ek laDki

gulab chehre pe muskurahat
chamakti aankhon mein shokh jazbe
wo jab bhi college ki sidhiyon se
saheliyon ko liye utarti
to aise lagta tha jaise dil mein utar rahi ho
kuchh is tayaqqun se baat karti thi jaise duniya
usi ki aankhon se dekhti ho
wo apne raste mein dil bichhati hui nigahon se hans ke kahti
tumhaare jaise bahut se ladkon se main ye baaten
bahut se barson se sun rahi hun
main sahilon ki hawa hun nile samundaron ke liye bani hun
wo sahilon ki hawa si ladki
jo rah chalti to aise lagta tha jaise dil mein utar rahi ho
wo kal mili to usi tarah thi
chamakti aankhon mein shokh jazbe gulab chehre pe muskurahat
ki jaise chandi pighal rahi ho
magar jo boli to us ke lahje mein wo thakan thi
ki jaise sadiyon se dasht-e-zulmat mein chal rahi ho

an-kahi

roz jab subh ko
apne ghar se nikalta hua
raste mein koi dost mil jae
ya jaan pahchan wala
main badi garm-joshi se us ki taraf
badh ke jata hun main
aadab karta hun
aur muskuraata bhi hun
jaise main aaj ke din
bahut khush hun
aur ghar pe sab khairiyat hai
mujh ko har har qadam par
kai tarah ke log milte hain
jo unchi unchi dukanon par baithe hote hain
kai aise afrad
main jaanta hun wo kitne ghabi hain
magar kursiyon par date hain
unhen log
jhuk jhuk ke taslim karte hain
wo log jo un se behtar hain
tahzib-o-shaistagi
danish-o-agahi mein
magar is ko kya kijiye
un ki qismat mein wo khas kursi nahin hai
ki jis par koi maskhara baith jae
to us ko koi maskhara kah na pae
mujh ko mahsus hota hai
khud mere andar
koi baitha hua
kah raha hai
ji mein aata hai
un maskharon par hansun
khokhle aadmi jo bhi hain
un se kah dun ki tum khokhle ho
apni kursi pe baitha hua koi ahmaq
unt ki tarah se bilbilae
to kah dun ki kya bak rahe ho!

aage baDhne wale

aage badhne wale
badan ko kapdon par odhte
aur chhuriyan tez kar ke nikalte hain
bhid ko chir kar rasta banate
nakhunon se noch lete hain
libas aur izzaten-
surkh mirchon se har aankh ko andha kar dete hain
aur badh jate hain
raunat-bhari muskurahat ke sath
chikhte aur chup kara dete hain
sar-e-am raqs karte hain
aur gadiyan takra jati hain
ladke lad padte
mard, patlunen kas lete
aur budhe, tambaku mein
gud ki miqdar badha dete hain
koi mez un ke samne jama nahin rah sakta
aur koi mahfil
un ka dakhila rok nahin sakti
wo thokar se darwaza kholte hain
aur har kursi un ke liye khali ho jati hai
un ke dabdabe se
diwaron ke palastar ukhad jata hai
kaghaz, shor karna bhul jate hain
aur mausam, irada tabdil kar lete hain
aage badhne walon se panah mangte hain
un ke sath
darte hain
zamin par jhuk kar chalne wale
bojhal khamoshi se unhen dekhte
aur guzar jate hain
aage badhne wale nahin jaante
ki aage badha ja hi nahin sakta
phir bhi wo badhte hain
pahunch kar dam lete hain
be-hayai ki shiddat
aankhon mein
motiya utarne ki raftar tez kar deti hai
har tane ki chhaal
badan par an-mit kharashen chhod jati hai
phitkiri aur wezlin se chiknaya hua mas
haddiyon se hamesha juda nahin rah sakta
har badan aur har kursi ki
ek umr hua karti hai
aur phir hum unhen dekh sakte hain
ek din
lipte hue libas mein
khala ko ghurte hue
kisi nim-tarik nasheb mein
par-kate parinde ki tarah
mitti par lotte hue
aage badhne ki paiham koshish mein

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