Hai apna dil toh awara

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Mist Air…..

She was slowly diminished from his memory,

The words, the skin and all the roses red,

A century might have passed since I saw her,

He exclaimed while he strolled,

Her smell, her touch and oh god that beautiful hair,

Lost in the shadows among the unnamed,

She was still there,

But nowhere here,

They say time heals the worst of all scars,

She was his time and he was her mist air…….

Night

As the night slowly descends,

The ghosts of the past,

The mistakes, the lost and the smothered,

The boy scared to his deepest bones,

Prepares himself for them,

Those that have chased him for eternity,

Hopelessness, despair and plight,

Everynight they come,

Sometimes shrivels him in his sleep,

Sometimes drop him to the trenches deep,

The boy scared and lonely,

Closes his eyes and tell himself each day,

This all would be worth someday,

For the night is not eternal,

For the plight is not eternal…..

The Perfect Dish

How do you know this the perfect relationship?
The young asked the elder while they prepared the dinner.
This needs some more pepper,
The elder said as she tasted the soup,
Will you be a doll and pass me some? She had politely asked her,
You see dear,
Relationships are like cooking,
There  might be days you create something awful,
Or days when you feel like there’s nothing in the world quite like this,
Sometimes you might feel something is missing in your preparation,
Or you may feel that you overdid it,
But you see dear,
Every dish you make,
Every new recipe you try,
There would come a day,
You’ll find the best balance between all the ingredients in your dish,
Maybe it is too spicy for someone else’s liking,
Or too blant for some other,
But remember it is perfect for you,
The one that races your heart on fire,
The best drug of all time,
And calms the storms inside you,
Brings you home,
Makes you smile at the smallest of all things,
All at once,
Remember dear whenever this happens,
Its perfect for you,
But as all masterpieces take time and trust and respect and energy to build,
A dish requires the same,
We all are artists in some way or the other,
She smiled as she poured the soup in bowls,
Take this one to your grandfather,
She said,
He likes it hot,
She had smirked…..

लकड़ी

कुछ खुरदरी सी लहरें हैं ये,
कुछ लड़ती हुयी इनसे कश्ती ये,
साहिल की ख़्वाहिश लिए,
कभी साथी थी इसकी हवाएँ ख़ुशगवार,
कभी धोखे से जिन्होंने चाहा डुबाना,
एक झलक में रंग बदलते नाक़िस बादल,
ना जाने क्या था उस कश्ती में,
कुछ ने कहा इसकी लकड़ी है बेबाक़,
या शायद इसका कारीगर था कलाकार,
तभी तो यह कश्ती है आज तक बुलंद,
कश्ती सुन रही थी सब कुछ,
चुप थी,
शायद उसे भी पता था,
वो नहीं है लकड़ी या कारीगर जिसकी बदौलत वो है,
अंदर या बाहर,
यहाँ, वहाँ, सारा जहाँ,
फ़ौलाद लहू बनकर जब बहता है,
निसार करके ख़ुद को जब,
साहिल की ओर बढ़ते हैं क़दम,
क्या मजाल है किसी मक्कार फ़िज़ा की,
या समंदर आबाद,
डूबा दे हस्ती को मेरी,
लकड़ी तो फिर मिट जाती है मिट्टी में,
यह फ़ौलाद ही है जो सदियों मेरा हफ़ज़ा होगा..

नियत

ना जाने ख़ुदा से क्या रंजिश हुयी,
किस वक़्त, क्या समा हुयी,
जिस ख़ुदा को पाक मान लड़ी थी हीर राँझे के लिए,
उसी खुदा से मेरी यह नियत आज ख़फ़ा हुयी…….