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स्वप्न

2011-08-11T14:53:00.001+05:30

स्याह परदे पे खिले कुछ चित्र यूँ विचलित हुए

बंद नैनों से निकलकर मन पे वो चर्चित हुए

कई पहचाने से खांचे और कई अनजान से

साथ में मिलकर हैं आकारित नए निर्माण से

क्या ये कोई प्रेरणा है या प्रभु का कार है

करना है क्या मुझको साक्रित या कहीं साकार है

ढूँढने उसको निकलता कैसे दिशाहीन मैं

रेत में कोई पग नहीं थे छत्र से विहीन मैं

और भी कुछ सम मेरे थे पास में मेरे कहीं

पूछा पाँव छिल गए इस आस में तेरे कहीं

साथ जो हम सब हुए तो चित्र भी विस्तृत हुआ

छा गया मन पटल पे और अमिट सा वो स्मृत हुआ

कष्ट थे कईयों को और थे कई भटके हुए

कुछ सुलभ से साज़ थे और थे कई चटके हुए

पर ना कोई ऐसा था जो हर किसी के हाँथ हो

हर दिशा में रौशनी दे हर कदम पे साथ हो

मत से, श्रद्धा से, धर्म से और एक विश्वास से

करने को कुछ सबल, प्रथक, एक स्वरित रास से

कृति की आकांक्षा से चित्र को रंगने चले

हम मनुजन करने साक्रित स्वप्न को अपने चले

चाँद

2009-03-13T12:59:00.003+05:30

आके कल वो कह रहा था, मुझको तुझसे रश्क है
है गज़ब साया, वो तेरा, आँख में जो अश्क है

सबब है सब बेसबब, मैं तो हूँ खिलता शाम को
जाम छलके जब तलक, मैं बस हूँ रहता नाम को
पर तुझे जो देखते हैं, झूमता हर पल है दिल
समय कुछ हो, साथ कोई, भूलते हर काम को

आज हूँ जो कल नहीं था कल नहीं जो आज हूँ
कुछ हूँ वाजिब कुछ छिपा हूँ पर न कोई राज़ हूँ
फहम तेरा तो है शीशा, नाम तेरा पाक है
बात जैसे गीत कोई , ढूंढता एक साज़ हूँ

चांदनी गहना है मेरी, है चमक बिखरी हुई
तू है कहती है वो सुंदर फलक पे छिटकी हुई
चाँद पर है तुझसे जलता उसकी रूह में दाग है
रश्क है मुझसे उसे, खुशियों का तू वो बाग़ है

कुछ आज हम आजाद हैं...

2008-08-14T17:22:00.004+05:30

कुछ बढ़ गई हैं महफिलें
कुछ बढ़ गया सा राग है
कुछ ख्वाब संजीदा से हैं
कुछ जम गया सा दाग है

कुछ आसमान जलते हुए
कुछ बारिशें बढती हुई
कुछ टूटती सी धरतियां
कुछ बंदिशें मिटती हुई

कुछ और हैं अब आईने
कुछ और हैं कठपुतलियाँ
कुछ हैं भरी सी थैलियाँ
कुछ हैं कड़ी सी रोटियाँ

कुछ लाशें अब भी शान हैं
कुछ ज़िन्दगी शमशान है
कुछ जान है घुटती हुई
कुछ घोटना आसान है

कुछ रात है दिन में ढली
कुछ दिन हैं स्याही में ढले
कुछ हैं गला खोले हुए
कुछ हैं हरफ सीए हुए

कुछ मंजिलें हैं गुमशुदा
कुछ रास्ते सुनसान हैं
कुछ घर हैं सोने से सजे
कुछ झुग्गियां अनजान हैं

कुछ जाम से तर हैं गले
कुछ मरहम के मोहताज हैं
कुछ जागते हैं आज हम
कुछ आज हम आजाद हैं...

Iltifaat ...

2007-08-29T19:35:00.000+05:30

He was engrossed in dreams of an unfathomable love and melting in the warmth. But there was a voice to tell him what the demonized fire was about to convert to ashes....She wasn't strong enough to cross the line, she wasn't ready to synchronize her steps with him....The strands were breaking one-by-one and the lamenting eyes were trying to cover up the tatters. But there was a hand to patch up the unsheathing honour....Could he have risen from the scathing loss?...Could he have survived in and through a deaf space?...But HE is not merciless; taking-off from one of the pans of balance only results in the other becoming heavier. What he was bestowed with was much more than his loss....

Iltifaat...
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be-gharaz si zindagi suljhaa gayaa koi
tod ke wo ghaur sach dikhlaa gayaa koi

qaid thaa us aashiyaan ki surkh ek deewar mein
'adam jazbohn se bane ek humnasheen ikraar mein
jal rahaa hai ghar teraa batlaa gayaa koi

the lage maayoos se kuch yaawari ke taar bhi
farq ke daaman mein chupte zaar do absaar bhi
ek nayaa paiband phir pehnaa gayaa koi

ban gayi thi raah sooni khwaabon ke itlaaf se
bazm thi murdah sukoon mein jaam ke israaf se
hibah-e-iltifaat dene aagayaa koi

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[be-gharaz = meaningless, ghaur = deep thought/meditation/close attention, 'adam = non-existence/nothing/annihilation, jazbah = passion/rage/desire/feeling, yaawari = favor/assistance/friendship, zaar = weeping, absaar = eyes, paiband = patch, itlaaf = loss/ruin/decay, bazm = society/assembly, israaf = waste/extravagance, hibah = gift, iltifaat = friendship]

Veham ...

2007-07-08T16:39:00.000+05:30

He wanted to talk to her but she had no words. He wanted to see her but she had gone into hiding. All that he tried to convey to her returned back unacknowledged. Did she even give it an eye? Did she even know that he was trying to reach her? And one day she sprang back to life, messaged him to say that she was coming to his land. But he was busy...busy walking away from her...busy trying to redefine his motives...busy trying to find a new meaning for his existence. And he heard a distant music and a cold warmth reminded him of her. He was confused...is it her? No it can't be...

Veham...
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Shor hai charon taraf...wo sunane ko raazi nahin
Zehan me mere basi hai...dikhne ko raazi nahin

Lafz khat ke keh rahe hain, aaj bhi wo paak hain
Hum-nazar naa ho sake, ab maayane bebaak hain
Mit gayi hain sab lakeerein, girah ko raazi nahin

Aas ke dariyaa pe bandhtaa baandh, phir se dheh gayaa
Cheekhne ki chaah thi, par aah karke reh gayaa
Garkh hai...phir bhi zameen mein milne ko raazi nahin

Aahatein kuch paa ki thithaki, nabz kuch to kam hui
Qaul thaa saanson kaa koi, dhadkane yun nam hui
Taab-e-faiz-e-ishq ko yeh bandagi raazi nahin

Justjoo teri muqaddar, zaar hai meraa naseeb
Siyaah-e-shab hi roshni hai, mai hai meri ab habeeb
Naghmaah uskaa thaa veham, par bood-e-rooh raazi nahin

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Shikan ...

2007-04-30T09:57:00.000+05:30

They want him to tell more....more of the story of the never ending path to the unknown destination....more of the story of the desires that burned.... of the tears that glossed and the words that resonated. They find enjoyment in the narration. But for him its just a way to live a few more moments, a way to re-live the moments gone by.... She never leaves him in wake or in sleep... Always deepening the feelings... Words are but a vent for the lava to ooze out of the dormant volcano of his inflamed existence which lies concealed from the vision of the concourse.... But words have their limit and life has too many colours to paint, too many urges to fulfill (or even express) and too many notes to sound.... Is he trying to enjoy her thoughts and memories in his lonliness? Is he tranquilized by her charms...the source of his pain?....

Shikan...
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Anjuman-e-meharbaan kuch kehne ko betaab hai
Aaj meri ye zubaan kuch kehne ko betaab hai

Khwaahishon ki ek shamaa, jo jal rahi thi umra bhar
Lab-e-maah ko choomati, jo dhal rahi thi umra bhar
Aakhiri angaar se, phir jalne ko betaab hai

Hosh beparvaah kiye jis jaam ne tere raqeeb
Doobtaa jisme gayaa, har waqt, teraa hi naseeb
Boond-e-sifaal se, chhalakne ko betaab hai

Chasm...jisne tar kiye, is zindagi ke pal kai
Tairate jisme rahe, kuch siskiyon ke kal kai
Tod kar sab bandishein, fir behne ko betaab hain

Lafz...jo ghutate rahe, har saans mein banke zehar
Cheekhate har harf mein, un syaah raaton kaa kehar
Bol kar ab ek ghazal, chup rehne ko betaab hain

Zindagi...teri tadap kaa ziqra, fir baaki rahaa
Mai meri khaali rahi, aur gham meraa saaki rahaa
Aaj, teri har shikan, fir sehne ko betaab hai

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Jalsaa ...

2007-04-11T12:43:00.000+05:30

Opinions, perspectives, views... They are quite individualistic. What looks like life to one might be an ocean of problems for the other. At times one tries to fight against these, to alter their shape, in oneself or others. But this is not so easy a task. She doesn't want to step on what looks like a path of thorns to her. Her vision is limited to see the garden of roses that lies beyond. Can he take even a breath without her? Can he swallow the pain that has engulfed him like chains of burning iron? Can he ever celebrate his moments without her thoughts? ...

Jalsaa...
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Zindagi ki berukhi, khud se chipaanaa aagayaa
Humko, har ek haal mein, ab muskuraanaa aagayaa

Tu gayaa yun door humse, saans jo khaamosh ho
Waqt behtaa tham gayaa, pal maut ki aagosh ho
Gham ke is daaman mein, humko moohn chipaanaa aagayaa

Qaid-e-kismat ishq hai, rooh ki tadap hum kyaa kahein
Aahton kaa silsilaa, jo zakhm de, hum kyaa kahein
Mehfilon ko aah se, apni sajaanaa aagayaa

Ashq kaa dariyaa hai, yaadein hain teri bheegi hui
Aks fir se khwaab hai, tasveer hai dhundhali hui
Jaake maatam mein, humein jalsaa manaanaa aagayaa

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Door...

2006-08-01T16:37:00.000+05:30

Distance ... A factor that might affect a relationship strongly. She was in a land very far from him. He longed to see her, but didn't have the wings to fly to that land. There were a number of chains tying him and holding him back. He could hear her melodious voice and feel the warmth of her words. But that wasn't enough for him. How he wished that she should stay in front of him every moment!! ... Time took a turn and the distance between them diminished. But instead of coming closer to him with the decrease in distance, she went far from him. The divide increased and he could no longer hear the melody or feel the warmth. Wasn't his fate cruel?? And now he wishes that she should go back ... Back to the far off land from where her melodious voice sounded clearer and the warmth felt warmer ...

Door...
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Tu saamne nahin thaa....par qaid-e-nazar meri
Saayaa to saath thaa...thi jo bhi dagar meri

Piaghaam kai milne pe tu todtaa thaa khwaab
Aadhi si neend mein..bhejtaa thaa ek jawaab
Aanaa tere jawaab kaa thi zindagi meri

Har lafz meraa, ... tere liye, ... chaahein khaak thaa
Jazb-e-jigar bhi, ... tere liye, ... chaahein raakh thaa
Par khaak mein khushboo thi, ... raakh mein tapish meri

Har ek lamhaa tere bin lagtaa thaa ek pehar
Thi aas tere aane ki mujhko shaam-o-sahar
Mushtaaq thi har aarzoo, ... aamad mein bas teri

Tu door nahin utnaa jitnaa thaa tu mujhse kal
Tu paas nahin phir bhi jitnaa hai abhi ye pal
Kahaan hoon main, ... kahaan hai tu, ... kahaan hain khwaahishein meri

Ab waqt nahin paas tere mujhko sun sake
Ab dost tere itne hain naa mujhko gin sake
Tu chalaa jaa phir door, ... hai ye iltejaa meri

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Vasla ...

2006-05-29T13:15:00.000+05:30

The first time he saw her, the first time he heard her voice, ... all the memories are still very fresh and clear. What happened when the first time he tried to talk to her ... how eager was he ... and what an awkward situation was created for him!! ... So, what was the first meeting that led to the feelings that shaped up in the form of 'Khalish' and 'Hiraas'? ...

... The description of the meeting goes as ...

Vasla
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Noor-e-husna dekh ke, dil yun thehar gayaa
Lamhaa-lamhaa karte-karte din guzar gayaa

Musafir-e-raah-e-aamozi thaa jo kal tak
Deedaar-e-shamaa paake raah se mukar gayaa

Giraft-e-talab-e-hum-sukhan jo ho gayaa zehan
Sawaal poochnaa thaa jo, wo bhi bisar gayaa

Jumbish-e-lab kaa sehar ... kuch chaayaa is kadar
Sur-o-saaz, har koi ... ab ban zeher gayaa

Nabard-e-ishq kaa ... wo pehlaa imtihaan thaa
Uthaa ke tarf, maar mujhko ... sitamgar gayaa

Intezaar ki shab gayi aur aagayi sahar
Chhodke mehfil meri saaki kidhar gayaa

Koshish-e-vasla karnaa, ... ab ban gayaa hai khoo
To kyaa huaa ... gar vaar pehlaa be-asar gayaa

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Hiraas ...

2006-05-20T19:31:00.000+05:30

She can talk and talk and talk ... endlessly. But never would she disclose her desires. She understands his feeling for her, his point-of-view, his aspirations. But she doesn't divulge her thoughts. Isn't there still a gap between them? A gap that he wants to bridge. He wants to remove all the covers and to unearth the emotions that they conceal. But he doesn't know how. The process takes him through a phase where people mock at him and make fun of his condition. Whats the last resort for him? ... How should he proceed? ...

... And my ink shapes the scenario in the form of my second composition ...

HIRAAS
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Had-e-ishq, meri ... mujhse poochtaa hai kyaa
Kinaaraa-e-gaihaan, ... tujhko dikhaaoon kaise

Ashkon kaa dariyaa ... jo har din sookhtaa hai
Aab-e-chasm ko ab ... main jilaaoon kaise

Har lafz chaah kaa jo tu ansunaa karde
Lafzon ko phir ... main ghazal mein sajaaoon kaise

Nigaah teri jo aur kuch bhi dekhne naa de
Kaise sambhaloon main, ab hosh mein aaoon kaise

Bas ek hazl ban gayaa hoon, duniyaa ke liye
Taar-e-taalluq main tujhse chhudaaoon kaise

Kaabiz-e-qalb is kadar khayaal teraa hai
Tassavur-e-vajood apnaa jagaaoon kaise

Maksad teraa fahm ke pare hai mere
Taareef-e-jazb teri tujhko sunaaoon kaise

Khwaahish-e-rooh-e-nigaar ab bhi waajih nahin
Hiraas-e-ishq ko ai-Rab main mitaaoon kaise

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Khalish...

2006-05-08T20:08:00.000+05:30

He loves her and loves her like anything...She means the world to him...or even more...He tries to express his feelings...but, is he successful?!...Is she listening??...Is she understanding?...Every moment that goes by without her only increases the pain...A pain that he hides behind his false smile...a pain that he wants her to understand, but doesn't wish to reveal...A pain that is eating him up and making him hollow...

....Thats the source of my first composition...and I call it...

KHALISH
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Tujhko paane ki khalish mein
Main ye jahaan bhoolaa
Apne dar, ... apni galiyaan
Apnaa makaan bhoolaa

Sooraj ki surkh roshni
...thi teri aankhon mein
Nazar milaake tujhse
Main dekhnaa bhoolaa

Tujhko paane ki khalish mein
Main ye jahaan bhoolaa
Nazar milaake tujhse
Main dekhnaa bhoolaa

Raat ki os...
Yon saji thi, tere honthon pe
Us tabassum ki chaah mein
Main doobnaa bhoolaa

Tujhko paane ki khalish mein
Main ye jahaan bhoolaa
Us tabassum ki chaah mein
Main doobnaa bhoolaa

Teri aagosh ki tapish mein
Yon jal uthaa ye tan
Zindagi kaa thaa jo maksad
Aur main jeenaa bhoolaa

Tujhko paane ki khalish mein
Main ye jahaan bhoolaa
Zindagi kaa thaa jo maksad
Aur main jeenaa bhoolaa

Tujhko paane ki khalish mein
Main ye jahaan bhoolaa
Apne dar, ... apni galiyaan
Apnaa makaan bhoolaa

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Loosing time...

2006-03-01T03:57:00.000+05:30

Tick...tick...tick... Its slipping...It slips with every tick of the second's hand and actually must faster than that. Is even using the word 'faster' appropriate??..Naah!!...You can just observe that its slipping...and...its gone...Don't even try to quantify...You'll fail.

Do we ever realise the importance of time? If we say we do, is that actually the case?...Well...This discussion can go on...Lets come to the point.

Its been days, days that now seem like years, since my last blog. I'll write something today. No its tonnes of work to do. I shall write something tomorrow or probably on the weekend when I'll be free. This is endlessly pushing things,...postponing. I realize that if I continue with such a behavior I'll never be able to follow any of my hobbies or passions in the times to come.

So...do it as soon as it comes to your mind...Don't wait!

Here I am back to my blogs....With a few more creations...

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Shama jab raat mein jalti hai
Sang jaltaa hai meraa dil
Teri tasveer jo ubhare
To...pighaltaa hai meraa dil
Chalaknaa chaahte hain aankhon mein base gham ke paimaane
Magar...In aankhon ki kasak ko rok letaa hai meraa dil

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Har pal meri aankhon mein jo basti hai
Kal shaam, mujhse naaraaz thee...shaayad
Meri khaamoshi ko jurm meraa maan baithi wo
Par...ye khaamoshi meraa paighaam thee...shaayad

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Pehli nazar mein humko wo deewaanaa kar gaye
Apne aagosh ki garmi se humein, pravaanaa kar gaye
Sochaa thaa, hasin mukaam pe pahunchenge saath-saath
Par, beech raah mein humein begaanaa kar gaye

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Ai gham-e-ulfat...humein tanhaaiyaan to de
Yaadon se mitaa de use...parchaaiyaan to de
Koi naa kare ishq...kuch rusvaaiyaan to de
Har zakhm aur cheer de...gehraaiyaan to de

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Sochte sochte har soch bisar jaati hai
Mehak jab unki saanso ki, humaari saanson mein ghul jaati hai
Jal jaan chaahtaa hai baar baar meraa jism
Tapish jo unke pyaar ki yun baar baar baras jaati hai

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Duniyaa kyaa hai...teri aankhon kaa nazaaraa hai
Zindagi kyaa hai...tere labon ki maidhaaraa hai
Main to ek kashti hoon...har lehar jisse khelati hai
Is akeli kashti ko bas ek teraa sahaaraa hai

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Shab hai shabaab par, maah kaa noor bhi hai
Kuch paas hai mere, to kuch to door bhi hai
Chaltaa hoon is nafs ke nakshe kadam pe main
Kuch belagaam hai...to kuch dastoor bhi hai

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Manzilein aur bhi hai....
Kuch gham naa kar
Ek gayaa to aur saathi milenge
E musaafir...tu aankhein nam naa kar

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Daffodils

2005-04-07T10:52:00.000+05:30

DAFFODILS

I WANDER'D lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the Milky Way,
They stretch'd in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

-William Wordsworth

Daffodils ... Weren't they daffodils. 'Almast' and 'Fakkad'. Always going their own way. Enjoying life to the fullest. Doing things others won't dare to. Setting up examples with every new move. Though each had a different 'root' but they all had roots in the same 'soil'. Swaying together...reflecting harmony and brotherhood...Any small tussles only strengthened this bond. Whenver they collided in their sway they added their scent to the breeze.
They taught a person like me, who has come from a very diverse environment and hadn't wittnessed anything much similar to this, the important lessons of life. They embraced me, freshened me with their smell, calmed me with their magical soothening effect.
Even today, when I close my eyes the face of some daffodil from the lot flashes in my mind. I remember all ... the pranks, the classes, the sports, the dramas, the mahabharat, the ramlila, the swaymvar, the dance parties, the assignments, the projects, the mails, the forums, the lan, the movie servers, the quizzez, the exams, the NSC campus, the Jhalwa campus, the Boys' hostel,.........Everything.....In the little time that I spent with them they have left an everlasting impression on my mind.

"For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils."

Thank you buddies for everything !!!
Cheers for IIIT-A 2k5 (Better know as the BEASTS)

To start off with.... :)

2005-04-06T16:31:00.000+05:30

I sent this mail to Anuja providing her a link to the pics of the Pre-TU programme that I had uploaded on my website. She replied back to me with a word of appreciation. But she said that I should have a write-up with the same. Besides this too, I was thinking about starting blogging for quite some time. Many times one has so much to say, discuss and share. What could be better than blogging.
So here I am with my first blog @Blogger_dot_com. As Shashi puts that, its an online diary. So I think that I should include something from my diary in this. Also I must thank 'TharKing' for telling me that Blogger_dot_com is much better than other blog spaces like spaces_dot_msn_dot_com. Infact, before having a talk with him today, I was going to register myself with the latter. But the great blogger of Blogger_dot_com changed my mind ;)

This is what I composed today morning :

"Us ufaq ke paar kaa deedaar chaahe ye nazar,
Falak pe bikhare sitaare yaar chaahe ye nazar,
Dhoondhtaa hai husn jo ye dil har ek baazaar mein,
Shama-e-maknoon ka hi pyaar chaahe ye nazar."

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