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Sunday, March 8, 2009

Sard subah aur School bus.


bhaari sa basta blazer pe tikane ki koshish karte
blazer ke button khule, tie latki, bhahen chadhi style marte thand mein marte
tadke subah dhundh mein bus stop pe vicharte
ek saal badi senior ko dekh ke aahein bharte
hum school bus ka intezaar karte the

schooli kaydon se toh bhali-bhanti vakif the hum
par stop aur class mein achchi ladkiyon ki sankhya thi kum
toh marta kya na karta mann bechara bana besharm
baat ka koi chor toh mile, itna sa par reh jata tha gum
pehli hi sidhi pe fisalne se darte the

yahan dil liye baitha tha kitne hi armaan
vahan voh yeh na keh de, jaan na pehchan mein tera mehman
kehte the khud ko soch kuch toh bus aane se pehle budhdhiman
pandrah minute baad agli subah tak rahoge varna fir anjaan
sardi se akade huae humare lab bhi bas 'hi hello' pe thaharte the

hothon ko gol kar fukne valon ki tarah dhuan udana bhi achcha hi tha
bada stylish lagta tha mujhe toh, aakhir mein bhi bachcha hi tha
voh kya sochti thi pata nahi par mera prayatna sachcha hi tha
vaise bhi sochte the hum ki milna toh humein gachcha hi tha
aur cigarette ki style toh isliye ki hum din raat TV jo charte the

dhundh se pare har bus ki chamakti roshni mann baitha jaati thi
'aaj toh baat kar nalayak' dimaag mein yahi baat aati thi
kabhi kabhi do kadam badhane ki takat aa bhi jaat thi
par voh dekhti jais hi humein toh kabhi baste mein kuch kho jata toh kabhi lace khul jaati thi
mand muskaan uski khoob samajhte the

khatam hone aayi sardi parikshaon ka samay ho chala tha
humne toh svikar liya tha ki humara bhagya hi khokhla tha
duniya bhar mein padhai ko lekar ho hulla tha
yah prem shastra toh chodo aur kuch bhi nikle toh bhala tha
pitaji ke badey haath ki kalpana kar bhi siharte the


umeedein toh chod chuke the ab bas chootne hi vali thi vardi
dimag mein badhti jaa rahi thi teji se vaicharik gardi
humne socha chodo ab alag shifts mein chadoge yun bhi tum agli sardi
tabhi prabhu ko hui humse tanik humdardi
aakhir pooja paath kar hi sawarte the

thand ko pankh se lag gaye ek haath kandhe par jo aya
hum palte, khud ko chimti kaati, isi duniya mein paya
aasmani us apsara ne humari ore madad ka haath badhaya
pichle saal ki 'pariksha bodh' lene ghar pe humein bulaya
fir hum nachte the, gaate the, uchalte the
jab hum school bus ka intezaar karte the.

Insaan Rote Hein.


kya burai hai rone mein
bure khayalon ko aansuon se dhone mein
sab theek hoga sab kehte hein
yeh toh hum bhi jaan ke baithe hein
par tab tak kya kare insaan bechara
kya galat hai lena kuch aansuon ka sahara
filhal toh koi vajah nahi muskurane ki na
toh kya khali chehra liye bas ghumte rehna?
fir abhi hai samay toh thoda ro hi liya jaye
itna bura bhi hai kya rona zara humein batayein
aye toh the sab hi rote huae
fir roye kai baar cheezon ko paate-khote huae
toh itni badi kya baat hai ki roya hai koi
bas ek aur kriya hi maan lo, jaise chalta, gaata, soya hai koi
insaan rote hein. insaan rote hein.
fir kyun log aankhon mein aansun roke hote hein
adhura sa mein mehsuus karta hun mein, samsya thodi gambheer
beeta samay hai kafi lekin nahi baha naino se neer
kitna insaan bacha hun mein ek viral prashn ban pada hai
aayine mein pratibimbh mera jaisa pashaan but koi khada hai
kyun na roye koi puchta hai duniya se yeh sawali
jeevan ke is mool bhav ke bina kya nahi yeh jeevan khaali
insaan rote hein. sweekarne mein samajhdari hai
rone se dushmani kar baithi duniya ke dil tabhi toh bhari hein
zindagi ko pura jiyo logon ki sunke adhoori toh na chodo
uska hi abhinn bhag hein aansun tumhare, unhe roke huae bandh ko ab todo
duniya ke liye toh muskurahtein hoti hi hein
khud ke liye bhi toh rakh lo
aankhon se behte namak ko kabhi hothon ke kinaron pe chakh lo
insaan rote hein. insaan rote hein.
shareer pe jami ghutan, tanav, rosh ityadi ki parton ko
aansuon se dhote hein
insaan insaan hote hein
rote hein