Phir Adhoora ho jaata hoon

Bauhut kucch karna chahta hoon iss ek din mein
magar 24 ghante kam pad jaate hain

Aakhein band karta hoon to bheed ke saamne gaane lagta hoon
bheed ki taliyon ke beech khud ko poora paata hoon
phir aakhein khulti hain to khud akela reh jaata hoon
band kamre ke sannate mein, phir adhoora ho jaata hoon....

Bauhut kucch karna chahta hoon iss ek din mein
magar 24 ghante kam pad jaate hain

Aakhein band karta hoon to khud ko tumhare saath dekhta hoon
tumhari god mein sir rakhke khud ko poora paata hoon
phir aakhein khulti hain, tumko dhoondti hain
apne takiye par rakh kar sir, phir adhoora ho jaata hoon....

Bauhut kucch karna chahta hoon iss ek din mein
magar 24 ghante kam pad jaate hain

Aakhein band karta hoon to bachpan laut aata hai
unn chchoti chchoti khushiyon se poora ho jaata hoon
phir aakhein khulti hain, main bada ho jaata hoon,
wo bachpan ki hansi kahin kho jaati hai,phir adhoora ho jaata hoon...

Bauhut kucch karna chahta hoon iss ek din mein
magar 24 ghante kam pad jaate hain

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A Candle in the Dark

The white burning candle, Standing in the dark.. on its own, trying to illuminate everything around, albeit the darkness has persistently grown. It is aware that it is alone, while the darkness around it is vast It is devoted to being lit, even as its existence melts fast But is it really a candle? Or is it the flame of hope? That tries to hang on in times of despair, and tries to cling on to that last bit of rope. It keeps burning still, battling the known and the unknown, all hidden in the darkness around. It shrinks in size, with its head held high, still believing that it is glory abound.

The world and fools.

The world speaks, much more than it listens, O how it speaks, on things beyond its mind - a gathering, mostly the enlightened, but a few fools, who care to listen, fools, who still dream, of making the world listen, more than it speaks... of changing it for the better, of taking it beyond the bickering, of not letting it sink in the shallow. O world listen thou shall, O world listen thou must, To these fools with dreams, some broken but all pure, pure as the new dawn they seek. O world give them hope to feed from while all's unjust. Let them fuel from it all, so that when they speak, it matters.

मैं, कल और आज

इस फाल्गुन मास में, उन अदृश्य उँगलियों की गुद-गुदाहट है, जो यादों को भी टटोलती है, लबों को भी। मैं आज में चलता हूँ, और कल में खो जाता हूँ , आज में सोकर मैं कल में जग जाता हूँ। और मुझे दिखता हूँ मैं, दुनिया से अपिरिचित हूँ थोड़ा-सा मैं , स्वयं में ही व्यस्त हूँ थोड़ा-सा मैं। पलटकर भी मैं स्वयं को ही खड़ा पाता हूँ, मैं जो कि अब उसी अनजान दुनिया का हिस्सा हूँ, मैं जो कि थोडा सा खोया हुआ किस्सा हूँ। फिर मैं खुद का हाथ थामकर, दिखलाता हूँ खुद को ये दुनिया खुद की नज़रों से, थोड़ी बातें फिर से सीखता हूँ, जानता हूँ। तभी किसी आवाज़ से आखें खुलती हैं, और मैं सच्चाइयों से घिर जाता हूँ, बीते हुए कल के कल को मैं आज पाता हूँ।

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