Zindagi 2

Aainay main chhupay uks ki tarah
Haqeeqaton se door door busi
Roti husti, naachti gaati,ithlaati
Zindagi LAHV O LAAB jaisi hai

Zindagi ik saraab jaisi hai

Aakaash ki wus-aton main phailay hoay
Ubhartay, doobtay, hairat main purray
Kabhi mushkil to aasaan kabhi
Kisi sawaal ya jawaab jaisi hai


Zindagi ik saraab jaisi hai

kabhi aankh to kabhi chehray pe
Kabhi zehen to kabhi dil pe
aqal se door khauhishon se bhurray
Utartay charhatay hijaab jaisi hai


Zindagi ik saraab jaisi hai

Apna hi bojh khud uthaiy hoay
Nafi aur asbaat pe sur hilaati
Khud se aankh mila kur churaati
Kisi gunaah ya sawaab jaisi hai

Zindagi ik saraab jaisi hai...

Hur ghari iltaja, dua bun kar
Ibtalaaon se durti , sehemti
Ehsaanon tulay dubi dubi
Rehmaton ya azaab jaisi hai


Zindagi ik saraab jaisi hai


Rishton, rishtadaarion se bundhi
Hirs ya rawadaari main juti
Ghut-tay burhatay saayon ki tarah
Mot tuk k hisaab jaisi hai

Zindagi ik saraab jaisi hai



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To Life




Just like the mirrored images..un-touched by the realities..crying, smiling, singing dancing, tempting..it’s like a fool’s paradise

Life is just like an illusion!

Just-likely widely spread questions and answers around the universe, sometimes hard sometimes easy…

Life is just like an illusion!

It’s like veiling, unveiling untimely , un factual wishes over the senses ….

Life is just like an illusion!

Burdened by its own weary self with sins and good deeds it’s in confusion to whether nod or say nay…

Life is just like an illusion!

Sometime like a plea..sometimes like a prayer..scared of troubles yet under divine obligations itself becomes a trouble or a blessing…

Life is just like an illusion!

Entwined in the relationships of greed or generosity..it’s like expanding and shrinking silhouettes till its accountability at the time of death…

Life is just like an illusion!

Zindagi

Zindagi...

Ruktay chaltay musaafir ki tarah
Gumshuda raaston k safar pe ravaan
Munzilon aur musaafton main uljhee uljhee
Raig ya aab jaisi hai...

Zindagi ik saraab jaisi hai...

Warq warq phaili siaahi ki tarah
Unjaan lufzon main tur jaisay
aarzoon undaishon se bhuri
Aik lumbi kitaab jaisi hai..

Zindagi ik saraab jaisi...

Daal daal lipti khushboo jaisay
Mosam mosam phaili yaad jaisay
Ugti, nikharti, murjhaati
Khusnuma ik gulaab jaisi hai

Zindagi ik saraab jaisi hai...

kaanon main aashti ka nughma liay
Qutra qutra rus gholti hoi
Khuda aur khudai ki dhun pur
Bujtay hoay rubaab jaisi hai

Zindagi ik saraab jaisi hai...

Neend k sehr main dooba dooba
Hosh ki haqeegat se tukraata hoa
Qadam qadam lurkhuraata hoa
Deevaanay ke khoaab jaisi hai

Zindagi ik saraab jaisi hai...

Chehray chehray ko chhupaata hoa
Jaan e unjaane orha hoa
Maila ujla, dabeez, siah
Aisay hi ik nikaab jaisi hai

Zindagi ik saraab jaisi hai...


SW


To Life


Life...

Just like a traveler, traveling the unknown roads, confused by destinations which appears like sand or water...
Life is just like an illusion...

Just like the ink spread pages by pages ,taking shapes of un-understandable words..soaked in wishes and apprehensions..in a large book..
Life is just like an illusion...

Just like the fragrance wrapped around the stalks , like memories scattered in different seasons, sprouting , blooming and withering away..like a beautiful rose..
Life is just like an illusion...

Just like a traditional instrument humming the songs of peace in ears ,drop by drop, marveling over the Creator and His Creations...
Life is just like an illusion....

Just like a madman's dream..enchanted by the deep sleep, confronting the realities ..stumbling every now and then..
Life is just like an illusion...

Just like a veil , hiding every face, deliberately or un-deliberately; clean or dirty, but thick and dark...
Life is just like an illusion... 

Tere Khat

Tere haath se likhay khat teri tasveer hon jaise
Lufzon mein peroi hoi koi taqdeer hon jaise

Anchal ko tere chhoo kar hain simtay dua bun kar
Daman se mere liptay hain koi sada bun kar

Ansoo-on mein dhul kur jo hain ujlay hoay
Jagmagaate sitaray , teri yaad mein julay

Teray haathon ki mushaqqat ki kahaani bunkar
Meray dil mein bussay shafqat ki nishaani bun kar

Dil pe khaay zukhmon ki daastaan  ki tarah
Teri turbat ke khoay hoay nishaan ki tarah

Teray qadmon tulay jannat ka nishaan jaisay
Hum se bichhray hoay dono jahaan jaisay

Teri baatain k hain tujh se milne ka bahana koi
Tere sung guzra hoa saara zamaana koi

Phoolon ki khushboo jaisi yaad hai meray paas
Tujh se phir milnay ki jaisay aik adhoori   aas


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Dedicated to my Mother


Your Letters


Your hand-written letters are like your pictures for me. They are just like hand-written fate, in other words. These letters have become a prayer to me after touching your scarf and have got wrapped around me like your voice. These words of your letters , soaked in your tears , twinkle like stars of your memories. They remind me of the hard life you lived  as a token of your love for us. These  scars of your heart are like the lost gravestones of your grave. These letters are like our lost heavens under your feet and it seems we’ve lost both worlds after you. Your words are like a way to meet you and remind all the beautiful moments of life spent with you. It’s like I still have the fragrance of your memories with me and a subtle hope to meet you again, in the here after…!

Baarish

Paani k nan-hay nan-hay dil baadal chhor k bursain
Jin ko mitti k sab aangan hur soo,  pal pal  tarsain

Phoolon ki khushboo mein beh kur rung saja dein mehfil
Yaadon ki ik bheer’ laga dein, yun tur’pa dein hur dil

Maazi k aangan se ye to kabhi chura kur khushi-iaan
Aansoo k kut-ron se jaisay kabhi saja-ain ukhiaan

Door sunnaayi deinain lugain phir piyaar bhurray kucch lehjay
Jin raahon pe bicchar giay thaiy meraiy saare apnay

Jin ki khoj mein ,main kho baithi apni saari sudh budh
Bhool giyee  thora thora  to , yaad magur hai kucch kucch

Aaisaiy hi mosaam mein dil  ko  jaisay luga hai dhurka
Jab bhi  baahir bij-li chumki aur jab baadal kur’ka

 Undar Aaahat k parday se dekh raha hai koi
Baaton ki bearish mein , jaisay bheeg raha hai koi

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Rain

The tiny hearts of raindrops shower down the clouds in every earthly courtyards longing for rain.Colors of flower gets washed up in their fragrance bringing life to all the shades of heart-striken memories full of tears and smiles.
Down the memory lanes, where all the loved ones departed one by one.It seems something remains while the rest has been lost in past.In such a weather while reminiscing it seems that perhaps someone is listening to what I say or think of..and is getting soaked in the rain of words, too.....

Dedicated to the memories of loved ones

Jogi

Raat hoi to phail gaiee phir..
 koiee kahaani….Koo ba koo...!

Husrat aur khaamoshi jaisi,
Hulki dhund chaiee thi hur soo...

Undhairay ka seher tha raqsaan,
Aur surgoshi sa phaila jaadoo....

Shaakhon main uljhay uljhay thay,
Us ka badan aur uski.. hi rooh...

Dhunak , udaasi ki pehnay tha,
Khanak thi jaisay  bujtay Ghungroo....

Dil pe tha na sochon pur hi,
Aur na tha qudmon pe qaaboo.....

Koie' jogi' naach raha tha,
Dhun thi ik hi..  'Haq Allah hoo'....

Sur main khoj samaiee thi aur,
Mun main anjaani si juustajoo.....

Lub kaanto se sillay hoay thay,
Kungan bolay, bus... tu hi too...

Mitti ke pehnawa se kabhi to,
Uthtii thi baarish ki khusboo......

Daman tha supnon se khaali,
Rookhi thaali, na...aab o joo.......

Do aankhon main do hi buchay thay,
Ik 'sookha' , ik ..'geela' aansoo ....!

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The Wanderer!

When the night  spread …so did spread a tell-tale around …It sounded like silent wishes lost in the mist…the magic of darkness and silence were dancing around….just like the silhuoette of his wriggling body and soul were entangled in the silhouettes of the branches……he was wrapped in the rain bow of sorrow and in the subtle sound of  wriggling ‘ghungroos*’ wrapped around his ankles…he had no control over his emotions and thoughts...nor on his feet either.....he was dancing on the rhythm of ‘God Is Real...!’…with a mysterious search dwelling in his mind and heart….his quiet lips were sewn with dry thorns of thurst ..still there was a strange whisper surrounding them in the slight clanking of his metallic bangles......’Only You'!!!!!!!…..Sometimes his 'earthly' dress would yeild the frangrance of ‘rain’ his body was soaked in…..he was just a poor fellow with his heart without dreams and his stomach without food….yet he had something left in his both eyes….a drop of tear.... in each…...one ‘wet‘…....one ‘dry‘…!!!!!!!!!

Dedicated to Mystic love

Lumha!

Baat aik lumhay ki
Baat aik lumha thee
           yaad de ke jholi main
lumha guzar jaata hai
      Guzray hoay lumhay ko
waqt kion bulata hai

Waqt jaisay paani hai
Moj ki ravaani hai
Paanion ki lehron pe
Uks kab thehertay hain
Aainon main chehray to
 buntay aur bigartay hain

boond boond lumhaiy sub
shaakh shaakh jeevan pe
shaid oss ki maanind
kucch der jaisay ruktaiy hon

baadlon ke sung sung ya
ruktay aur subhultay hoay
holay holay urtay hon

Shaid inhi lumhon main

koi aisa lumha jo
yoon bhi guzar jaata ho
Ashk bun k pulkon pe
jaisay theher jaata ho

Thehra hoa lumha woh
khamoshi ki taaron pe
dheeray dheeray bujta hai
Saans k tarunnum pe
durta aur sehemta hoa
holay holay chulta hai

SW 

Moment

This is a story of a moment. Moment that passes away, giving memories in possession. Why then time calls back the elapsed moments. Time which is like flowing water. Reflections never stay at the surface of running water, just like reflections in mirrors are formed and deformed with time. Amongst these droplets like moments , some stays like dewdrops on the branches of life, while some fades away in clouds like memories. But some of these moments stays firmly on the lashes like tear-drops.Such a moment plays harmonies in the silence of solitude and keeps going in and out like the breaths of life!

Dedicated to the memories of immortal moments....