस ख़्वाब में देखा हमने..

Saturday, May 7, 2011

The Perfect Story



There lived a White Swan in a distant pond
It was a massive pond
The water was misty and the green gorgeous
Then there was also life around him
Friends and family and friends those who were familial
Sunrise was celestial and Sunset was divine too
And it was a Perfect pond.

The White Swan was good at what he did
He was very good at what he planned
All around him depended on his instincts
Many lived to tell tales of his intuition
Many lived ’coz they didn’t die because of him
He was their Messiah
And he was a perfect Saviour.

The White Swan was a vivacious little soul
He had immense might in his breasts
He would burn the water when he trudged ahead
He would beat all
And he would beat them all with time to spare
Such were his strokes and so mighty his strength
That he was a Perfect Champ.

The White Swan had a tender little heart
He found his lady when she had swooned down
Swooned down for a gulp while flying South
She was a maiden from across the mountains
Spotlessly white, hazel eyes, godly beauty
But she fell for him and his manners
And it was a Perfect Romance.

The White Swan was a satiated spirit
The Pond was Perfect
He was a Perfect Messiah
He was a Perfect Champ
And he had a Perfect Romance
He had them all and he always thanked God for it
Because it was a Perfect Life

And one dusky eve
When the Sun was about to give way
The White Swan flew away
Flew away into the Sun
And with the Sun
Vanished into the blackness
Never to be seen again
Because he thought it was a Perfect Ending…

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

Cricket Fever and Husbands - A Wife's Point of View!!


Today the work in office has finished early,
When there’s Cricket, work vanishes naturally,
My husband with his frame burly,
Lumbers on to his couch with chips and coffee slowly.

How these Husbands finish work so swiftly?
What happens to them when bringing the grocery daily?
God help our souls and banish Cricket forever,
Save my Husband, he is stung by Cricket Fever.


Look at the delight when the batsman has hit a four,
Like a hungry has hit upon a wonderland of butter pure,
No attention to even emergency calls anymore,
Now even Facebook, Orkut and Twitter cease to lure.

Where does this delight disappear when going for a dinner?
The expression is somber and the talks even gloomier,
God help our souls and banish Cricket forever,
Save my Husband, he is stung by Cricket Fever.


He is over the moon; the batsman has hit a century,
Like he has struck upon a lottery while in a state of penury,
Seems he is a king now and can rescue all and sundry,
Devil may care what has happened to the kitchen’s inventory.

Where does this moon go when we have moment of peace together?
I look at him and he has looks back cooler than a refrigerator.
God help our souls and banish Cricket forever,
Save my Husband, he is stung by Cricket Fever.


Just heard the World Cup is done and dusted,
Thank you God, his kingdom has been busted,
This was the time for which I had always waited,
His couch, chips and coffee always had me frustrated.
But hello!!
He comes back, sits on the couch and asks for his coffee and chips,
The World Cup is over but the IPL will stay for next eight weeks.
God help our souls and banish Cricket forever,
Save my Husband, he is stung by Cricket Fever.

(PS: This is a myth which is hard to fathom for wives!!)