The world had too much to give and the heart had too much to contain.
Perhaps that’s why ancestors created poetry.
Saturday, September 5, 2009
Aasan Nahi
Wo bahut kahte hain hame bhula dene ko
Per ye to kabhi batate hi nahi ki
Bhula kar ke unko mai jau kahan
Yadien mitane ko
Unse door chale jane ko
Per unse door chala jaakar ke main jau kahan
Ilm hai ye unko bhi
Aur ilm hai ye humko bhi
Bhulake bhula dena
Yu mumkin nahi
Hai ye aasan nahi
Khwabon ko apne
Sapno ko apne
Kaise mai tod du
Kyo samajhte nahi
Kaise muh mod lu
Agar baat mari ho
To mai door chala jata hu
Apne hi hathon se
Kaise apna dil tod lu
Akele me unki ankhein bhi
Ashkon ki dharon se khelti hongi
Fir bhi humse kahte hai
Zindgi jine ka koi aur
Acha sa bahana dhundh lu
Per shayad unhe ye nahi pata ki…
SEP-04TH, 2009Share
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