aakhiri panna

aari tirchhi murtiyan mitti ki
haathon ki aari tirchhi rekhaon par
rengti hai,girti hai,samhalti hai...

chhitraa hua maddham maddham akelapan
ahsaan rishton ka hota hai
jarjar shabdon ki buniyad par
tanha boond bhi aanhon me nahin thhaharta hai

har pahloo jeevan se jura
meri sans par hi tikta hai
kyun nahin koi faisla kabhi
mere hakk me bhi hota hai
ek kahani ban jati hai
na koi anjaam hota hai
bas intezaar ki syahi me likha
iska aakhiri panna hota hai

slouching life...............

Life is slithering off,sometimes smiling and sometimes displaying stubby vexations.Its wanton mood,wayword attitude and vagabond hopes are flitting me in the whirldwind of circumtances.The moments are being docked from my share of calculated breaths...and in return i m rewarded with willingness to accept my fallacies and shortcomings.There is a continuous and conscious desire to give life a new meaning ,to live life for a cause ,to let the thread of imagination unravel to outline the caricature of future.
A life with each day as challenging as as the only oppurtunities to fight death,as relaxing as a day out on picnic,as beautiful as the saffron sun going down the horizon,as curious as child s innocent inqusitive queries,as relaxing as pleasant ,somnolent afternoon,as cool as the first drop of water touching the thirsty lips,as warma as mother s lap and as true as the fact that i m alive.
Well this thought is none of the florid affairs of heart or any of the logical tangles of mind....and as life wobbles and makes a way for itself in the throng of forced situations,,it may get lost in brawl of emotions.
But oblivious of its contribution in my motives..it will always remain as the ultimate inspiration of my existence..............

tooti shakhen...

udasiyon ko samet kar
neend ke sirhaane late kar
apni aankho me band shahar
ko aankhen band kar taakti hun
un mehmaan lamhon ke asar me
sab bhoolna chahti hun

koi raasta jo hota mujhse shuru
to ruke kadmon se bhi us par chal parun
gulmohar kii daali se dhake ek ghar
ki khirkiyon se kohre ko hataana chahti hun

hisaab puraana hai mera zindagi se
kiston me saans lene ke byaaj chukane hai
gaathon se bhari ummid ki rassi se
gulmohar ki tooti shakhon ko baandh kar
us par sar rakh kar ab sona chahti hun...........

udhaar ke pal......

udhaar ke hai kuchh pal mere paas
yun katraa sansen milti hai.
fanaa ummidein mitti ki dher si
aangan me bikhri rahti hai

hai khalipan deewaron par
nal se pyaas ki boondein hi tapakti hai
sawera kab hua thha
siharti raat hi khidki se chhanti hai

do sard nistej aankhen
aur ek tasveer hai mere paas
darwaje ke chaukhat par sisakti hai
dam todti meri har aas

aane chahte ho mere ghar
chalne chahte ho mere saath
kahan tak.............??
dhuaan dhuaan si udasi
band galiyan hai har taraf
patthar ho jayengi aankhen tumhari
chhod do mujhe dekhna is tarah..................

me...........

nobody can judge or describe oneself ..as even conscience reflects a blurred image havng distortions of bias and nebulous self knwledge..well not making thngs tht cmplicatd...i m a simple gal with complex dreams...by simple i mean only d smplcity wid wich i chose my frnds....and simple desires of necessities n luxuries...going to hobbies...thre s d list of activities i indulge in...ranging 4m poetry..music...books..dance yoga..chatting.....then thre s always this never ending quest for sumthng and sum1 new and unaccmplshed....well..fship is just need of my survival...i m always dre 4 my frnds...i m sensitive gal and just refuse to accept d insensitivity of people 2wrds me...well dre s lot...lot ..n yet lot more...i m in d process of discovering myself...and u????????