ghazal

Ab kahaan hai shauq-e-vasl...dard-e-hijr kahaaan....

kahaan balaa-e-ulfat-e-sukhan saahab...

Dil koi tooti hui gullak hai...lafz do chaar bache sikke hain.....

ab kis simt main dekhoon, kahaan se gham laaoon....

ab kiski jaan ko likh, varjish-e-kalam laaooon...

ab siyaahi mein rang-e-ishq kahaan....

ab kahaan raqs-e-salvat-o-shikan Saahab.....

sulagte pattharon pe chal ke kabhii dekha toh,

kabhi jalti shamaa pe haath rakhaa...

maine har kehkashaan ko Lalkaraa....

Jal ke bhi aaftab saath rakhaa.....

Ab aur kis qadar main nabz ka bharam laaoon.....?

Baaghi eemaan mein kya khaak main dharam laaoon....?

Ab apni aankh mein main kaun si sharam laaoon?

Ab ash-aar mein raftaar-e-jafaa...zabaan pe zikr-e-yaar kahaan..

Ab kahaan gairat-e-zahan saahab...

Ab kahan hai shauk-e-vasl...dard-e-hijr kahaaan....

kahaan balaa-e-ulfat-e-sukhan saahab...

Rabbit Hole

Shukl Paksh see badhti..
Apni hi taal par Naachti- thirakti..

Mohni hiran si, kulaanche bharti...
Masoom chutkulon par khul ke Khilkhilaati...

Kabhi swapna shrinkhalaon ko tutla ke sunaati...
Kabhi Akeli gungunaati..

Kabhi shaant, Kshitij ko muska ke nihaarti...
Pedon se, patton se, hawaa se, jaane kya batiyaati....

Aaj gudiya gum sum hai..

Apni chhoti doorbeen se anmani hoke jane kaun si chidiya dhoondh rahi hai..

Barkha ki boondein zoom kar ke dekhti aur dhamm se baith jaati...

Aaj apni neeli kurti pahen zaraa nahi ithalayi..
Kadam bhaari hain, chotiyan nahi bandhawayin...

“Ma mujhe baahar jaana hai...

Tum kehti thee ped paani hawaa achche hain...

Tum kehti thee, jo bhaagein daudein, gire padein.. wo hi bachche hain..

Dekho us ped pe latke aam... abhi lagte kachchche hain...

Mujhko gulel de do jis par California likha hai....

Aur woh kangaroo wala boomerang...
jo jaane kab se tumne sajaa rakha hai...

Dekho, Mr. Ashok. ka ped, kaise jhuka hua hai!!!
Sad hai mumma!! kyonki sab kuchh ruka hua hai.. 

Maine uski bholi ankhon mein kautoohal toh kai baar hai dekha..

Pehli baar dikhi mujhko chinta ki rekha....

Maine kahaa bitiya batlaa mujhko Alice ki kahaani...

kis tarah dari thee..

Jab anjaane rabbit hole mein aundhi aa giri thee..?

Phir jab usne apna nanhaa deel uthaaya..
Khud ko sapnon ki viraat duniya mein paaya...

Pehle woh sahami sahami thee...??

phir dheere dheere us “rabbit hole” mein badhi bahut gahma gahmi thee...

Naye rang ke din, nayi raatein, naye taur tareeke,

Jeevan ke har path par aayenge kuchh pal meethe, kuchh pheeke..

Jab jab Alice rabbit hole se baahar aayi...

Ho gayi thodi aur sayaani..

Le aayi woh saath, niraali phir se koi aur kahaani...

पारिजात

मखमल सा,

फूलों के गुच्छे सा नन्हा हाथ
सुन्दर जैसे पारिजात

चन्दन सा मन, ह्रदय विराट
सूरज सा दिव्य ललाट

वह पारिजात

जब फूटा अंकुर आँगन में
ज्योति ,सुगंध थी दिग दिगंत
सब के जीवन का आदि अंत

वह पारिजात

मैंने जब जब देखा उसको
सोचा कैसे उसको सींच सकूँ

अंकुर वह वृक्ष बने मेरा
फिर अंक में उसको भींच सकूँ

वह नवजीवन का शुभ प्रभात
मैं काली रात

वह पारिजात

पर शिरा में जिसकी विष दौड़े
वह क्या सींचे क्या खाद बने

कितना चाहे पानी बनना
अम्ल - पीड़ा, विषाद, आघात बने

मेरे आघाती प्रेमपाश ने किया बड़ा विश्वासघात
मैं अग्नि और वह अग्निजात

वह पारिजात

धो दिए अम्ल ने सारे माथे के बोसे, बस अकस्मात्

वह पारिजात

निधि यशा
16-06-2020

Into the spangled night...

Dearest one…

I see you growing tender wings….

Your little heart leaping…as the monsoon sings….

Dreams of open skies..

in your little wide eyes…..

Let not your heart be filled with doubt,

when I’d withdraw the finger you once so tightly clutched…

and urge you to fall and rise…

It will be soon, so soon my love…

you will take a solitary flight..

into the spangled night…

and soar high like a silver dove….

As the storms howl…

And the clouds eclipse the sun….

Let me urge you to dance to the frenzied drums of rain….

with reckless abandon….

And not be dismayed…

Through both storm and shade…

let no one tell you…

Which corner of the sky or land you must call your own….

or venture or not, to mountains, oceans, valleys…

still unknown…

Celebrate the meaty arm, the skinned elbow, the voluptuous bosom….and the mighty heart…

The sweaty brow, the jellied knees, fear, and love, and anxious anticipation…

Coming together, and growing apart…

Of all the books you read……do discern...

and learn, 
if you can, with tenderness,

to read the codes written on tired

human faces…

But strengthen your arms enough, my love, to rescue

a boat or two from mire, and row them places….

Be not perfect, for how unnatural it is to adhere, and curl up in a mould…

Let go, and sing your songs…with nothing to withhold…

Time will not be kind…

It does not one moment, rewind…

Your mother’s fond face will wrinkle, her youth will one day betray…

Your magic wand won’t cast a spell……. and have in place, time stay….

But once you’ve made friends, with the earth, the mountains, the ocean and the sky,

Forever will I be, the wind beneath your wings,

every time you fly..

-Mum

Nidhi Yasha

25^th June, 2020

चाँद को रोज़ शब्

चाँद को रोज़ शब् पारा पारा..
अपनी शम्मा में जल के मोम सा घटता देखा..

परीशान तुझको अपने साये से,
दो कदम पास आ के दस कदम हटता देखा ..

यूँ ही बिखरे थे हरसु लाख बरस...
आज उन सब को बस एक ख़त में सिमटता देखा...

वक़्त की राख के कुछ अनजले अरमानों को...
काली रातों में जुगनू सा थिरकता देखा ...

ख़ूब रोया था वो, दरिया था मगर,
बहते रहना था उसे बारहा बँटता देखा ...

इक चराग़ मैंने जलाया जो इक अमावस रात,
अक्स को अपने आईने से कटता देखा ...

एक अरसा बीत गया जब से मैंने फागुन में
बिजलियाँ गिरती देखीं आसमान फटता देखा ...

जब बहा ले गया आशियाने के टुकड़े सैलाब,
आँख मिलते उसकी कश्ती को पलटता देखा ...

बड़ा सुकून था उस गरीब से मोहल्ले में..
एक बच्चे को जहां आयतें रटता देखा...

जब हुए दर्द से तर सोगवार रातों में ,
नीले तहमत का कोना नन्ही ऊँगली में लिपटता देखा..

Main ya meri tishnagi...

Chaar panney, ik kitaab. kuchh siyahi, kuchh sharaab...

Kalam ne bola kalaam....aur, utaare kuchh naqaab...

kaun hai zyada zaeef, main ya meri tishnagi......

ya ki ye afsurda raat, ya ki ye sookha ghulaab...

meri hasrat ke sirhaane, khat mein hai qismat meri...

hain waqa-t mujh mein nahi main padh sakoon uska jawaab....

shaam meri khidkiyon pe gaa ke guzraa ik faqeer.....

daaney daaney pe likha hai khaane waale ka hisaab....

Main toh bas jaltaa gayaa, jab aandhiyon ne dee hawaaa....

mat karo sajda mera yun... hans ke bola aaftaab.....

Adab-e-mehfil woh sikhaata hai mujhe aankhon se yun..

jyon kabhi usne sikhaayi badmijaazi behisaab.....

Ya shifa ya maut ho, par intehaa ho marz ki...

ab nahi ho intezaar- e - zeest, na neendein kharaab.... 

Its not love that captures...

Let me turn you into music....or poetry if I may...

Let me turn to art, this perfect disarray....

let me own a piece of you...and yet not ever have to ask..

and seize that fleeting moment, when you and I unmask...

Caught in time, yet timeless, in a stroke of brush or ink...

let me entrap desire, and keep it from the brink..

and yet never flinch a tad...nor heave a chagrined sigh....

not even confront again, the skies that heard us cry...

Love suffers and endures, love also changes form...

Love seldom does demand...but often questions norm..

If love it was, then it shall be, more love to let you be....

For its not love that captures, but that which sets you free.....