jan jaagran

dhuan dhuan hai aasman,

khaak ho rahi zameen

zar zar jazbaat hai

manhoosiyat har kahin

apang vyavastha

manvta hai sharmsaar

khud ham hi karte hain

apno ka vyapaar.

angaare bujhe hue

samjhaute ka santosh

lachaar samaj hai

par kisko de dosh!

why?

why??

question starts with every wrongs

never rises with rights,

why?

always it remains with poor

never asked from richies

why?

one use this words when its too late

never when its early

why?

it gives complaints

never satisfaction

why??

Does writing makes any sense

I am trying to write some thing which really make a sense
but from last few hours I am feeling myself blank
it is hard to realise that i have no feelings to express
neither recent attack on taj nor political issues
not a single thought about economic crunch
nothing about dip in oil price
because a number of eminent people are there
to write about and to analyse,
but does writing makes any sense ?
does it improves any of these things happening around?
the questions are almost unanswered,
I am not hurt, not depressed, not worried even
but why ???
who can answer me??
after a long struggle inside me I found one; who can!
and that's none other than me
I kept questioning myself,
are we really sorry for any kind of distress??
how many of "me" are going to change ?
all "me" will continue their lives after enjoying these news as their tea time gossip
cursing politicians, showing their concern towards economy,
watching live footage on television screen
but how it benefits ?
is it a kind of entertainig movie or a daily soap ?
what we really doing for us?
we never use to do anything for anyone else ,
we need to realise this that if we want things to change we should change ourselves.
to change the system in a fortnight is not easy, but change is possible
how a few people can work so efficiently, with a perfect planning
and a million of people are just spectators of death dance?
hard to think but easy to answer: what can I do!
just a blame game and all over?
I want to write something which can spark the rdx inside us
which can compell us to snatch ourselves from the system, corruption and injustice
which can really work; but fortunately or unfortunately
I havent got that to write....

Is it....

I had seen him,in morning

very happy, showing his grin

looking for some one impatiently

coming out again and again;

one hand holding the other,

facial glow was clear form distance

unable to stop his spontanous smile;

jaws are poured out

it was noon,but there was 

slight difference in him

his blushed face was like

sheded flower

smile was

playing hide and seek

looking little spent

but the eyes were on the street

unblinked,tired

now, he was not coming out

he was sitting outside only,

i doubt, he was aware

It was evening...

there was no change in his position

street was covered with the blanket

of darkness

his vision was blurred

a thread of water was glittering

extended to his cheeks

but, stone vision was still on the street

suddenly, he laughed,

 than smiled shaking his head

looked at street, once again

an intense pain was in his eyes

he thought of some thing

some work, he was full of energy

he seemed to be in hurry

he entered inside,

opened his laptop, and said 

oh I had to complete this today

what the hell I was doing.......

The runway

I found myself running for something

for what i was very much fond of

an endless walk on a lonely dark street

where difficult for one to find the other hand

something can be seen blurred there

which i was trying to see, but wasn't visible

the search was taking an imaginary shape

I had felt the sitis for the destiny,

was tired, not ready to give up

desiring for a glimse of the fate

every stone was a part of my journey

each particle was witness of my enthu

who knows where this walk will get  rest

where the else will be mentined

wheather footprints will remain or ruined

there is neither return ticket available

nor the choice to get stagnant

only one of the all rest is known

i will witness the whole, 

with my same unsatisfied thirst........

vartamaan

uljhanon se bhare is jahan me koi ek kinare ko rota hai,

doobte jahaaz me kashti ke sahare ko rota hai

laazmi hai rona magar,

ilm ho ke is rone me aage wo kya khota hai

likhne wale ne likh daale milan ke saath bichhude

Milan ki khushi jitni jyada hoti hai bichadne ka gham usse kahin adhik hota hai is baat ka ehsaas mujhe pehle nahi tha, is duniya me aise bhi log hote hain jinse aap ka koi rishta nahi hote hue bhi wo apki zindagi ka ek atoot hissa hote hain. jinka jikra na hote hue bhi hame unki yaad aati hai. jab tak ham saath hote hain hamein ek doosre ke hone se hone wali khushi ka ehsaas nahi hota par jab ham door ho jate hain to wo faasla hame saath na hone ke dard ka ehsaas jaroor kara jata hai. na jane ham kitne logon se roz milte hain aur phir bichad jate hain kabhi na milne ke liye, lekin har bichude par ham udaas nahi hote, wo sare log hame yaad nahin aate.

bichadna.... kabhi na milne ke liye? ye soch kar kuch ajeeb lagta hai. wo hai ya nahi?,khush hai ya nahi?,kabhi mil payega ya nahi? aur na jaane kitne ansuljhe sawaal,na jane khud se kitni shikayatein.jab ye pata ho ke jaane wala kabhi laut kar nahi aane wala, wo hamesha ke liye ja raha hai. ab use kabhi sun pana,dekh pana sambhav nahi hoga hame achanak uski jaroorat mehsoos hone lagti hai.ham use jaane nahi dena chahte rok lena chahte hain.

lekin tab kya karein jab koi bin bataye hi chala jaye aur kabhi laut kar na aye, apke bare me soche bina ya shayad use iska mauka hi na mila ho ke wo ruk sake shayad jaana uski marzi na ho shayad wo waqt aur haalat se majboor ho, shayad wo bhi aapki taqleef me barabar sharik ho raha ho, ya phir shayad wo khush ho use apke dard ka ehsaas hi na ho........

kya use pukaarna uchit hai jo kabhi nahi lautega,kya usse koi umeed karna khud to chalne jaisa nahi jo mud kar nahi dekhne wala?? kyun phir bhi ham aisa karte hain , uske liye kyun pal pal tadpte hain jo hame kabhi na khatam hone wala intezaar aur umra bhar ki judaai de gaya shayad jaan boojh kar shayad anjaane me,par milne ki manzil judaai hai kyunki kisi ka saath hamesha ka nahi hota wo bahut kam aur khushnaseeb log hote hain jo hamesha saath hote hain. par saath rehne ke baad jo akela chod jaate hain wo na bewafa hote hain na kassorwar phir bhi ek saza de jaate hain, judai ki saza,intezaar bhi na kar pane ki saza,bichadne ki saza.

Is sachchai se waakif hote hue bhi ham roz naye logon se milte hain ke wo ek din humse bichad jayenge kyunki shayad yehi parinati hai. maut ke dar se ham saana lena nahi chhodte to bichadne ke dar se milna kaise chhod sakte hain.

WO JO AAYA NAHI.....

wo shaam aaj bhi yaad hai mujhe jab baarish ki boondon ne pyaasi zameen ko ji bhar kar bhigoya tha. jab mere ansuon aur barsaat ki boondon ka sangam kuch aisa tha k dono ko alag kar pana mushkil tha. mere mann me jo toofan tha wo shaayad bahar k mausam se bhi jyada akramak tha. mujhe aisa pratit ho raha tha jaise main bahut akeli ho gai hoon na jane kya kho diya tha maine, jab k ,sab kuch waisa hi tha jaisa pehle hua karta tha. itna asurakshit,itna asahaay shayad hi maine kabhi mehsoos kiya tha. rone k liye aansoo kam pad gaye the aur shayad jo lag raha tha wo apni charam seema par tha. us baat ko aaj tak samajh nahi payi k wo kya aur kyun tha par itna ehsaas jaroor ho gaya ke ab shaayad wo kabhi nahi hoga,main shayad badal gai thi ya shayad ab badal gai hoon.

pata nahi tha k ek din ye baat shabdon ka roop legi aur kahin likhi jayegi parantu tab bhi , aur ab bhi kisi anjani aahat se wo sihran ka ehsaas mujhe kisi ki yaad dilata hai..........

about rock on.....................

I had heard much about....
which has almost pushed me to the nearby PVR
to watch the difference ...
I found it was good, really nice.
closer to our lives,
I found it as a mirror reflection of a number of people.
but, there is difference,
it is not as easy as shown in movie to get a chance again
but it was a good approach to make us realize ourselves

Kshitij ka sach

एक दिन क्षितिज की ओर देखते हुए मेरे मन में ये ख्याल आया

की क्या इस पूरी कायनात में वास्तव में ऐसा कोई बिंदु है ,

ऐसी कोई शय है जो अपने आप में मुकम्मल हो,संपूर्ण हो,

जो हसरतों से परे और अधूरेपन की टीस से अनभिज्ञ हो,

क्या कोई मनुष्य इस मुकम्मल ज़िन्दगी को जी पाया है,

क्या कोई ऐसा है जिसे उसकी हर तमन्ना हासिल है ,

मस्तिष्क के इस तूफ़ान में मुझे एक ही जवाब मिल पाया,

के इस सवाल का कोई जवाब नहीं....................................

जैसे क्षितिज एक मिथ्या है, एक भ्रम है

ठीक उसी प्रकार सम्पूर्णता भी एक भ्रम है,

जो सही मायनों में हासिल नहीं हो सकती,

परन्तु इसका आभास होना संभव है

Vichaardhara

ek vichaar.........
hamare hone ki wajah
wo ek vichaar...
jise pehchnna aasan nahi
jo bina aahat k jivan me pravesh karta hai
jiska astitva hamse bada hai
taaumra hamare saath rehta hai
aur hamare baad bhi...
jo hamari pehchaan ban jata hai,
jise badalna ya mitana namumkin ho jaye
wo ek vichaar...
jo hamari prerna hai
jo jivan mrityu se pare hai
swakshand hai khule antriksh me
wohi vichaar...
jivan ki sachchai hai
jise manushya dhoondh raha hai
usi k antarman ki rudan
wo ek vichaar...

ateet...

aaj phir yadon k jharokhon se ubhri ek parchai hai

aaj phir khayalon k jhurmuth me wo shakl nazar ayi hai

aaj phir khamosh rahein karti hain koi ishaara

har jagah,har palchin,har shay me wahi nazara
aaj jane kyu mujhe ho raha ye aabhaas hai
ho na ho wo kahin mere aas paas hi hai