Sunday, 21 August 2011

adhoore se.....

तेरी हर ख़ामोशी ,
दिल को यूँ सहमा जाती है,
दूर होकर मुझसे तू ,
दिल को तड़पा क्यों जाती है,
तुझको एहसास ही नहीं इस दर्द का,
फिर क्यों अपना बेताब सा चेहरा
अधूरी सी मुस्कान लिए ,
मेरे ख्वाबों में चली आती है.

जवाब दे मेरे इन सवालो का,
की इन्हें भी तेरी सिसकियाँ छुपा ले जाती है,
लगे न लगे तुझे पर ,
अब गोलगप्पों से भरी हर शाम,
अधूरी ही रह जाती है.

बैठी है तू अभी मेरी पलकों पर ,
यकीन कर ले मेरे इन लफ्जों पर,
या देख ले मेरी आखों से बह कर ,
हर ज़र्रा अब अपनी हद तलाशता ,
तो क्यों मेरी हदों में तू नहीं आता .

Monday, 18 July 2011

wo jab aai .....

KYA PATA THA MUJHE……

उन खुशियों को मुट्ठी में बटोरे हुए ,

चला था मैं सागर के किनारों पर,

कशिश थी उन लहरों में,

पाना चाहता था उस फलक को,

उन खुशियों को ……

मुझे क्या पता था,

मेरी मंजिल तो मेरे ख्वाबो से भी सुन्दर थी,

ये हकीक़त या ख्वाब था,

किसे पता था,

मुझे तो उन राहों पर मजिल का इंतजार था,

मुझे क्या पता था….

वो जुल्फें जब उड़ी,

मौसम ने भी करवट ली,

वो चाहत भरी आखें जब झुकी,

मेरे आस पास ये दुनिया रुकी,

वो जुल्फें….

ज़िन्दगी की ख्वाहिश तो थी वो,

छूकर उसकी आहों को भी ,

तन्हा था वो एक एहसास ,

बंद आखों के पिंजड़ो में पाया उसे पास,

ज़िन्दगी की……..

Khoya gaya kahin.....??

कितनी पास थी वो मेरे ,

मेरी पलकों के सहारे,

बैठी थी कुछ शरमा के,

शोर भी था उसकी ख़ामोशी में,

गुजरी हवा जब मेरे पास से,

लगा होठों को चूमा हो उसने,

वो आबो हवा लगी मझे अपनी सी,

शायद छूकर आई थी उसकी सासों को,

उसकी दुनिया थी चाँद के पार,

भीगे आसमान के सिराहने,

सुबह के रोशन तालाब से,

निकलती थी वो परदा करके,

गुलाबी से होंठ,काले नैना,

भीगी थी जुल्फें,मचला सा मन,

उसका खुदा भी बड़ा हसीं होगा,

गुम था कही मैं,खो गया मैं उसके ख्यालों में,

My never ending short stories....

my fiction…
Our 1st Week at New Flat :>>>>>>>>>

Legs were still paining, eyes were still closed. I tried to open my eyes; ANI and Dev were also lying as death bodies. I heard the sound of water falling on bathroom floor; I hardly managed to kick ANI. “Ani please Turn off the tap” I requested.
I don’t know why he agreed without my begging it was 8th wonder for me, please ignore other seven. He actually woke up from his death. He went towards bathroom and turn off the tap but he dint come to sleep again.
I was trying to sleep; I badly needed a sound sleep. But Ani started shouting.
“Dev wake up, wake up Karan, c’mon guys you should not miss this scene” He was sounded so happy. But I didn’t care and started dreaming again. He bent towards Dev and yelled in his ear. Dev was about to slap him. He pulled Dev into hall and suddenly my ears sensed that Dev was also shouting. Yes, it was him, I saw them dancing as I entered in the hall, they were happy as they won lottery.

“What happened guys, kahe itna khush ho?” I enquired with a curious voice.
“Go and sleep you couch potato!” They together said and laughed.
I dint care; I switched on music system and joined them. Ani signaled towards balcony, they really hit a lottery; it was more than a lottery. It was a jackpot.
The sun was trying to peep from the window of clouds, the sky was orange shaded and the group of birds was drawing an arrow sign on the blank book of that sky. Roses were breathing fresh air; green was feeling greener because it was something different about this morning. First we were in our new flat and second was more interesting.
A girl was exercising Yoga; she was must be an angel from fairytales. She wearing pink track suit which was making her prettier. A song in ‘English’ was playing and I wasn’t able to catch that. She was in one of gorgeous ladies, I have ever
seen. Three of us were staring the girl and having different thought about that girl.

The song was totally fitted on the situation;

“LAK TWENTY EIGHT KUDI DA FOURTY SEVEN WEIGHT KUDI DA……”

It seemed that Daljit sung this one only for that girl.

As we usually did in our hostel days when we were happy; I did the same and started jumping on our brand new bean bag; there is nothing ‘mine’ in our flat except our underwear, toothbrushes. Dev fetched me back to the real world. We danced and enjoyed the moment for next few minutes, and then we headed to our beds and slept again.

some pages of my diary...

Subah – Subah Uthte hi…>>>

It was very hot day in Ghaziabad; I found it as I woke up. It was about 1:15 pm. I tended to kitchen, I needed some cold drink but I couldn’t, I managed with coffee.

‘We don’t have a damn fridge’ I thought.

I made my friends get up from there beds. We had to arrange our flat so we decided to shop everything we badly needed; fridge, cooler and many more.

“Lets collect our money and shop” I suggested with I’m more smart look.

I know I wasn’t. Afterwards we found ourselves in an electronics goods shop named BHATIA ELECTRONICS; we bought a LG refrigerator worth eight thousand bugs to our pockets. We shopped a lot for a Levis lifestyle.

Atta, dal and basmati rice were in top of our food list then jam, butter, sauce, bread and my favorite pickles.

We hired an auto rickshaw for our convenience and left at 9 in night by my watch. As we entered into the apartment the carton of LG was there; off course consisted a fridge too. But the thing which made Ani yell on security guard was that a lot of bags and boxes were kept over our brand new fridge. Seeing this Dev also started scolding the guard. They were really furious about that and me too. But I dint say anything because they were enough for a single man including 0.22 mm rifle.

“Excuse me please!” a pleasant voice collided my ears.

The four of us turned around and three mouths were open. It was the same girl, we saw in morning.

“Yah!” Ani said.

“I am really sorry.” Girl with her apologized to us.

“For what?” Dev asked.

“Arey! Sahib main itni der se yahi to keh raha hoo ki nai memsaab logo ka saman hai, abhi lene aati

hongi.” He said almost crying.

“Don’t you have manners? How can you put your luggage over anyone’s belongings? ” Ani said angrily.

“Actually we have that’s why we said SORRY before.” she emphasized on the word SORRY.

“It’s okay! So myself Devansh, he is Karan and this man is Aniraj” Dev handled the situation actually he hit a six, he was introducing us to the cutest faces around our apartment.

‘He is a real player man!’ Ani and I exchanged our glances and winked with are you thinking the same look.

They also introduced themselves, named as Rehana and Reshama.

“Nice names, kisne rakha!” I tried to punch but only I laughed rest were staring me so they ignored and continued with their conversation. None can still get my humor.

“Actually we are seven girls staying together in just front of your flat.” She shocked us.

‘How can she know about this, did she see us staring her in morning’ I was thinking as she said again “I asked Ramlal

about your fridge and he told us your flat number.”

‘Ramlal; must be our security guard, she knows everything’ I was wondered.

“I am very glad to find you all as our neighbors.” That was too cheesy lines of Dev.

“So good night and bye, nice to meet you.” Ani said suddenly. He wanted them to leave with their luggage.

They wished us too and asked Ramlal to bring the luggage to their flat; offering him a hundred rupee note. They left and Ramlal too with the luggage. Anyhow we adjusted fridge and other things to our place. Thank god! We had elevators,

‘Science makes things easy to do’.

We were in kitchen and only I was on duty to prepare food; we were discussing about those girls. They were really beautiful; perfect for NSP (Nain Sukkh Prapti). I was chopping onion and Ani helped as an entertainer with his any time jokes.

“Fuck you! You are taking so much time, Maa hoti to ab tak khana taiyar ho jata.” Dev was frustrating due to hunger. It was his idea that I should make dinner because it was getting too late and in Ghaziabad, it is very difficult to find auto in night at cheap rates.

“I’m doing as fast as I can and I’m not your newly married wife.” I hit.

“C’mon guys shut up and think about girls; Aaaawwww.” Ani said. Ani had a habit and that is he showed that he didn’t like girls in front of others but he liked them.

“OMG! I had to call her. She’ll kill me bro.” Dev said and collected his phone to call her girlfriend.

“Hey Dev asked her to convey that I can’t make a call to Palki because I am cooking.” I said.

I forgot to tell you; the three of us were committed and they were mutual friend actually we studied together in college. I don’t like the word ‘girlfriend’; so I don’t use it in this book onwards.

Yes! I was committed with a cute girl named “PALKI”; her actual name was “PALAK”. Devansh had; no, still he has the girl “ADITI”, he is fucking lucky person. Ani loved “TRIPTI” and she did the same. Everything was crystal perfect and we were happy with our lives; life means both our love and life. Life was giving us full pleasure actually our parents worth everything for our happy lives and we were thankful to them.

That night two ears were kept listening to each others voice, only love was all around for two souls. We called it LNT means Late Night Talks; the most expensive thing in a love story.

“I lub u babe, I swear I dint do anything wrong.” Dev described the incident and now he was making her understand that he dint do anything intentionally; boys are born player. After all women give them birth. Dev was a player but he don’t ever want to cheat her lady and he wouldn’t. I think they talked whole night and we were trying hard to sleep because Mr. DJ (DEV) was playing her favorite songs to please his Goddess. It was approx 6:50am when my sleep broke out and light crashed the door of my eyelashes. I usually don’t wake up so early like this but the same music like; a morning before; was attracting me. I went to balcony and stretched my body; eyes were stuck to a pleasing vista. She was too erotic to loose control; Rehana was there at her balcony. I shocked when she waved her hand to me.

‘Am I lucky? She wished me hi. She is striking. Should I wave her back?’ my mind calculated this too fast and in respond I waved her back. Then she started doing Yoga again, she seemed more happening than Shilpa Shetti’s Yoga Video. I was thinking about her and then suddenly heard a knock at the door. I opened the door, found an angel there, she was Reshama; the girl with Rehana. She brought her hand near to mine and handed me a glass bowl and asked,

“Do you have coffee? If yes then please give me a little bit. ”

“Yah sure why not, it’s my pleasure to help my neighbors.” I was too sweet that time.

“Thank you so much. Actually I don’t find coffee near our locality and only I know you.”She responded with honeydew words.

“Your welcome.” I said and got inside the kitchen, she went behind me. I dispense some coffee into the bowl and she held the bowl in her teddy like hand.

“I will glad if you come to my place and have some coffee.” She asked.

I was really feeling so lucky. I nodded in yes and followed her until her place. I parked my bum at sofa located in her hall; it was also a 3BHK flat. They decorated it with Pink and purple, girls like these colors so much; in my opinion. A painting was hanging there resembling an old one. On the right corner a show piece of flowerpot placed and the small one was kept over the center table. A hanging chair made of jute was hanging on the most left of the room. A great piece of art was fixed on wall which was painted black. It looked a lot like pairs of pigeon were caring each other in night. I can saw a big dining table near the kitchen; they adjusted it like dining hall. The ten minutes passed and no one approached me, so I helped myself and went to the kitchen. Reshama was tying her hair by a band. I saw coffee was still in the bowl; that was the perfect time to play the game.

I fetched a pot and poured some milk, water and coffee powder; drop some sugar cubes. Lit the gas stove and as I turned back I saw her gazing me with curiosity. I ignored that and prepared coffee for three; I guessed Rehana also would have a cup. I came back to the dining and girls joined me. I asked for other mates of their flat and they said that they hadn’t come yet. I continued my talk by half an hour, I asked both for their contact numbers and they exchanged the number without any hesitation.

It is not like that I was cheating my beloved; I was just making new friends and I was very sure about that. After all it makes your repo when a next guy checks out your contact list; that’s all. Boys can understand this and having no idea about girls respect to this topic.

So after spending a good time I returned to my place and I was hungry to make other knew about my pleasant morning.

Mere Kwaab...

ना सोचा ना समझा, बस चला उन राहों पर ,

आज खड़ा हूँ, अंजाने से दोराहों पर,

अब सोचता हूँ चलूँ किस ओर,

जो मिल जाये मंजिल का निशाँ,

फिर देखता हूँ , ये मंजिलें, ये राहें ले जाएँगी कहाँ?

क्या पा सकूँगा वो जो पाने निकला था,

लगता है अभी दूर हूँ शिखर से, मन तो यही कहता है,

इसीलिए जरुरत है एक साथी की ,

ये कहानी हैं उस जलते हुए दिये की बाती की,

वो तो आत्मा है उस दिये की,

पर सारा जहाँ भूल जाता है, समर्पण उस बाती का ,

शायद वही बाती बन गया हूँ मैं |

खुद से मैं यूहीं पूछता हूँ,

क्यों दूर है वो इतना की नज़र नहीं आता,

पास जो जाऊ तो पास नहीं आता ,

क्या डर है ये प्यार के एहसास का,

या डर है उसे इस पापी संसार का,

जितने भी मिले आज तक सब भूखे ही थे,

क्या विश्वास क्या निष्ठा उनके लिए शब्द अर्थहीन ही थे,

यही था वो डर जो पनप रहा था उसके मन में,

क्या कहेगी ये दुनिया इस रिश्ते को,

क्या अब कहूँ , मुश्किल में हूँ,

अब मिलेंगे अगर मिलना लिखा होगा.

शायद ये ख्वाब कभी पूरा होगा |