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Mohabbat Kise Kahe?

Koi samzhaye..
Kisko mohabbat kahe?
Voh jo raato ko,
Kalikh lage aangan me jagaye,
Rulaaye, sataye..
Ya,
Voh job bhare saapno ko
Daman me liye
Hasaye, khilaye?

Koi samzhaye..
Kisko mohabbat kahe?
Voh jo chand ki bojzal aankho
Mei kajal ki syahi se,
dhundhli lage..
ya,
voh jo suraj ki ujjali dhoop
ki sunahari taap me mehke?

Koi samzhaye..
Kisko mohabbat kahe?
Voh jo aadhoore alfazoo mei
Uljhe,
Ankahi se kahani lage…
Ya,
Voh jo aalfazoo ke mohtaz se pare
Sari aadhoori kahaniyon ka,
Aant sa lage..

Koi samzhaye..
Kisko mohabbat kahe?

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Aei Ajnabi

Aei ajnabi
Kyon tum mujhko
Itne aapne se lage?

Ki jante the janmo se
Tum ko
Iitne chir parichit lage.

Yo to
Sath hota hai chand lamho ka
par kyo ye sath tumhara
hume sadiyo ka sa lage?

Aei ajnabi
Kyon tum mujhko
Itne aapne se lage?

Na to nayana mile
Na hi kabhi tan mile
Phir bhi man tumhara
Na jane kyo itna
Aapna sa lage.

Kahne ko hum hai paraye
Tum bhi na jane kaha se aaye
Phir bhi na jane kyon
Tum sang aant tak
chalne ka dil kare.

Aei ajnabi
Kyon tum mujhko
Itne aapne se lage?

Jante hai hum
Tumhara rasta hai dooja
Humara doosra
Shayad
Ek din humko
Tumse duur hi hai jaana
Par kyoun
Inehi raasto me thahar jaane
Ka mann kare

Aei ajnabi
Kyon tum mujhko
Itne aapne se lage?
-anjali

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Kisse Kahe? ....kya Kahe?

Kya kahe?
Kis se kahe?
Na koi shabd hai,
Na koi labz
Baya kar sake,
Mann mei umadhte
Kale meghoo se,
Kabhi garajte,
Kabhi simat te
Kabhi baraste,
Tamam sare dard.
Kis se kahe?
Na koi saksh hai
Na parchaiee kisiki,
Na hi ummeed
Na aas kisiki,
Bataye bhi toh kya
Aur koi sune bhi to kya
Bhawnaye hai
Mann ki uupaj,
Mann ki hi uddan,
Mann ki hi keaid mai
Phir se daphn
Kya kahe?
Kiss se kahe? -anjali

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Maa

Maa to meri jaan hai.
dundle andhere me bhi vo, meri pehchan hai
Sehti rahi jo hr pal,
Marti rahi har pal jiske liye vo,
Kuch or nahi bs vo meri muskaan hai,
Har gaya har lamha jiske samne,
Jhuk gaya har dard jiske samne
Vo koi or nahi meri maa mera bhagwan hai.muskurati rahi har dard me vo tumhe hsane k liye,
khud jalti hai vo har pal, sirf tumhe roshni dikhane k liye, rehti hai andhero me tumhe chand dikhane k liye,
Aaj bhi intzaar krti hai vo tumhe chamkta dekhne k liye,
Tadapti hai vo bs ek bar tumhe seene se lagane k liye.
Dedo use itni khushi ki gham bhi na use chu paye is zamane me...
Bna do uske har aasun ko moti,
Chamka to uski zindagi kuch is kadar,
Ki heera bhi feeka parh jaye is zamane me,
Bs ye hi jaan lo, maa hi sabkuch hai,
Har zamane me...

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Lage Nom Ai

Nordstrom was a simple man
Who had some non-conformist plan
To save his ass
Every night he danced alone
And blotted out the monotone
That was his past
He packs his bag of mysteries
And leaves the lonely memories
Where they belong
They came and went so easily
This rising tide identity
Sings like a song
Lets sing
Lage nom ai nom ai
When you know that life is just a game
Lage nom ai nom ai (oh!)
Hes the man who gave up his own name
In the roll of the cosmic dice
You win one heart and lose it twice
Before you know
Love is fine until you taste
This melancholy bouillabaisse
Called letting go
Lage nom ai nom ai
When you know that life is just a game
Lage nom ai nom ai (hey!)
Hes the man who gave up his own name
He moved on up to old beantown
And summered on the vineyard sound
To pass the day (day ay ay oh)
Island hopping crab key bound
Tendin bar he thinks hes found
A better way (ay ay ay oh)
Now were back where we belong
Without a clue and still without
A master plan (ay ay ay oh)
Incident or accident
It all depends on if youre meant
To understand (ay ay ay oh)
Lage nom ai nom ai
When you know that life is just a game
Lage nom ai nom ai
Hes the man who gave up his own name
Hes the man who gave up his own name
Spoken:
Eah, ol nordstroms gone. checked out. readin
The wrong kind of books...listenin to that wild
Carribbean music. he wiped himself out of his own computer.
Hes the man who gave up his own name. hes gone.
[note: lage nom ai nom ai is island patois which loosely translates:

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Tumhi Me Hai Jo Basa

Na jaane umar bhar kya dhundh rahe the?
Na jaane tum me kya mil gaya,
Koi naam, koi pata hota toh
Shayad,
Jaan hi lete…
Koi nak-naksh hota toh
Shayad,
Pehchan batate..
Voh jo bas tum me hai
Sirf tum me.
Ha…tumhi me hai voh basa.
Humari nazaro ko hai pata
Shayad,
mann ki kisi gahrayee meiHai chipa
uske astitva ka naksha.
Dikhta hai sirf hume hi jo,
Kaash,
Tumhe bhi dikha paate voh wajah.
Phir shayad,
Tumko nahi lagta
Youn tumpar humara mar mitna,
Koi julm, ek khata.
Par afsos,
Koi nak naksh nahi hai
Koi naam paata tak nahi hai
Uska,
Jo basta sirf tum me hai,
Aur dikhta sirf hume hai
Na jaane us tak pahuchta hai
Kaha se…koun sa raasta…

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Namankaran

Gumnam se is rishtey ka
Koi nam rakha jaye
Ho kar bhi jo hai nahi
Is aahsase khas ko
Koi takht diya jaye.

Nadiyo ke milne ko
Kahte hai sangam
Sapno ke Milan ko Bhi
koi nam diya jaye.
Ho kar bhi jo hai nahi
Is aahsase khas ko
Koi takht diya jaye.

Khuli aakho se dekhe
To kahlaye vastav
Bandh aakho se dekhe
To kahlaye khabb
Khuli aakho se dekhe
Khabbo ka bhi
Koi nam diya jaaye
Ho kar bhi jo hai nahi
Is aahsase khas ko
Koi takht diya jaye.

Kuch gaam aakho ko rulaye
Kuch dil ko dahlaye
Kuch rooho ko hilaye
Jo gam dukhakar bhi bhaye
Un gamo ka aalag kuch
Koi nam rakha jaye
Ho kar bhi jo hai nahi
Is aahsase khas ko
Koi takht diya jaye.

Tan ke Milan
Aur man ke Milan
Ke to hai laakho nam
Rooho ke Milan ka bhi chalo
Koi nam rakha jaye
Ho kar bhi jo hai nahi
Is aahsase khas ko
Koi takht diya jaye.

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Tumhare Saath

Tamam jindagi kaati humne
Tak -taki laga,
Uss tat ko nihar,
Choote he jo ho jata raha,
Dur,
Bahut dur.. har baar.
Tumhare saath,
Sochte hai,
Choo hi lenge kadam,
Us tat ko…. is baar..

Tamam umr kaati humne
Becheeni me,
Us subah ka raat se,
Aur us raat ka subah se,
Palko pe liye
Na jaane kaun sa intezar.
Tumhare saath,
Lagta hai,
Jee hi lenge aakhir,
Voh subah, voh raat
Ek hi din, ek pal hi mei,
ek baar.

Tamam umr dhoondhte rahe jo
Dar dar..bhatak bhatak,
Gali gali, dastak de hr deewar,
Tumhare saath,
Shayad,
Voh mil hi gaya hai,
Haath aa gaya hai,
Jo mil ke bhi khota raha
Har baar.

Bahut jindagi jee le humne
Kuch khali, kuch aadhoore se lekar
Na janne kitne kitne aahsas,
Tumhare saath,
Na jaane kyun
Bharne laga hai khalipan
Poore se lagne lage hai…
Voh tamam aadhoore aahsas..

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Kya The Tum

Sach mein
Sacchayi the?
Ya koi sawapan the
Khuli aankho ke?

Tum the
Ya
hava ka jhooka tha,
Bin dastak diye hi
Jo Ghoos aaya tha
Mere darwaje se.

Tum the
Ya
koi aanjan se dhadkan thi
Mere hi dil ki
Aanjane hi dhadak gaya jo
Pal bhar ke liye?

Kon the?
Meri hi chaya ke
pratibimb?
iitne parichit
Ya
mere hi mann ki koi
apratisthit uudan

Kon the?
Sach mein
Sacchayi the?
Ya koi sawapan the
Khuli aankho ke?

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Ik Prem Pujaran. [A poem in Hindi ]

Ik prem pujaran
Liye vyakul man
Tadpti aatma
Aur dukhta tan
Nikli ghar se
Ik aas liye
Kuchh sahmi si
Kuchh ghabrati
Kabhi lajati aur kabhi todti
Vidroh se har bandhan
Aa pohanchhi jahan basti thhi chhah
Man to thha ik prem ka sagar
Tan mangta aalingan ka sukh
Par premi na samjha pujaran ka dukh
Shaied samjha bhi
Shaied apne hi dukh mein lein ho
Bhool gaya pujaran ke dukh ko.
Utaijit ho chhal pada pujaran ke sang
Kahan kidhar koi thhah na thhi
Itne bade sansar mein mano
Unke liye koi gah na thhi.
Aakhir saham ik kone mein baithe
Lage ik doje ko daikhne
Aankhein to ik duje se bolien
Aur bolien do aatmaien bhi
Par tan ka dukh ho gaya ahir.
Tab ik badal laga barasne
Pujaran ke matware naino se
Jise dekh hua vyakul woh
Aur laga kosne iss jeevan ko;
Iss sansar ko jis mein
Pyar to thha kam par thhey kitne bandhan
Tab sar uske kaandhe par rakh kar
Pujaran ne kiya sanket laot chhalne ko
Ik pagal goonga ho jaise
Na kuchh samjha na sooach saka woh
Aur chhal pada uske sang
Kahan kidhar koi kya jane...............[1972]

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Saza De Do

Jo khata hum ne ki
Tum mujhe chalo
Koi saja de do
Ya
Jee saku phir se
Koi mujhe vajah de do.

Na to jeete hai, na marte hai
Tum mere marj ki
Koi dava de do
YaTo
oodh lete hai kafan
Koi aase dua de do.

Sas lete hai to
Aah nikalti hai
Rokte hai to
Jaan nikalti hai
Saso ke is anban ki
Koi sulah kara do
Ya to
Sase hi na rahe
Koi jaadoo chala do

Sarpat bhagi jaati hai jindagi
Dil ke dhadkanoo se
Thoda susta loo
Koi Kinara de do
YaTo
Thahar jaye tere he dar par
Thoda sahara de do.

Thak gaye hai
Deewaro par dastak de de kar
Ek darwaja tum tak khule
Koi rasta bata do
Ya to
deeware he na rahe
Thodi takat laga do.

Jo khata hum ne ki
Tum mujhe chalo
Koi saja de do.
-anjali

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Ajnabee Mera Mann

Iss ajnabee se mann ka
Hum kya kare?
Koi sandook do,
Tala laga,
Chaabi samandar ko sonp aaye.
Ya phir,
Sandook hi ko
Samandar me pheek aaye.
Iss ajnabee se mann ka
Hum kya kare?
Koi khoota ho,
Baedi phasa,
Bandh ke rakhe,
Ya phir,
Khoote ke hi supurd
Mann aur baedi kar aaye.
Par…
Kya kare…
Mann hai,
Dhadkan mei basta hai,
Seene me rahta hai
Aur vahi se,
Sara shor karta hai.
Jakhmi hai,
Darun vilap karta hai,
Kabhi beraham,
Aatahas karta hai,
Lakh samjzhaye
Nahi samajhta,
Kabhi bina kahe hi
Maan jata hai.
Kabhi bahti nadiya se bhi
Pyaasa lout aata hai,
To kabhi,
Bul bule par
aapni shristi loota aata hai.
Koi kahe,
Koi toh kahe….
Iss ajnabee se mann ka
Hum kya kare? -anjali

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Tum Kyun Nahi Aaye Pehle Kabhi?

Tum kyun aaye abhi?
Duniya bhar ki roshni liye?
Hume andhere ki aadat
Ho chalee thee.
Kabhi youn khud ko dekha nahi,
Andhere me sheesha nazar aaya hi nahi.

Tum kyun aaye abhi?
Itni sari khusiyan liye
Hume gamo se mohabbat
Ho gayee thee.
Dekho..
daman me sambhali jaati nahi!
Kabhi issko batorte hai,
Toh kabhi uss ko kho dete hai!

Tum kyun aaye abhi?
Umar bhar ki guftagoo liye?
Bheed me tanha phirte the,
Kabhi bewazah haste,
Kabhi bewazah rote the,
Par aah tak nahi karte the.
Abb samajh aata nahi..
Tumse shikayat kare..
Ya kare gila
Tum kyun nahi aaye pehle kabhi?

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Khushi

Khushi
Kya ho tum?
nam us lamhe ka
Jab pahli bar
Meine thi paakdi
Vo titli
Rango bhari
Lal, hari, neeli, aur peeli
Din bhar bhagne ke bad.
Ya ho voh pal
Jab pahli bar
Udte dekha
Apne he saapno ko
Door aasma par
laga kar paanchi ke par.

Khushi
Kya ho tum
Nam us aahsas ka
Jab pahli bar
Chooa tha meine
un baadloo ko
choopke
halke se,
jo aaye the jharookhe se
bina dastak diye
yo hi beghadak?
ya vo saz ho
cheeda tha jo lehro ne
hava ke tarango par
le kar karwato pe karwat?

khushi
kya ho tum
koi lamha ho
ya koi pal?
koi aahsas ho
ya koi saz
tarango par?

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Mann Toh Mann Hai

Mann to mann hai
Ek sawachand panchi
Kaun use kisi bandhan
me bandh paya hai.

Lakh talo me rah kar bhi
uuse kon bandi bana paya hai.
Dekho to uuadan uski
Chand lamho mei
Vo to kitne brahmand
Bhraman kar aaya hai.

Mann to mann hai
Ek sawachand panchi
Kaun use kisi bandhan
me bandh paya hai.

Tan ko to bandh liya
kadiyo se.
Kabhi diwaroo mein
Kabhi dooriyo mein
Mann ke aashwo ki
Doowd kaun, kaha,
rok paya hai

Mann to mann hai
Ek sawachand panchi
Kaun use kisi bandhan
me bandh paya hai.

mann doodaye
mann hasaye
mann roolaye
mann ki mahima
kya kabhi kooie jaan paya hai.

Mann to mann hai
Ek sawachand panchi
Kaun use kisi bandhan
me bandh paya hai

mann chanchal hai,
jharno sa
baadlo mein chamakti bijjliyo sa.
mann paavan hai
pooja mein chadhe puspo sa.
mann pischash hai
khoon mooh lage narbhakshi sa.

par phir,

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Saint Shirdi Sai Baba!

Ek Santh aisa Shirdi mein hai bassa
Chaha na kuch Apna, banaya sab ko Apna
SAI RAM, SAI SHYAM, SAI BANAYE BIGADE KAAM
Na koi uncha, na koi neecha, na koi aamir, na koi gharib
Na koi Hindu hai, Na koi musalmaan hai, Na koi aur dharm ka hai
Sab ek hai Uske Nazar mein, Bas pyar aur vishwas ho saath
Jo Sai ko maante hai, woh yeh baat jaante hai, maante hai
Pyar se phir sar pe humare rakhenge Sai Apna Haath
Kushiyon ka hoga barsaat.

Shirdi is blessed by this Saint's presence
Shirdi Sai Baba, the guiding spirit of love
He helps those who seek Him
He resides in every heart that loves Him
Sai is Ram, Sai is Shyam, Sai is EkNaam
Sai Resolves all problems
Nobody is rich, Nobody is poor, Nobody is high, Nobody is low
Nobody is a Hindu, Nobody is Muslim, Nobody is of any other religion
Everybody is the same in His Eyes, as long as they have love and faith
Those who have faith in Him know this, follow this
He smilingly places His Hand on us and blesses us with eternal bliss.

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Chal Chale Kahi Door

chal chale kahi door, tu ho paas jahaa ho dooor..
chal chale kahi door.......

samne koi ho muskil, ho ya koi dushman.
chal chale kahi door.......

aaj koi aye toofan, ya koi moAut..
chal chale kahi door.......

tu jo hey saath balama mere, to dhaye koi lakho sitam...
bus tu mere jindgi ka bus tu hi sahil hey...
tere kadam chum luoo....tere daman odha looooo...
chal chale kahi door.......

mera mandir bhi tu mere majjid bhi tu...
mera sahil bhi tu mera kinara bhi tu,..
chal chale kahi door.......

chal chale kahi door, tu ho paas jahaa ho dooor..
chal chale kahi door.....

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Eternal Creation

The Parent’s job just doesn’t end at giving birth to the child; but to irrefutably ensure that the infant was nourished with their breath and blood till the time it could unflinchingly fend for its symbiotic survival; was what the Almighty Creator had eternally created them for,

The Sun’s job just doesn’t end at giving birth to light; but to irrefutably ensure that the rays optimistically enlightened even the most infinitesimally lugubrious cranny of remorsefully cloistered earth; was what the Almighty Creator had eternally created it for,

The Rose’s job just doesn’t end at giving birth to fragrance; but to irrefutably ensure that the majestic resplendence ebulliently blossomed into the lives of countless haplessly beleaguered and bereaved; was what the Almighty Creator had eternally created it for,

The Peak’s job just doesn’t end at giving birth to victory; but to irrefutably ensure that the royal triumph peerlessly massacred even the most ethereal iota of devilishness form this Universe; was what the Almighty Creator had eternally created it for,

Nature’s job just doesn’t end at giving birth to newness; but to irrefutably ensure that the evolution metamorphosed every bit of egregiously stagnating ghoulishness into a sky of rhapsodic freshness; was what the Almighty Creator had eternally created it for,

The Cloud’s job just doesn’t end at giving birth to rain; but to irrefutably ensure that the water stupendously ignited vivaciously iridescent life in every ingredient of hopelessly dying soil; was what the Almighty Creator had eternally created it for,

The Conscience’s job just doesn’t end at giving birth to truth; but to irrefutably ensure that the righteousness insuperably conquered every trace of diabolical lies on earth and the atmosphere; was what the Almighty Creator had eternally created it for,

The Ocean’s job just doesn’t end at giving birth to salt; but to irrefutably ensure that the tanginess wonderfully illuminated every treacherously spiceles and deliriously lackadaisical moment of life; was what the Almighty Creator had eternally created it for,

The Poet’s job just doesn’t end at giving birth to fantasy; but to irrefutably ensure that the dream spellbindingly impregnates the winds of Omnipotent romance into monotonously monstrous robots; was what the Almighty Creator had eternally created him for,

The Lip’s job just doesn’t end at giving birth to smiles; but to irrefutably ensure that the happiness altruistically perpetually perpetuates into every dwelling incarcerated in chains of murderous gloom; was what the Almighty Creator had eternally created it for,

The Rainbow’s job just doesn’t end at giving birth to vividness; but to irrefutably ensure that the color timelessly enshrouded every gruesomely befriended orphan; miserably deteriorating on the globe; was what the Almighty Creator had eternally created it for,

The Shadow’s job just doesn’t end at giving birth to tranquility; but to irrefutably ensure that the peacefulness granted celestial reprieve to every bizarrely estranged soul squandering on this Universe; was what the Almighty Creator had eternally created it for,

The philanthropist’s job just doesn’t end at giving birth to unity; but to irrefutably ensure that the oneness miraculously coalesced every spuriously staggering and cold-bloodedly fighting caste; creed and tribe into the unassailable religion of humanity; was what the Almighty Creator had eternally created him for,

The wind’s job just doesn’t end at giving birth to freedom; but to irrefutably ensure that the liberation unequivocally freed every element of torturously enslaved earth till times immemorial; was what the Almighty Creator had created it for,

The night’s job just doesn’t end at giving birth to sensuality; but to irrefutably ensure that the passion brilliantly transformed every speck of infertility into the chapters of everlastingly Omniscient procreation; was what the Almighty Creator had created it for,

The eyelash’s job just doesn’t end at giving birth to flirtation; but to irrefutably ensure that the mischief serenely catapulted every fretfully frenetic organism into realms of impeccable childhood; was what the Almighty Creator had created it for,

The soldiers job just doesn’t end at giving birth to martyrdom; but to irrefutably ensure that the valor to timelessly serve the mothersoil; throbbed fearlessly in every chest; even centuries after his veritable death; was what the Almighty Creator had created him for,

The breath’s job just doesn’t end at giving birth to life; but to irrefutably ensure that the exultation inexhaustibly transcended over; even the most inane anecdote of baseless corruption and demeaning death; was what the Almighty Creator had created it for,

And the heart’s job just doesn’t end at giving birth to Love; but to irrefutably ensure that the compassionate togetherness tirelessly bonded the entire planet into a paradise of Omnipresently unshakable strength; was what the Almighty Creator had created it for…

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Hame jo yaad nahi...I don't rememebr

Hame jo yaad nahi uski aap yaad dilate hai
Manhus thi vo raat jo humko barbar rulati hai
Hamne kya kya nahi kaha tha aapse
Aap to hamara vajud hi bhuld gaye dilse

I had forgotten it all but you reminded
About the fateful night of tears that had blinded
What had I not promised you for the life?
You refused to everything to become bride

Aapka sochna durasta tha
Per hamra khyal bhi galat nahi tha
Aapne hame najrose upper utha liya tha
Fir aaise hi kyo jamin per patak diya

You were perfect in match with thought
But I too was not wrongly caught
You raised me high up to excel
Only to bring down at ground level

Aapne kaha chand aur tare kahan milte hai
Andheri rat me sirf sitare hi chamkete hai
Un dhundhli yaddoko yaad karne se kya faida
Jo hame kuchh bhi na de sake vo kaisa hai vada

You had thought about ill fate of stars and moon
Only stars twinkle often and remain there on
What is use of keeping all those sweet memories?
If that can’t give us anything sans worries

Dost hote nahi bichhdne ke liye
Per hote hai ek dusre per jaan chhidkne ke liye
Waqt ka takaja yehi hai ki aap hamara daman pakad le
Duniya walonki nigah se bachhe aur unki jaban ko tala lagale

Friends are meant to be deserted
But always loyal and to be asserted
Situation demands that you hold my hand
Show the world with move and force them to change trend

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Bindu. [A poem in Hindi]

Ik roop naino se man mein uttra
Mano dooor kshitij par ik madham sa bindu ubhara
Dhire dhire meri aur badha
Bindu bana ik chand
Roop ne karvat li
Hua chand se pyar
Tab hua milan
Ik madhur milan
Ik sukhad milan
Mano do aatmain samaa gai hoon jismain
Tab samay ki dhara baha ley gai
Milan ke is sukh ko
Usi kshitij ki aur
Chand phir ik bindu bana
Sukhad milan ki dard bhari yaad
jaise dooor kshitij par ik madham sa bindu
Chand ik bindu
Bindu ik roop
Bindu ik yaad
Bindu ik dard
Bindu ik aas
Jeevan ki aas
Asha hi jeevan
Bindu kitna chota sa par kitna mahaan.
[1972]

poem by Om Chawla
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Kaha Dhoondhe Kisko?

Kaha dhundhe kisko?
Jo mila,
Woh milke,
Khota hi gaya.
Kabhi ujalo ne jala diya.

Kabhi andhero ne cheepa liya.
Jo mila,
Khawab ban,
Oojhal hota hi gaya.

Badi mannate ki
Takdeeron se,
Kabhi bandh darwaza
Bandh hi raha
Toh,
kabhi khulkar bhi
Khali hi raha.

Kaha dhundhe kisko?
Ret ke gharondoo me?
Jo har lahar ke saath
Badle sahar?
Ya un baadloo me?
Jo har jhoke me
Badle nagar?

Bahut bhagee hai manzilon ke peeche..
Kabhi manzil badal gaye,
Toh
Kabhi rahee badal gayee.

Kaha dhundhe kisko?
Jo mila
Who milke
Khota hi gaya.
Kabhi ujalo ne jala diya.
Kabhi andhero ne cheepa liya.

poem by Anjali Kakati
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