Sunday, April 19, 2009

Unke Jaane Ki Chubhhan

saal bhar ho aaya hai
dil mein abhi bhi hai aggan
janaaza toh kab ka hai nikla
hai abhi unke jaane ki chubhhan

nazron se gire hai woh sabke
unke jaane ka phir bhi hai gamm
saal bhar ho aaya hai ab
ye dard na hua hai kuchh kamm

nakhre unhone humaare jo uthaaye
dekha unhone jo humaara bachchpana
kabhi woh unka hona gussa
kabhi humaare baalon ko sehlaana

woh toh thhe do sunehre saal
dil mein kitni yaadein hai bharee
unka woh lamba sa kadd
unki woh kameez haree

har raat dil ye hai mujhse poonchche
hai kahaan woh samaa apna
kya hai ye iss din ki haqueqatt
hai kya ye ek buraa sa sapna

saal bhar ho aaya hai
dil mein abhi hai aggan
janaaza toh kab ka hai nikla
hai abhi bhi jaane ki chubhan


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1 comment:

Amitabh said...

Take a bow buddy. What strikes me as out of ordinary is
1. The theme, the story - it comes out clearly - a steady flow.
2. The words and their interplay - it might sound obvious, but isn't that what poetry is all about.
3. Its old world poetry - set to a meter, set to a rhyme. Am currently reading modern non-metered poetry, and I do struggle a bit with that.
4. The subtle hints left here and there like a puzzle, almost as if the author is playing a mind-game with the reader.

Well, if it sounds like I am impressed - it is. In my heart I am a wannabe poet, one who probably died long ago, but nurses a fancy of a phoenixical rise.....

Ah...wish life was so much in a meter.