Diwali

Beneath a tree,
She sat like a stone…
Wearing old bruises,
Fighting with the cold wind…
Torn dress could not sustain,
All her efforts were in vain…
All alone she was left to groan,
With only the wind, that aided the moan…

Looking at the fireworks, she wondered
Millions of shooting stars, she assumed
Wishing for some food, her eyes sparkled
Looking at her folded hands, even God was stirred

Breaking the silence, a voice called her,
“This is the Diwali gift for you”, the lady told her.
Thanking her, she began eating with delight…
Her glittering face was now matching with the sky…

H A P P Y   D I W A L I 🙂

– Priya Soni

Anbhigya

Kabhi us nanhe balak ko dekha hai,
jo shayad maa se bichad gaya hai,
beech sadak pe baitha hai jo,
nirantar bas maa ko pukarta hai jo,

yun to koi takleef nahi hai use,
par koi apna kho gaya hai,
usi ko khojne nikal pade hain aansu jaise,
reh gyi hain anbhigya si aankhe peeche…

kisi aur ki parvah nahi hai use,
kahan hai vo,
kinke beech,
kuch nahi…
bas ek anjane bhay me lipt,
bheed me maa ko talashta hai vo…

agle hi pal,
vo tha maa ke aanchal me,
chashm-e-tar me bhi chalki thi vo,
muskaan jo laut aayi thi adharon pe ab…

maa ke aanchal ki chhaon,
har insaan ko mayassar nahi hoti…
hakimon ke pass bhi,
iss sargirani ki dawa nahi hoti…

par majal-e-khwab to dekho,
usi ek shann,
jaane kyu laga,
ki jaaun usi sadak par,
usi nanhe balak ki tarah…
jane kis guman me sochti hun,
ki bekhabar si ye deed-e-deedar,
kya pata, aaj khoj lein kisi apne ko… 🙂

– Priya Soni

Fly with her…

You want to grab her,
And, She swifts like a feather…
You want to harbor her,
But, She is a passenger…

Fly with her,
She takes you to the skies…
Breathe with her,
She makes you feel alive…

Even in her eyes,
There was a spark…
Covered up with the lies,
Now, lost in the dark…

Search for the truth in phony stories,
Gather the courage to unwrap her diaries…
Caress her with all the dove,
Kiss her scars, and paint yourself with love…

Be the spark of her eyes,
And, she’ll burn herself to make you shine…
Feel her chilly nights,
And, wake up to see the dawn, so divine… 🙂

– Priya Soni

Asar

Tujhe na hai kuch khabar,
Par tera hi hai ye asar
Khud pe yakin sa hone laga hai
Mai bhi kuch hu, mann kehne laga hai...
Chaahte to bahot thi pehle bhi,
Par unhe pura karne ka hausla, aane laga hai..
Unmukt gagan me udaan to tab bhi thi,
Par ek rukhi tuti patti ki tarah..
Jaise dhundti ho jeene ka ek sirah...
Ab titli ki tarah pankh kholti hu,
Aasmaan me rang bikherti hu...
 Tune hi ranga hai mujhe,
Bas keh na pau mai yeh tujhe...

Vo Mulk

Hamare hi pados me hai vo mulk,
Hamara hi hissa hua karta tha vo mulk,
Aaj kuch khafa sa hai,
Dilon me kuch jala sa hai…

Sarhad ke iss paar bhi, mahaul gamgeen hai,
Iss katil manzar ke, jaane kitne tamashebeen hain..
Isme jo bacha, vo to bas netaon ka maan hai,
Aam aadmi ke liye, to har tarf shamshaan hai…
Saalon pehle paayi thi aazadi dono deshon ne,
Par aaj bhi jakde hain nafrat ki salakhon me…

Aisa nahi, ki hume unki kadra nahi,
Ya vo humse milne ko talabgaar nahi,
Kab se dhool kha raha hai mohabbat ka paigaam

Tadap rahi hai dono deshon ki aawam…

Zameen pe siyasat karne valo ne,
Iss takleef ko kabhi na samjha hai..
Saalon se chalti aayi is ladai ko unhone,
Jaane kitno ke khoon se sincha hai…

Der se hi sahi, par

Hogi kabhi to hame bhi rehmat adaa,
Jab ho jaegi ye dehshat-gardi fanna…
Bas yahi dua karta hai dil-e-nashad,
Mohabbat se rahe ye sarhad aabad….

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You and Me

I live in your dreams,
and, you in my sleepy voice…

I make you conscious,
and, you lead me to unconsciousness…

You come like a fiery breeze,
and make my breath seize…
A moment so still,
yet so turbulent…

You inhale me like weed,
and, I am lost in your puff…
Both in the crescentic need,
all unsaid, yet so bluff…

You compose our song,
and my heart beats, for the melody…

Neglecting for so long,
Is what they call as reality…

Behind the red eyes,
It hides,

The moment when I realize,
You are empty of feelings for me,
and, I search for you in the emptiness…

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…