Wednesday 9 December 2020

WALKING...

 I like walking 

Some times to run Away from my thoughts 
Sometimes to be with my thoughts
Often just to get my feet moving
Or
To feel the sight of short lived 
fresh new blooming flowers
To see the birds, animals 
And be assured that the world is 
The same as I had left it
the day before
Children playing in the park
Women chatting in the sun
Work carrying on regardless of
Any And everything 
Often 
The world runs too fast
I see it move past me 
I walk too slow you see...

Saturday 19 September 2020

Archiving Living Residue of a Lost World; Notes from the Field 2

   

 The erstwhile haveli near Pahari now has different families of zardozi workers/makers living in its different quarters. The family of Naved lives in one room with extended dal’ans and open kitchen, he lives with his parents and two siblings, one brother who teaches in a coaching institute and runs the family and his teenage sister who sometimes helps him with his work depending on her mood. His parents used to work, only one of their children got educated, the rest of them kept working in the embroidery business. It was not as bad before but with the changes in styles and fabrics, embroidery lost much of its market. Some of the things still get exported, but the costs for the raw materials have gone high. Only Naved now is engaged full time in making embroidery. Long working hours and age has affected the eye-sight of both his parents.   

The work that he showed us was for a bag and it had taken him two days almost of many working hours apart from the raw material (Chinese raw material is cheap but low in quality, as per Naved).


                                                                                                  

Thursday 10 September 2020

Archiving Living Residue of a Lost World: Notes from the Field 1

 


The idea of labour being calculated with number of hours and to be paid accordingly was very different from how labour was paid for in agricultural societies.

Have always been fascinated with how the concept of time changed in the modern era, the advent of mechanized clocks, watches in the modern industrial era. For the Britisher colonizers to educate/help an entire population with time they made ghanta ghars at various city chowks.

Again with the advent of further changes in technology time and its keeping has gone through transformation. People largely usually use mobile phones now instead of wearing watches.

Sohail Akhtar 70+  Owns a Clock Repair shop Opp Jama Masjid at Urdu Bazar.  

His family (originally from UP) owned Taj Company Pvt Ltd. Press at Lal Kuan. He stays at Kalan Mahal. The press Published Books  till 1962 and then closed due to lack of business as most people had left for Pakistan. 

His father and grandfather shifted to “Hikmat” (became Hakeems) and he still keeps some Unani dabbas with him.He still repairs clocks but mostly depends on rented income from inherited property.                                             

He was fond of watches which he got as gifts usually from friends and family and later discovered he could work on them as well. 

There is a Taj Press in Pakistan which publishes Quran and other literature. Their press used to mostly do similar religious literature and also some pocket books of poetry like 100 shers of Ghalib/ Zauq etc.                                                                               

At their press, previously stone instead of plate was used for printing then they employed many Kateebs (calligraphers) who would write the script on paper which would be corrected/edited (Taseeh) and then again sent back to Katibs for final version which would be then copied on a plate and then finally printed. 

Sohail sahab spoke on the lower castes becoming powerful and changing times.

At Urdu Bazar other shops have also been sold for money.   


Project: 
Archiving Living Residue of Lost World is supported by Azim Premji Foundation  

Place: Opp Jama Masjid, Urdu  Bazaar
7th Nov 2019

Thursday 18 June 2020

Online Classes on Zoom

ए बच्चे ज़ूम  पर  क्लास  न कराया  कीजिये  हमसे 
वीडियो  आपके  लिए  इक  मज़हरे उल्फत ही सही  
आपको इस टेक्नोलॉजी से अक़ीदत ही सही 
ए बच्चे फ़ोन पर बात किया कीजिये हमसे
कोरोना में फेस टाइम के क्या मायने 
बच्चे पसे परदाः  तश्हीरे जफ़ा  
आपने सत्वत के निशानों को तो देखा होता  
हमारे तारीक मकानों को तो देखा होता 
अनगिनत लोगों ने दुनिया में क्लास की है
कौन कहता है सादिक़ न थे जज़्बे उनके  
लेकिन उनके लिए फ़ोन तश्हीर का सामान नहीं
क्यूंकि वो लोग भी हमारी ही तरह मुफ़लिस थे
बच्चे उन्होंने भी तो क्लास की होगी  
जिनको मिल न सकी नेटवर्क या स्मार्ट फ़ोन
इक गवर्नमेंट ने वीडियो कॉल का सहारा ले कर  
हम ग़रीबों की "क्लास " का उड़ाया है मज़ाक़ 
मेरे बच्चे ज़ूम पर क्लास न कराया  कीजिये हमसे  

  اے بچچے'ظوم'  پر کلاس نہ کرایا کیجئے ہم سے
  
ویڈیو آپکے لیۓ اک مظہر الفت ہی سہی 
آپکو اس ٹیکنالوجی سے عقیدت ہی سہی
اے بچچے فون پر بات کیاکیجئے ہم سے 
کورونا میں face ٹائم کے کیا معنی  
 بچچے پس پردہ تشہیر جفا 
آپنے سطوت کے نشا نوں کو تو دیکھا ہوتا 
ہمارے تاریک مکانوں کو تو دیکھا ہوتا 
انگنت لوگوں نے دنیا میں کلاس کی ہے
 کون کہتا ہے صادق  ن تھے جذبے انکے
 لیکن انکے لئے فون تشہیر کا سامان نہیں 
  کیونک وہ لوگ بھی ہماری  ہی طرح مفلس تھے
            بچچے انہوں نے بھی تو کلاس کی ہوگی 
 جنکو مل نہ سکی نیٹ ورک یا سمارٹ فون
 اک  گوورنمنٹ نے ویڈیو کال کا سہارا لے کر.     
 ہم غریبوں کی " کلاس"  کا  اڑا یا ہے مزاق 
میرے بچچے'ظوم' کلاس نہ کرایا  کیجئے ہم سے
 
Aye bachche Zoom par class na karaya kijiye humse
Video aapke liye ik Mazhar e ulfat hi sahi 
Aapko is technology se aqeedat hi sahi 
Aye bachche phone par baat kiya kijiye humse
Corona mein 'face time' ke kya mayene
Bachche pas e pardah tashheer e jafa 
Aapne satvat ke nishano'n ko to dekha hota 
Hamare tareek makano'n ko to dekha hota
Anginat logo'n ne duniya mein class ki hai 
Kaun kehta hai sadiq na the jazbe unke 
Lekin unke liye phone tashheer ka saman nahin
Kyunki wo log bhi hamari hi tarah muflis the
Bachche unhone bhi to class ki hogi 
Jinko mil na saki network ya smart phone
Ik government ne Video Call ka sahara le kar 
Hum ghareebo'n ki "class" ka udaaya hai mazaaq
Mere bachche Zoom par Class na karaya kijiye humse

Sun is Waiting

Thread of dawn emerges
From encapsulated darkness 
Sky starts brightening with tinge of orange over blue
Chirping birds rise to fly in the open sky
The peace amidst quiet solitude of noisy silence 
Light dark shadows play on the walls' of the heart 
Drowning in sea of memories 
Trapped inside windowless rooms'
Sleepy tired restless souls 
Search for the light within...
The Sun is still waiting to be born.  

Saturday 9 May 2020

Monsoon Trip to Kerala

                              
Trip to Kerala during monsoon was a dream which remained in the planning stage for years but materialized only when my friend from Kerala mentioned that she would be traveling by train with her family during summer holidays, and she offered that with other tickets, she would book my ticket as well. It would be a fun journey through  the  beautiful Western Ghats in the month of monsoon, I was told. 
Well, things do not go as per plan or as being told... Ever!! 
My friend and her family had to change their plan and by then another Tamilian friend decided to join us from Coimbatore, accommodation was booked at different places, along with my return flight to Delhi. 
Hence, instead of canceling my ticket I decided to go ahead with the trip to God's own country by Train. 
The daunting part was the 40 hours plus journey by myself. Longest Train Journey Ever in my life!!
Once, the train crossed Rajasthan/Gujarat, the landscape changed completely. 
Beautiful Konkan railway route is a joy to behold. Sights are amazingly beautiful. Had a few families with lots of kids around me who kept things busy with their antics throughout the long journey.  During monsoon, trains usually run late (ours was late by just four hours!).
                                                                         
Calicut/ Kozhikode 

Train finally reached Kozhikode railway station around 9am. The city is peaceful, not very crowded and friend's brother's house was a  beautiful villa. Post heavy breakfast, we went to the Calicut beach. 
Very few people and even less hawkers. Probably Monday 11am is not exactly the most ideal time to be on the beach. From the beach, we went to explore the local market and in the afternoon post lavish lunch of Malabari Biryani and fried fish we started for Wayanad.                   
                                                              
Wayanad 
Wayanad is two hours drive from Calicut, here we stayed at a cottage at Lakkidi Village resort (away from the main road) the resort is beautiful, it was evening-ish by the time we reached. We explored the resort which had a flowing stream , sports room, swimming pools and just about everything one could wish for on a relaxing holiday. Early morning the cacophony of birds woke us up at 5.30am. 
We ordered a heavy breakfast and went for sight seeing around Wayanad which is now also famous as Rahul Gandhi's constituency. There were many posters of him around the area. 
We went to a dam area which had a natural park and few other adventure sports' options.
          
From there we went for a guided tour of spice garden where we were shown the spices from their infancy-to- tree stage of growth and were explained their benefits by a gentleman who also carried umbrellas for us as it kept drizzling and kept switching during his lecture between Malayalam and English for my convenience.  We came back to the resort, had lunch and then went to see a lake which did not appeal much to our senses' as we had already seen too many amazing water bodies during the journey by then. 
Next was the traditional Ayurvedic Kerala massage followed by a steam bath.


      
By evening, we started back for Calicut as we had a train for Alleppey next morning. 
We reached Calicut in the evening and decided to visit my Friend's siblings. They all had amazingly aesthetic homes also, marvelous sense of hospitality.
The awesome food/meal is usually accompanied with warm water and sometimes boiled with saunf or some other digestive ingredient in it. Old age traditional wisdom still being practiced in most homes and eateries around Kerala.    
Our morning train was late (during Monsoons most trains run late, my lesson from the trip!) so we went to the beach again and then visited friend's sister who served us delicious appams with egg curry for breakfast. Alleppey journey was long as train was delayed, we reached in the afternoon. I lamented the fact that I had only eaten two appams in the morning!!  Our Tamilian friend had already reached Alleppey and was waiting for us. 
Alleppey/Allapuzha                                                                                                                                                
We reached in the afternoon and stayed at a home-stay at Alleppey. We went to Allapuzha beach in an auto which was a little far from the city. On our way back, we did some shopping around Allapuzha.   
For the morning, we had booked a sunrise ride of Shikara. We got up very early morning and the boat ride was worth it.  
One of the best mornings that one could ask for. It was quiet and peaceful. Almost spiritual, as our spirits soaked in the sights of nature and people living around the lake.


          

      
Kids going to school in the boat, construction materials being transported on boats, women catching fish for breakfast/meals for the day and the sun rising up from its slumber through the clouds only to disappear a while later for a drizzle. Rain made it even more amazing as I recited Faiz (with English translation!) to my Malayali and Tamil friends. "Aasman hadd e nazar ...
They returned back the favor with some bhajans in Malayalam and Tamil classical music. Some of the houses around the lake are evacuated during monsoons as the water level rises. The problematic aspect was that the houseboats and other boats running on diesel/petrol pollute the river and also throw their garbage in the water. 
Post this amazing morning at Alleppey, we had a brilliant breakfast of Idiappams and stew.  Morning at Alleppey was truly a blessing.      
We started for Munnar from Alleppey and as it turned out it was almost 6 hour journey as we traveled from plains to the hills. 

Munnar/Chinnakanal  
Munnar is at the border of Kerala and Tamil Nadu with one side of hills bordering Tamil Nadu. Munnar has rolling hills covered with clouds and tea gardens. We reached around evening and the temperature had dipped to around 11 degrees. It was pleasantly cold and we needed blankets for the night. Our friend had booked for us accommodation at a place which was an hour away from Munnar, Chinnakanal (meaning little canal) and we went to have fresh food at a eatery- named Johnson's after its ever smiling, chatty owner/cook (dhaba in North India and Thattu kada in South India) a place which seemed very popular with a view of tea gardens. We had fresh dosas with lemon tea for dinner. 
Next morning was a treat.  We went to Johnson's again for breakfast of dosa, vada, idli and tea/coffee. Our friend's friend (employed at Chinnakanal)  had promised us that he would take us to his favourite places.
   
We drove even higher and reached Suryanelle Tea Garden Estate and Factory. The Estate was set up by the British later bought over by the RPG group. We were given caps, masks, had to wash our shoes before we entered and photos were not allowed inside the factory.
Our guide showed us how the leaves are dried then processed into various types of teas. The aroma was splendid as was the tea that we had there, one of the best that I had ever had!
Their tea is mostly exported but also sold in retail to various tea companies who then brand them. They also provide dust for cola companies (Pepsi/Coke) for color. 

    


The Estate was beautiful covered with clouds and mist. It was literally a walk in the clouds. 
We came back for lunch and had a simple awesome Kerala meal at a restaurant near our stay.
Post lunch we started for a journey which was to a place in the jungles even higher up prone to elephant attacks. We were told how locals have been killed and precautions to take, if elephants are spotted crossing the way. We saw some people on the way who were burning forest for land encroachments.       
The wilderness led to a place which had a stream flowing and small puddles, of fresh water. It was almost like a  private pool as we splashed water on ourselves and then to dry ourselves lied down on the rocks under the sun.



       




  
From there we went further up to a village of Muduvan tribals who were the dominant community at Munnar before the arrival of the British. The village was a neat little settlement under a big rock, followed by a temple and then the neat rows of colourful houses started. The wood for usage is usually collected from the forest and kept at a common hut.
The drive back from the village was pleasant and full of beautiful cloud covered hills and water bodies.
Dinner was a six course meal  hosted by our friend at the Sterling resort. We had shifted to Sterling in the morning. Morning breakfast was a buffet at the resort, as we started for Munnar from Chinnakanal post breakfast in our friend's car. 
At Munnar market, we shopped for some homemade chocolates, tea and spices. I even inquired, if there is possibility of a job at the tea plantations and was informed of an opening at tea Estate owned by the Tatas  (wow!). Our Tamilian friend left for her hometown and me and my friend started for Kochi in the taxi which was around four hour drive from Munnar town.

Kochi 
We stayed at Angamaly near the Kochi airport as I had an early morning flight next day for Delhi.
From Angamaly, Fort Kochi was 40kms. We had booked a taxi for sight seeing. Ernakulam is one of the major commercial districts of Kerala. Like any other big city full of traffic and rush hour jams, similar eatery chains, crowded malls and similar urban architecture of tall buildings.
It started raining and after two hours we reached Fort Kochi where it was raining heavily and sea looked quite rough. Fort Kochi, Chinese Fishing net area and then Marine drive left us disappointed after the sights of Alleppey and Chinnakanal.
We had our dinner at the famous Lulu Mall and the "urban" life was back with a vengeance.
   

The famous hospitality was again at display as our home-stay host dropped me at 4.30am to the airport, at no extra  charge.
It took many days of journey to experience the natural beauty of Kerala and then half a day of urban chaotic life of Kochi before the journey back home.
We traveled from North to South Kerala, met amazing people had awesome food every where.
People and economy still had not recovered from the crisis they had faced due to floods in 2018 but that did not deter them from being hospitable or cheerful.
The socio-political scenario of Kerala is an inspiration for us North Indians. There were no BJP/Modi posters but of Left/Congress parties :)
Kochi eased me into the shock that Delhi would have been post Alleppey or Munnar just like the two day train journey around Konkan had prepared for the shades of green and beautiful sights of water bodies of Kerala. 
I loved Kerala for its natural beauty of course, but also for its cheerful people, delicious food, hospitality, weather and politics!                                                              

Saturday 18 April 2020

As hues of red and orange fill up the sky
I pick and pack the glow of sunset
With words I had saved
Cleaned and wrapped in a cloth with lace border
Sprinkled rose petals
So they remain fresh and perfumed
And locked them inside my cupboard..
I could never use them
Or burn them.
When I am gone
Take the key from my bedside table
Open them
They may have withered
Lost their sheen and voice
But may still feel warm
When you touch them.
                                                    

Wednesday 1 April 2020

अब हालत ऐ दिल का ज़िक्र भी क्या
वो दिल रहा अब दिल भी क्या?
वो तमाम लोग जो थे सामने
वो कहाँ गए,किसी शहर को क्या
यूँही दिल ऐ ज़ार है पूछता
मेरे मोहसिन मेरे राहज़न
मेरे चारागर मेरे हमसफ़र
जो क़फ़स के नाम पे चल दिए
वो चले कभी थे संग भी क्या ?
अब तख्ता ऐ दार पर खड़े थे हम 
यूँ तो नहीं डरे थे हम
डर क्या किसी सज़ा का अब 
ये रिश्ता ऐ बेऐतबार जो ठहर गया
वो जो ज़मीर था कबका मर गया !!
اب حالت دل  کا  ذکر بھی کیا 
وہ دل  رہا اب دل  بھی  کیا 
وہ تمام لوگ  جو  تھے سامنے 
وہ کہاں  گئے ,کسی  شہر  کو  کیا 
یونہی  دل  زار  ہے پوچھتا 
میرے  محسن  میرے  راہزن 
میرے چاراگر   میرے  ہمسفر 
جو  قفس  کے  نام  پ  چل  دے 
وہ   چلے  کبھی  تھے  سنگ  بھی  کیا 
اب  تختے  دار  پر کھڈے  تھے  ہم  
یوں  تو  نہیں ڈرے   تھے  ہم 
ڈر  کیا  کسی  سزا  کا  اب  
یہ رشتہ  بے اعتبار  جو  ٹھہر  گیا 
وہ  جو ضمیر  تھا  کب  کا  مر  گیا 

Ab haalat e dil ka zikr bhi kya
Wo dil raha ab dil bhi kya?
Wo tamaam log jo the samne
Wo kahan gaye,kisi shehar ko kya?
Yunhi dil e zaar hai poochhta
Mere mohsin mere raahzan
Mere charagar mere humsafar
Jo qafas ke naam pe chal diye
Wo chale kabhi the sang bhi kya?
Ab takhta e dar par khade the hum
Yun to nahin dare the hum
Darr kya kisi sazaa ka ab
Ye rishta e be-aetbaar jo thehar gaya
Wo jo zameer tha kab ka mar gaya!!
मोहब्बत में लिखी इबारतों को कुछ नहीं कहते
शरारत में हुई जसारतों को कुछ नहीं कहते
कुछ दिन गुज़ारे थे, कहीं रस्तों से गुज़रे थे
अब उन राहों की मुसाफ़तों को कुछ नहीं कहते
कभी यूँ भी हुआ तूने हमको आवाज़ दी शायद
अब हम डूबती समाअतों को कुछ नहीं कहते
वीराने की तरफ चले गए शहर बसा कर ये
मज़दूर आलिशान इमारतों को कुछ नहीं कहते
मेरे मौला मेरे खाली हाथों में पत्थर हैं
तू रब्ब है हम इबादतों को कुछ नहीं कहते
हमारे दरमियां में अब सदियों का फासला ठहरा
चंद लम्हों की रफ़ाक़तों को कुछ नहीं कहते
محبّت میں لکھی عبارتوں کو کچھ نہیں کہتے 
شرارت میں ہوئی جسارتوں کو کچھ نہیں کہتے
کچھ دن گزارے تھے, کہیں رستوں سے گزرے تھے
اب ان راہوں کی مسافتوں کو کچھ نہیں کہتے
کبھی یوں بھی ہوا تونے ہم کو  آواز دی شاید
 اب ہم ڈوبتی سماعتوں کو کچھ نہیں کہتے
 ویرانے کی طرف چلے گئے شہر بسا کر یہ
مزدور عالیشان عمارتوں کو کچھ نہیں کہتے
 میرے مولا میرے خالی ہاتھوں میں پتھر ہیں
تو رب ہے ہم عبادتوں کو کچھ نہیں  کہتے
ہمارے درمیان میں اب صدیوں کا فاصلہ ٹھہرا
چند لمحوں کی رفاقتوں کو کچھ نہیں کہتے
Mohabbat mein likhi ibaarato'n ko kuch nahin kehte
Shararat mein hui jasaarato'n ko kuch nahin kehte 
Kuch din guzaare the, kahin raston se guzre the
Ab un raahon ki musaafato'n ko kuch nahin kehte
Kabhi yun bhi hua tune humko aawaz di shaayad
Ab hum doobti samaato'n ko kuch nahin kehte
Veerane ki taraf chale gaye shehar basa kar ye
Mazdoor aalishan imaarato'n ko kuch nahin kehte
Mere Maula mere khaali haathon mein pathhar hain
Tu Rabb hai hum ibaadato'n ko kuch nahin kehte
Hamare darmiyan mein ab sadiyon ka faasla thehra
Chand lamhon ki rafaaqato'n ko kuch nahin kehte 

Saturday 28 March 2020

Jamia ke Bachche

बरगद के साये में
खुली सड़क पर बैठे बच्चे
किताब खोले
क़लम चलाते
सर खुजाते
नसीब की धूप से झुलसते
हालात की बेबसी से जूझते, झगड़ते
कभी बैरिकेड पर चढ़ते
लड़ते लड़ाते
कभी दीवार पर खींचते खाके
कभी डंडा खाते
कभी इमदाद पहुँचाते
कभी कॉउन्सेल्लर को ढूँढ़ते
कभी खुद कॉउन्सेल्लर  बन जाते
ये बच्चे दिल के धनि हैं
ये बहुत ज़्यादा फनी हैं
ये अपनी क्लासेज़ छोड़ देते हैं
उस्ताद को मोहतरम कहते हैं
उस्तादी में हरदम रहते हैं
ये  जामिआ के हमारे बच्चे हैं!
برگد  کے  ساے  میں 
کھلی سڈک  پر  بیٹھے  بچچے 
کتاب  کھولے  
قلم  چلاتے  
سر  کھجاتے 
نصیب  کی  دھوپ  سے  جھلستے  
حالات کی بےبسی  سے جوجھتے , جھگڑتے 
لڑتے  لداتے 
کبھی برریکاد  پر  چڑھتے  
کبھی  دیوار  پر  کھینچتے  خاکے 
کبھی ڈنڈا  کھاتے 
کبھی  امداد  پھنچاتے 
کبھی  کونسلّر  کو ڈھونڈتے 
کبھی کونسلّر  خود  بن  جاتے 
یہ بچچے  دل کے  دھنی  ہیں 
یہ  بہت  زیادہ  پھنے  ہیں 
یہ  اپنی  کلاسز  چھوڈ  دیتے  ہیں 
  استاد  کو  موحترم  کہتے  ہیں 
 استادی  میں  ہردم  رہتے  ہیں  
یہ   جامعیہ کے ہمارے  بچچے ہیں 

Bargad ke saaye mein
Khuli sadak par baithe bachche
Kitab khole
Qalam chalate
Sar khujaate
Naseeb ki dhoop se jhulaste
Halaat ki bebasi se joojhte, jhagadte
Ladte ladate
Kabhi barricade par chadhte
Kabhi deewar par kheenchte khaake
Kabhi danda khaate
Kabhi imdaad pohonchaate
Kabhi counsellor ko dhoondte
Kabhi counsellor khud ban jaate
Ye bachche dil ke dhani hain
Ye bohot zyaada funny hain
Ye apni classes chhod dete hain
Ustad ko mohtaram kehte hain
Ustadi mein hardam rehte hain
Ye Jamia ke hamare bachche hain!

p.s. Dedicated to the students of Jamia Millia Islamia owing to the events post December 15th 2019 library attack!

Thursday 26 March 2020

कभी कभी काग़ज़ के पन्नों से 
निकल कर मेरी तहरीर 
ख़ामोशी से चहलक़दमी करती 
पहुँच जाती है तेरे पास ...
तेरे सिरहाने छुप कर 
तुझे देखती है 
तुझे चुपके से छू कर 
जब ये वापस आती है 
मेरे क़लम की स्याही
सूख चुकी होती है!

کبھی کبھی  کاغذ  کے پننوں  سے  
نکل کر میری  تحریر  
.....خاموشی سے چہلقدمی  کرتی  
پھنچ  جاتی  ہے  تیرے  پاسس 
تیرے سرہانے  چھپ  کر  
تجھے  دیکھتی  ہے  
تجھے  چپکے  سے  چھو  کر  
جب  یہ  واپس  آتی  ہے  
میرے قلم  کی سیاہی  
!سوکھ  چکی  ہوتی  ہے


kabhi kabhi kaaghaz ke panno se
Nikal kar meri tehreer
Khamoshi se chahalqadmi karti
Pohonch jaati hai tere pass ...
Tere sirhaane chhup kar
Tujhe dekhti hai
Tujhe chupke se chhoo kar
Jab ye wapas aati hai
Mere qalam ki syaahi
Sookh chuki hoti hai!

Wednesday 29 January 2020

bekhwabi

अँधेरे के ज़ीने से 
मद्धम मद्धम 
तन्हाई उतरती रही 
आंगन में बिछी रात पर 
परछाइयों के जुगनू 
खेलते रहे 
यादों की चांदनी 
चटकती रही 
नींद की राह तकते
पलकों पर अटके
ख्वाब के सितारे 
टूट टूट गिरते रहे
लम्हा लम्हा 
ख्याल पिघलता रहा
लम्हा लम्हा 
सुकूं बिखरता रहा
लम्हा लम्हा 
जुनूं चढ़ता रहा 
लम्हा लम्हा 
वक़्त काटता रहा हमको 
लम्हा लम्हा 
हर लम्हा 
मरता रहा  .


اندھیرے کے  زینے  سے  
مددھم  مددھم  
تنہایی  اترتی  رہی  
آنگن  میں  بچھی  رات  پر  
پرچھایوں  کے  جگنو  
کھیلتے  رہے  
یادوں  کی  چاندنی  
چٹکتی  رہی  
نیند  کی  راہ  تکتے  
پلکوں  پر  اٹکے  
خواب  کے  ستارے  
ٹوٹ  ٹوٹ  گرتے  رہے 
لمحہ  لمحہ  
خیال  پگھلتا  رہا 
لمحہ  لمحہ  
سکوں  بکھرتا  رہا 
لمحہ  لمحہ  
جنوں  چڑھتا  رہا  
لمحہ  لمحہ  
وقت  کاٹتا  رہا  ہمکو  
لمحہ  لمحہ  
ہر  لمحہ  
...مرتا  رہا 

Andhere ke zeene se
Maddham maddham
Tanhaayi utarti rahi
Angan mein bichhi rat par
Parchhaiyo'n ke jugnu
Khelte rahe
Yaadon ki chandni
Chatakti rahi
Neend ki raah takte
Palko'n par atke
Khwab ke sitaare
Toot toot girte rahe
Lamha lamha
Khayal pighalta raha
Lamha lamha
Sukoo'n bikharta raha
Lamha lamha
Junoo'n chadhta raha
Lamha lamha
Waqt kaat'ta raha humko
Lamha lamha
Har lamha
Marta raha .....  

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