Tuesday 24 May 2011

Badalte Aashique

Ek kali madmaati, muskuraati si
K roz ek bhawra aaker us per baith jaaya kerta
Woh kali khush hoti itraati or apni sunderta per ithlaati thi

Bhawra roz aata or usey uski khoobsurti ka ahsaas karata
Woh khush hoti or khilti jaati
Bhawra yuhi aaya kerta wo kali ab kusum thi
Haan yovan se saji, wahi manbhaavni khushbu ki chadar mein dhali

Mausam badalte rahe k ghadiya badalti rahi
Dheere-2 bhawre ne aana chhod diya
Ab udaas kusum ne bhi muskurana chhod diya

Fir ek din band hoti uski pankhudiyon ne kuch dekha
Bhawra wahi tha, k phool naya tha
Waise he ithlaata, madmaata sa
Ab usey kuch ahsaas hua
Woh jo uska tha, uska kabhi hua he nahi

Bhawra toh yuhi badal-2 ker phoolon per mandrata raha
Yuhi mausam bhi badal-2 ker apne rang dikhlata raha
Ab karwat li us bhujhe mann k kusum ne
Jisne jaana apne AKS ko or pehchaana apne waqt ko

Usne bochaaro se dosti ker li
Apni pankhudiyon mein nayi rangeeniya bhar di
Ab toh kismat-e- titliya uski saheliya thi
Or dhokhebaaj bhawron se usne humesha kay liye tauba ker li thi....

3 comments:

  1. very realistic poem each n every word is perfect. I hv read it many times and each time it shows a new colour. 1 of my favourite

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