course i will remember this…
not the hurtful words.
mere affacted by some chemical changes.
not the loud voice,
that led frequent trumbling.
not even you or them.
but i will remember,
the parmanence in me,
to make myself distant with longlessness.
to create a distance with every living thing.
i will remember it,
by saying everytime.
now this is me.
and after every passing time,
they will say,
she’s been always like this.
har kavita, har lekh ya har shayri,
likhna zaroori nahi hota.
kuch shabda yuhi bol ke,
hawa main ghul zane do.
laharo main udate shabda,
tair jayenge har pahadi choti,
ya daudenge khule maidaan main veeran.
kisi ke kaano ko sahlate hue,
chhun jaynge uska mann.
viddvano main ek viddvan,
nahi likhi usne ek bhi kitab.
zaharpaan mila tha usse,
yuva maansikta ko bhrashta karne ke liye.
par mano jaise jigyasa ko janm
ussi ne diya ho.
har shabda likhna zaroori nahi hota.
kuch ko bol ke, yuhin hawa main ghul jane do.
sab kuch bikhra bhikhra sa,
upar se sab simta sa.
bhau aur aankhon ke beech thos sa,
par chehre main bebak sa.
kabhi kabhi koniyoan ke kampan main,
toh kabhi gale ke nigole main.
vani main bhi rahta hai,
thoda ojhal thoda dikhta.
mann ke andar jade jamakar,
baitha hota hai bahut andar.
“bechara, akela hoga”
“stress handle nahi kar pate sab”
“kisi se baat hi kar leta”
akela, kaise?
Avasad kabhi akele nahin chhodta.
wo rahta hai hamesha saath.
stress handle kiya tabhi toh avasadit hai.
palle jhadna janta toh “NORMAL” Hota.
baatein toh sabse hi ki hogi.
balki jyada spashtwadi hi raha hoga.
par spasht-ta acchi nahi lagti,
nahi spashtwadi.
dheere dheere mangumna ho chala.
aab shabda nahi milte bolne ko.
nayi bhasha jo bolne laga.
jo prachalit nahi thi.
nikalne ki ji-jor koshish,
dhhanche main na samaane ke liye,
sukh-dukh ka pata nahi,
santushti ke liye.
akaran hi ladte rahna.
koshish karte rahna.
samay kharab hai, sab ke liye.
alpa-viram mila hai,
sabse prem karna,
par pahle apne aap se.
vyavhar badalne se pahle
use apnana bhi zaroori hai.
apnane main yeh pata karna
ki kya badalna bhi zaroori hai??
in vast open ground, lying there a person,
comes four times a day for compulsion.
the schedule is never missed, what ever is the occasion.
morning, noon nd evening then night…
there he is, ohh not just for the sight.
passerby call him mentally unstable,
some just call him freeable.
“don’t he has anything to do like some work” my frnd asked.
he just looks up in the sky.
“like everytime” i wondered..
once i went and asked, what is that you get from god knows what!!!!
he smiled nd said, “i am here to seize the day”.
even i thought he is just some mad ray.
then he laughed nd says, “i meant literally”
you all watch me nd others for subject matter,
i can’t do that so i prefer the later, he continues.
now i know, he is atrangi. for irony,
extra than oridinary……….
I heard this poem first in a movie, “hawa hawai’.. it’s a great nd must watch movie…
Look at this… 👀 https://pin.it/I3xKfqF
times when you want to say something,
but you choose not to.
times when you want to shout.
but you instead do it in your mind.
times when you want other person to shut up.
but you don’t ask bcuz may be he/she is more frightened than you.
times when you want to escape,
but all you can do is to run from youself.
you choose not to make any decision,
so that everything settles down on it’s own.
times when you want to hide,
but there is’nt any place out there.
everything is open and closed.
