Vidambana

Apni taareef sun kar, yun khush na hua kijiye,
log yahan, insaan ki nahi, paise ki puja kiya karte hain..

raah chalte kutton ko berehmi se dutkaar dete hain,
par aapke “pet” ke liye, gift lekar pahunchte hain…

jeb bhaari ho to, TT muskurakar seat dilwata hai,
varna usi seat se hatane me waqt kahan lagata hai..

ghar me jitni mithayiaan, utne mehmaan…
gud-shakkar valon ke to aangan sune raha karte hain…

ajeeb vidambana hai ye,
yun to insaan anmol hai,
par har cheez ka mol karte karte,
khud hi ki keemat aankne laga hai…

ab har kisi ki muskurahat par ek prashn-chinh hai,
khud ko mili tawajjo, par ek prashna-chinh hai,
kyonki,
log yahan, insaan ki nahi,
paise ki puja kiya karte hain…

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Maana ki…

Maana ki khushi behad khubsoorat cheez hai,
Par ye kya ki, aansuon ko moti samajh liya…

Maana ki pyaar, tyaag ka doosra naam hai,
Par ye kya ki, khud hi ko luta diya…

Maana ki teri parchaai sa saath nibhaungi sada,
Par ye kya ki, tune peeche dekhna hi chhod diya…

Hasratein hamesha thi, tujhe paane ki,
Sapno se saji thi, vo dor mere sirhane ki,
Ab us sirhane me vo garmahat kahan,
Aansuon me lipta hai, har ek dhaaga yahan..

Hairaan hu mai ye jaankar ki,dil ab bhi udna chahta hai,
Kaise samjhaun ise ki,
yun to khushi behad khubsoorat cheez hai,
Par ye kya ki, aansuon ko moti samajh liya…..!