ज़िंदगी, तेरा साथ.

कामयाबी के लंबे इंतज़ार से उबास हो,

मुक़द्दर मेरा जमुहाई लेकर सोना चाहता था,
खुली आँखों से कल के सपने दिखाकर
इस नाकारा को मैने सोने ना दिया.

वक़्त के थपेड़ों की चोट का मारा
नसीब मेरा ज़ार ज़ार रोना चाहता था,
कुछ खट्टे कुछ मीठे क़िस्से सुनाकर
इस बेसहारा को मैने रोने ना दिया.

हर किसी को यूँ हताश देखकर
खुद का दिल ही मुझसे खोना चाहता था,
हाथ पकड़ा, और खुद के साथ चलाकर
इस आवारा को मैने खोने ना दिया.

A Cup of Coffee

AN EVENING, FRIDAY AUGUST 19TH, 2011
Yesterday... while moving to home, I was passing by Rajouri Garden, a voice announced,“The next station is Rajouri garden. Doors will open on left. Please stand clear off the doors." West Gate Mall was right in front of my eyes, crowded with student, shoppers and love-couples like always and there inside the mall is a coffee shop. A coffee shop, which has always been my favorite place to recharge myself with my most favorite drink 'Coffee Café Day Cappuccino'. But I have not taken a coffee there once in last six months.. in fact its been a little long than six months.

Because there was a promise; Oh! Let me correct myself. Because there is a promise. Promises never die so there was a promise, there is a promise and there always will be a promise. So I was saying I was passing by Rajouri Garden and a coffee shop, a promise, a face, a cup of coffee to be shared.. all flashed in front of my eyes. A blended feeling of anger, anxiety, grief charged with negative ions and this negative energy made me thinking of breaking the promise. I intended to go and have a cup of coffee... alone. "Will I have to have the coffee alone?", I asked. Was I asking to myself or I was asking to the one who made the promise? I got up. Immediately the girl standing next to me, who perhaps was much eagerly waiting for me to get up so that she can take my place, occupied my seat. There was a very strange feeling I was sensing while making my way to Metro door. I was forcing my feet towards Metro door and some mighty resistance inside me was pulling my legs back. I wanted to have the cup of coffee and at the same time I wanted not to.

A battle of thoughts was going on inside me. Should I? Should I not? Should I? should I not? Fighting with my own thoughts, so unconsciously I eventually deboarded the train. The thought-war was still on. “Should I?”, I asked. “Why should not?”, my brain replied. "Promise? Of what promise you are talking about, Ashish? The promise which will never be kept, which does even not matter to the person you are thinking of. Stop being such a mad man for someone who does even not care your feelings. She does not even remember that there was a promise”, my mind kept on giving me logic forcing to descend myself downstairs and pouring that warm cup inside my throat as soon as I could. But then heart spoke, “It was not a deal Ashish when it was made; it is a promise and promises are to be kept. Keep it. For a lifelong time.” And the heart said further,”I so much strongly believe, she also will keep the promise. You both will have that cup of coffee together someday” I sadly smiled. The next Metro was standing on the platform. I joined the crowd stuffed in the train, wishing to reach home and throwing my tired body on bed. My heart had won; the promise had been kept. Forever.

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Still Alive

Yun mayus nazron se na dekh mere yaar
Mere sine me saans abhi baki hai

Rote ho kyo aaj is qadar mere sahil
Abhi mere bachne ki thodi si aas baki hai

Chhoda nahi humne muhabbat ka teri daaman
Kyo chhaya hai maatam ka aaj kuchh iss tarah aalam
Abhi kyo palkein gili aapne kar li
Tujhe paane ko dil me abhi aag baki hai

Akela chhod na dena kabhi tum ishq ko apne
Adhura tod na dena kabhi tum wadon ko apne
Kyo ja rahe ho door humse o mere humdum
Meri qabar me sulagti rakh abhi baki hai

Yun mayus nazron se na dekh mere yaar
Mere sine me saans abhi baki hai

Rote ho kyo aaj is qadar mere sahil
Abhi mere bachne ki thodi si aas baki hai

Sep-13th, 2009
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Hope

Kashti fasi hai meri o jane-jaan
Per kabhi savera to hoga,
Ho gayi hai sham meri zindgi me
Per kabhi ddor ye andhera to hoga.
Ab tujhse yahi iltiza hai o khuda
Mat rakhna ab hame aur juda,
Aur judai hum ab sah ahi payenge
Pyar me tere dum tod jayenge,
Yun hi kab tak jiyenge yadon ke dum se
Zindgi veeran hua hai tere ghum se,
Baharein chhotati gayi kaante aate gaye
Khushiyan khilti gayi gulshan murjhate gaye,
Agar tumko bhi hai mujhse pyar...
Karna thoda sa aur intzaar
Jaldi hi aaunga o mere yaar.

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