एक और कहानी

उस कमरे में एक अरसे से रात ठहरी थी

वो कही नहीं जाती

बस वहीं एक कोने में सिमट के पड़ी थी

बिखरी सी सिमटी थी

माँ जैसे करीने से कपड़ो की तह लगाती थी

वैसे ही उसका आँचल पड़ा था

रात का आँचल ओढ़े वो रौशनी की सेंध लगाती थी

एक अरसे से रौशनी को ढूंढते

उसने उस ठहरी रात से दोस्ती कर ली ।

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“हम अपना महल यहाँ बनाएँगे।”
“पर भाई, यहाँ पानी आएगा तो महल बह जाएगा।”
“अरे हम पानी पे ही तो महल बना रहे हैं।”
“पानी पे महल!”
“और नहीं तो क्या। हमारा महल पानी के बीच होगा। सबसे अलग, सबसे अनोखा।”
“पर अगर महल बह गया तो?”
“और अगर नहीं बहा तो? अरे तू ज्यादा सोच मत। अगर बह गया तो हम फिर से दूसरा बना लेंगे।”
“और अगर नहीं बहा तो हमारा महल सबसे अनोखा होगा ना?”
“हाँ, सबसे अनोखा, सबसे सुन्दर।”
“पर बह गया तो कितनी मेहनत बेकार हो जाएगी।”
“अरे जब तक बनायेंगे नहीं तो पता कैसे चलेगा।”

वापसी

वो उस शाम से लौटी है
जब काँपते हुए, झरोखे में खड़ी थी,
वो उस शाम से लौटी है
जब मन से बरसात में भीगी थी।

जब बारिश की बूँदों से
उसने अपने आंसुओं को भिगोया था
हाथों को फैलाकर 
किन्ही मोतियों को बटोरा था।

नंगे पैरों की उँगलियों को
ठण्ड से सिकोड़ती थी
अपने हाथों से ही
खुद को जकड़ती थी।

नन्ही बूँदों को 
नन्ही आँखों से निहारा था
फिर आँखों को टिमटिमा कर
किन्ही सपनो को झकझोरा।था

पेड़ों की डालियों पे लटकते,
सरसराते पत्तों की तरह
मुस्कुराहटें घोली थी उसने हवाओं में 
अज़ान के कलामों की तरह

एक अरसा हो गया आज
उन मुस्कुराहटों को
उन पेड़ो से गुज़रती हवाओं को
ज़मीं पे बिखरी घटाओं को ।

रुकी थी की कभी तो
उस शाम को वापस वो लाएगी
उन बिखरते मोतियों से
आँखों के सपने फिर सजाएगी।

इंतज़ार की उम्र जब हो चली
वो शाम तो आयी नहीं
तो अपने सपने समेटकर
वो उस शाम से लौट आयी।

रानी vs. Hollow Man

ये बात नई नहीं…
ये बात पुरानी है…
बहुत साल पहले जो पप्पू पेजर थी
आज वो sentiयापे की रानी है…

कुछ हुआ यूँ उस के साथ एक दिन…
आजमाया हाथ humor पे उसने कुछ सोचे बिन…
बड़े नाज़ से चिपका दिया उसको blog पे ..
लोगो को कहा पढने को poke कर कर के…

कोई hollow man इस हरकत से बिफर गया…
रानी की poke poke से सिहर गया…
भड़ास की लौ तो जल रही थी in his दिल्ली…
कर दिया comment उसने भी instantly…

रानी ने पढके comment गुर्राया..
लगा मानो रानी पे चढ़ा माता का साया…
नाक ऊँची कर कह दिया उसने कुछ rash…
सबके सामने hollow man को कर दिया उसने bash…

hollow man के sidekick ने भी किया प्रहार
रानी के गुरूर पे किया बार बार वार…
hollow man ने भी की थी तेयारी…
औकात दिखा के रानी को निकली अपनी भड़ास सारी…

रानी ने फिर सोचा की ये क्या हो रहा है…
क्यूँ उसके top floor का balance kho रहा है…
किया दिल बड़ा, गलती उसने मानी…
hollow man को कहा भाई हम है peaceful प्राणी…

hollow man का तो कोई पता न था…
अपनी रानी को अब कोई गिला न था…
goodnight कहके निकली भड़ासगंज से…
सो गई वो after brushing teeth मंजन से…

सिखा उसने एक और अच्छा lesson…
winning is not keeping argument in session…
wise वो है जो समझे अपनी गलती…
आलोचकों को नम्रता से करे जो कल्टी…

तुम्हारे दिल तक पहुंचे, मिलता नहीं कोई ऐसा रास्ता,
अब तो लगता है इस शहर से भी छूट चूका है वास्ता,
हर कदम पे अपने साए के साथ तुम्हारी परछाई ढूंढते हैं ,
कुछ अजनबी गलियों में तुम्हारी यादों को ढूंढते हैं,
पैरों के नीचे चरमराते सूखे पत्तो पर से  रहे हैं गुज़र,
एक बियाबान खँडहर सा लगता है अब ये शहर,
एक प्यास अनबुझी सी रह गई है इस रूह की,
अब तो उसको बुझाने की कोशिश भी बंद कर दी,
बस अपने ही जलाए एक आग में जल रहे हैं,
हर सांस के अंजाम  के इंतज़ार में पल रहे हैं I

बस यूँ ही – A Compilation

Compilation of few hindi lines written by me over time. 



1) कुछ ख्वाहिशें इस नादान दिल की

ऐसी हो जाती है

साँसे थम जाती है और बस धड़कने रह जाती है.



2) इधर कश्तीयाँ काग़ज़ की बारिश क पानी में उतार क खुश हो रहे थे वो,

उधर अपने ही माझी ने कर दिया था दर किनार उन्हे.



3) चाँदनी भी चाँद से डरने लगे,

अश्क भी चिल्लाने लगे जिन सन्नाटो में

उस गम की रात से ज़्यादा स्याह क्या होगी,

जब पत्थर दिल भी पिघलने लगे सिरहानो में.



4) एक दिल है, टूटा सा पर फिर भी चलता है.


एक शोला है बुझा सा फिर भी जलता है




5) कभी घर का आँगन ही अपना जहाँ होता था,

अब तो आसमान भी कम पड़ता है उड़ानो के लिए



6) धड़कनो का जब वजूद ही ना रहा,

अब मौत ही अहम लगती है.

इस तरह मेरी परछाई ने साथ छोड़ा,

के अब ज़िंदगी भी वेहम लगती है.



7) तन्हा सफ़र कर रहे थे,

हमसफ़र मिल गया था.

आगे बढ़े साथ तो लगा,

रास्ता हमारा जुड़ गया था.

दो राह जो आई,

साथ निभा ना पाए,

जुदा हुए कुछ यूँ,

जैसे वो अजनबी पराया था.



8) एक रंग है तेरा, एक रंग है मेरा,

तुझे तेरा रंग सुहाता,

मैं अपने रंग में रमी,

ना रंग तू मुझे अपना रंग,

ना मैं तुझे रंगू.

बस अपने ही रंगो में 

दोनो मिल के रह जायें.



9) आज फिर तेरी याद आई,

नींद भारी आँखें जाग गई,

सीने में जो दर्द रहा

उसके होने का एहसास हुआ

कुछ बातें,

कुछ मुलाक़ाते,

और वो सारी अनगिनत यादें

दिल में संजोए

जी रहे है हम,

हर साँस में

दर्द का घूँट

पी रहे है हम.

किया हमने ही तुझे रुसवा,

खुद को भी रुसवा कर दिया

मोहब्बत की जो कस्में थी,

ज़ार ज़ार कर तोड़ दिया.

आज अश्क सूखे से हैं,

आँखों में नींद नही,

मेरा दिल तो तेरे पास था

मेरे पास अब कुछ भी नही.



10) खुदा माना उससे,

उसके दर पर हर रोज़ सजदे किए,

कुछ यूँ मूह फेरा उसने मुझसे

की सारी खुदाई खिलाफ मेरे हो चली…



11) तन्हाई सौगात सी लगती है,

रुसवाई आबाद सी लगती है..

उसकी जफ़ा का वो था अंदाज़..

की अपनी वफ़ा बर्बाद सी लगती है



12) हमारे इश्क़ का कुछ यूँ था सिलसिला,

के ज़माना सब कुछ जान गया,

बस उन्हे ही ना पता चला.



13) उनके इश्क में पाए हर ग़म को शिद्दत से निभाएँगे

उनकी अदायों पे सजदा अपनी साँसों को कर जाएँगे.



14) इश्क़ को लोग अक्सर जुनून का नाम दे देते है…

भूल जाते हैं की ये जुनून नही एक शिद्दत भारी इबादत है…



15) तुम्हे याद करें भी तो किस घड़ी करें…

याद करने के लए तुम्हे भूलना ज़रूरी है…



16) दुआ में रखेंगे अब तुम्हे हम…

ख्वाबों क परिंदों को अब एक नये आकाश की तलाश है…



17) जो अल्फ़ाज़ अनकहे हैं…

उन्हे अधूरे ही रहने दो…

अब वक्त हो चला है…

एक नयी नज़्म लिखी जाए…



18) वो होंगे चंद अल्फ़ाज़, बेशक आपके लए…

हमने तो एक उम्र बसर कर दी उनके सहारे..

Micro Fiction #9

A letter to the known UNKNOWN
Dear Dear You,
I don’t know how to start, hope you are doing fine as you did when we shared those lovely moments. I wonder if you are okay. Not hearing from you has to be the worst feelings I have ever had.
You used to say “Fill yourself up on the things around you. Until you’re bursting.  And then let them lose upon the page.” I am trying my best to do the same by writing them down day by day, events by events as and when they pass.
There are times when I dream you messages. I write a poem, sing a song…  I write you note in brainwaves and send them every time I blink twice… send you various good vibes. I wonder if you ever get them. If you don’t, be still for a moment, take a deep breath, plug in and simply reach out and catch something… it’s sure to be positive.
I desire for more alone time, to travel, to discover, to mystify myself. I feel I am so near but yet miles apart to find it. I know something very BIG is going to happen in my life, but I don’t know what, when and how. I just know it’s a feeling. I accept the unknown. And I embrace it.
I hope you get what you want or you want something new. I hope you appreciate how you feel now when you start to feel differently. I hope you spend your time with someone you love, even it’s just you.
I wish you beautiful meaningful moments. Cherish every single split second. They are so precious. And so are you.
Remember somewhere; someone still knows the words to the songs you still sing.
Love always,
Me*
@err_fun



Ephemera

“One day, Honey, You shall miss me”. Never did she forget these words coined by her beloved friend. Friend? Yes, because, she didn’t realize the gravity of those ill-fated tidingses then. Every time, they were together, he involuntarily uttered those precious-three-words, only to fall on deaf ears. She was way too happy to comprehend the relationship they had. Let it be dejection, elation or something of that sort, she knew exactly whom to call. He was always there and why wouldn’t he be! He was deeply in love with his best buddy, her.

Sometimes, things are taken for granted and people often fail to see the obvious picture around them. Later in life, when memories storm up their brains, those are the primary cause of perturbation. She always thought about him as a good friend and nothing more than that. He accepted the fact, one day and was enroute to the phase called, ‘moving on’. The more un-nerving part was when he hugged her and felt her imaginary hands holding him tight towards her. These half-hugs, sort of lead him to live a precarious life. Life had no meaning for him then, he preferred ending it. Even today, when she is hugged by her husband, she dares not hug him in return as she is buried down her own guilt of failing to do so in the past. She was a live-corpse then. She hardly smiled, missed him but never testified.Never!

@JoeConjures



Hidden tears
Her eyes were so full of love. She was standing there looking at him from a distance. She couldn’t stop her smile. That smile reached her eyes and they were shining so brightly. She couldn’t control her happiness on seeing him. After so long she had been seeing him. She wanted to go run and hug him and tell him ” I love you.. from always.. still ..forever.”

He was right in front of her. She could see the same look in his eyes. Distant. Dreamy. In love. Happy eyes. That smile. She loved him she just did. She moved ahead but then stopped in between. She realized he was busy talking to someone. He hadn’t even noticed her standing there. That look she realized was not because of her. He loves someone else. She wasn’t the one.

Slapped back to reality she thought ” She is stupid. Where was she heading to?” Its been such a long time that passed by. She put on her glares to hide the tears. Put on a fake smile so no one would notice. Turned around and kept walking and walking.

@Brownie_Eyes
Blog : http://spreadsmileandlivelife.blogspot.in/

A Dish best served Cold

His Facebook status update showed he was in her city. That city which had seen their friendship blossoming into love. That city which had also seen betrayal killing their love. That city which had been the graveyard of memories, broken promises & tears. Time had passed but healed nothing. She was still carrying the shards of her broken dreams. But this news made her eyes glint & put a spring in her step. She would see him. Surely he wouldn’t deny. After all he was the one who wanted to remain “friends”.

She called him up. After some small talk, with apprehension, she invited him for dinner. He wanted to take her out but she insisted on cooking for him. It did not take much insistence as he always was fan of her cooking skills. And the day arrived. The table was laid with all his favourite dishes. The dinner was peppered with conversations & reminiscences. It was an evening to remember! Finally she got his favourite dish out, Butterscotch Icecream, topped with loads of chocolate sauce. It was a joy to see him relish the ice cream. This is how she wanted him to remember. This is how she wanted them to stay forever.

Next day, the local newspaper lay at her doorstep. The headlines screamed. A couple found dead in a flat. Half eaten ice cream dishes found on the dining table. Police are investigating whether it is a case of Suicide or Murder.

@MirchiLaddoo



And… special contribution this week is…


The Turning Point

Change is constant, and hardly any one has control over it. But this girl, who was in her highly ambitious adolescence,  she thought that she had the power and control over her Life and the changes that were going to take place in her life. According to her She was the dictator of her future and her life. This bubbly, full of energy, charismatic and aspiring medical professional has just entered her 18th year of journey around the Sun on this planet Earth. 

She was adored by some and envied by others for her liveliness. She was a perfect happy go lucky creature who believed in living life to the fullest. She was the child who was the pride of her parents. She was a role model for her fellow medical students on how to live life. She loved her life and her dreams to the fullest. Her only aim was to serve the humanity in the field of medics.
It was a fine Sunday morning, the weather was almost about to take its change from bright Summer to the most awaited monsoons that the planet needed. She woke up to beautiful voice of nightingale, with the cool breeze caressing her face as if welcoming her to the new bright day with yet another eventful chapter to be created in the diary of her life. She was forced to take the daily shower by her Mom, who had a suspicious smile hiding in her  literally glowing face; she could guess it that her mom was hiding something but ignored and went merrily as usual with high pitch bathroom singing. In the midst of her bath, Mom asked her to come out fast. In a haste she came out with water dripping from her long tresses like the dew drops falling from the leaf early in the morning, and with the purest of smile she asked her Mom what the matter was. Her Mom told her that few guests were there to visit them and asked her to get dressed up and come out quickly.
As she entered hallway, her mother introduced her to an elderly couple and two gentlemen. Suddenly, outside the monsoon made its violent approach ever it could with heavy thunderstorm and sudden downpour… And suddenly it was as if her life had changed its course.

@Cadburry_girl_



And other commendable contributions though not exactly Micro Fiction are…


I’m an average guy!
He doesn’t go to extremes..
He’s not the man of your dreams…
Not saying that cuz he’s self-deprecating..
Just the truth it is, that i am repeating…
But let me tell you something about averages..
They stay with you longer than boys on stages…
The average guy won’t have a million fans..
But he sure knows how to hold you..how to dance…
No, he isn’t something from your dreams..something fantastic..
But he will be there when you’re not well..or simply feel sick…
Don’t underestimate the average guy, for you never know..
He can make you happy with his average arrow..his average bow…
He won’t get jealous..he won’t make you so..
He has other average things that make him go…
The average guy..he’s a useful chap..
Not too strong, not too weak, but just makes the gap…
He is the one you want, if you want stability..
Happiness, that is average..average his ability…
No one takes pride in being the average guy today..
So just wrote something, to spread what he’d to say..! 🙂
@b_aqua_s_writer
Blog: http://www.aquaguy.blogspot.in

“ट्विट्टर के कीड़े”
आज के युग में वैज्ञानिको ने कीट पतंगों के साथ साथ एक बिलकुल नए कीड़े की खोज की हैं! इनका सम्बन्ध ट्विट्टर के साथ हैं अतः इन्हें ट्विट्टर के कीड़े कहा जाता हैं!
प्राप्ति स्थान:- यह कीड़े प्राय गर्मियों में प्रकृति की शांत गोद में, बागों में, पेड़ों की छांया में, घर की छतो पर तथा सर्दियों में बंद घरों के कोनो में ट्वीट करते हुए पाए जाते हैं! ये कीड़े पूरी रात जागते हैं!
उत्पत्ति विधि:- इन्टरनेट तथा सोशल नेटवर्किंग नामक उत्प्रेरको के साथ तीव्र ट्वीट क्रिया करने पर यह कीड़े प्राप्त होते हैं!
                       इन्टरनेट + सोशल नेटवर्किंग + ट्वीट क्रिया ——> ट्विट्टर के कीड़े

भौतिक गुण:- इनका रंग साधारणतया पीला, आँखें अन्दर को धंसी हुई, छुपी तथा स्वभाव चिंताजनक पाया जाता हैं!
रासायनिक गुण:- यदि इन ट्विट्टर के कीड़ों को अधिक वायुमंडलीय दबाव पर लगभग ५ ग्राम हंसी मजाक के साथ ट्रोल किया जाए तो एक विशेष प्रकार के चिडचिडेपन की उत्पत्ति होती हैं!
                      ट्विट्टर के कीड़े + ५ ग्राम हंसी मजाक के साथ ट्रोल + वायुमंडलीय दबाव ——> चिडचिडापन

पहचान:- आँखें हमेशा मोबाइल या लैपटॉप की स्क्रीन पर चिपकी हुई, कुछ फैशन से बिलकुल दूर और कुछ उससे भरपूर, हर समय राजनीति, फिल्मों या खेल की बातें करना, समाज के निकट होते हुए भी ये समाज से अपरिचित होते हैं!

नोट: ये रचना मेरे द्वारा कुछ वर्षो पहले एक पत्रिका में पढ़ी गयी रचना से प्रेरित हैं!

@Aafat_Azzay

 Blog: http://www.aafat-azzay.blogspot.com



Micro Fiction VII

Note: There is going to be a break for Micro Fiction for 3 weeks. Please to bear with the inconvenience. However you can send in your contribution to islejazz@gmail.com and it will be duly published when I am back from the break. Thanks for your patience and time.



The Interval

Sometimes beautiful things come into our lives out of nowhere. We can’t always understand them, but we have to trust in them. He used to feel like nobody when alone or in crowd, but with her around he had an identity of being somebody meaningful. Her laughter was the only question he wanted to be an answer for. And, his dream was one day he will have a world where she will wake up beside him every day. She will honor him like her King and he will equally honor her like her Queen.

With the concept of “the more two people meet together the more familiar they become”, he started to encourage his moves towards her to show his appreciations towards her and how she meant a world to her. The best day of his life was the one on which he decided to propose. It was an amazing journey he was experiencing it seems. This is the day his life really started to begin. 

He was all set, white shirt nicely tucked in gray trousers the colors she loved, boots well polished for the first time in many months as long as he could remember. A wide grin, expressing his happiness all around, the birds were chirping beautiful hymn, butterflies of all warmth passing by. The stage was perfectly set. He approached her and greeted with a wide smile, she was extremely overjoyed with a first look at him. And, he started his move to say… “I need to talk to you, it’s something important…” halfway through his statement the phone rang. She had to abruptly stop him to pick an important call, she set aside a few distance from him  making him restless as each second was like a year passed by. Her finishing word on the phone call was “Yes, Yes, yes.” was all he heard from that distance. She seemed happy and came running towards him and hugged him. He replied “What happened why you seem to be so happy…” She replied to him “He proposed me… and I said Yes to him, and you are the first one to know…” 

Even today, when someone abruptly walks away from his conversation for few seconds, he doesn’t know what it is called, the spaces between seconds – but he think of her always in those intervals.

@err_fun
Blog: http://irfankazi.posterous.com/




She Walked to Conquer

“She walked for herself from others. The path till now was trecherous. The option was there earlier to choose, but she didn’t. The independence of chasing the dream alone was something she wanted to do. She new the time has come.

Freedom had a breath of fresh air. She was tired of being accepted on the basis of others presumptions. She knew she had to walk that extra mile, for this might be the last chance she has.

She was always looked down upon like a thrash. She never complained because she wanted to be accepted. She preferred to be hated for the right reason than to be appreciated for the wrong reason.”


@pkperception


No Promises

He entered the class. She looked up and at that very instant she felt some long lost bond.
She ignored as a mere thought. After an year when they became best friends she remembered the intution she got. 

She sensed something more than friendship. She kept it hidden knowing it would lead nowhere. She couldn’t give him a life long love. She didn’t want to be responsible for a broken heart. 

A night came. He said was their friendship a bit more? She couldn’t control and confessed but said No promises.

He accepted love for her with No promises. They were in a different world. Excited. Happy.Elated. Belonged. 

They were their for each other in their worst times helping the other through it. Their Love saw no boundaries.

An year passed by like seconds..

The time had come. She had to bid goodbye. She had a decision to make. Love or parents?! She chose the one who gave her Life but leaving her life behind. Sad she was. Lost she was.

She was breaking a heart. Making someone fall apart. He respected her choice and reminded her, No promises was what she first had said. She had given him no false hope. She had showed him what was true love. 

Now all their happiness was the other one’s Smile. They hugged and parted with a Smile. 
Promising for the first time the other to stay Happy.Time passed by.. Memories flashed by.. Some pain came by.. No promises was what they remebered.. 

The only promise was a Promise to Smile 🙂

@Brownie_Eyes



His Patience

He was shattered. His girlfriend gave up on him. His parents weren’t satisfied with his performance. His friends just left him from everywhere. He was just alone surviving on Faith that one day everyone might just realize that he had his own reasons. He didn’t try and prove because it was impossible to prove to everyone. He just went with the flow of Life and his Hope never left him and nor did he lose hope.

Today he has a million friends. His parents are proud to have him as their son. His girlfriend came back to apologize to him. He is calm and he accepted everybody back because he was unique. He wasn’t the same as everybody was. Today he knew the value of being needed. When he needed nobody was there so he realized that how it feels and today he thinks of everyone that though they are selfish and need him so they are with him, he has his responsibilities to be with them. He just has to reply to the Supreme who was always there with him, is and will always remain. Peace.

@Gods_Evangelos



And then there is hope …..

 She was surrounded by criticisms … By people who only shrugged her …
 By people who never respected her .. By people who never saw her worth …
 By people who never loved her…
 By people who made her miserable …

 Yes she started believing she was mad .. Ugly … Worthless !

 She saw the light of wisdom…
 She learnt that there is hope …
 She loved herself …
 She hugged herself …
 She patted her back ..

 Love flowed …
 Friends noticed her worth …
 They noticed her beauty within …
 They noticed her SELF..

 She filled with all in gratitude …
 She became all forgiving …
 She turned all compassionate ..
 She understood all the love …
 She transformed into a beauty ..!

 And then the world was hers
 As much as she was of the world


@GuruMaata


Philia 

He waited for her to be there. Rains had made it sure that he was drenched to the core. The tree branches were the only shade to his rescue. By the road, he could see a girl wearing a T-shirt that bore her initial letter. A retail shop besides had her name too. On a tree, he could find a bill pasted that read, ‘blah blah blah, contact: ‘her name’’. He believed the signs were to prop him for the thing he wished to commit for days. Considering all these as cues, he thought of telling her the obvious today.

She arrived late, as usual. Nah, she hardly wore make up, it was her forte to not be on time and spread sunshine. She was his love for life. The moment she was there, a wide smile greeted him asking, ‘What’s with your hair? Your choice is so weird.’ He knew, this was it, so he held her hand, took deep breathes and exclaimed, ‘You, are my Choice.’ She paused for seconds and then laughed her heart out, giving a mild jerk to the hand, she replied, ‘Enough Buddy, we are getting late for the tuitions, we shall resume the game when we return.’ He could just smile and accompany her… Best Friends, they were. Oopps, are. 

@JoeConjures
Blog: http://shailthorat.blogspot.in/


Saath

उसकी आँखें कुछ कहती थी, पर क्या ये वो आज तक समझ नही पाया था. साहिल किनारे बैठ के समंदर की लहरों की हवा जो सुकून पहुँचाती थी कुछ वैसा ही सुकून उसकी हाँसी की खनखनाहट में था.  उसकी हर एक हरकत उसके दिल में उतरी हुई थी. उसकी हल्की सी आहट उसके दिल की धड़कने बढ़ा जाती थी. कुछ ऐसा ही असर था उसका. वो अल्हड़ सी थी. दुनिया से बेफ़िक्र वो एक मचलती, शोर मचाती नदी की तरह बहे जा रही थी. उससे तो ये तक खबर ना थी की वो उसके इस बहाव में किस तरह डूब चुका था और उसी के साथ बहा जारहा था. एक नशा सा था इस बहाव में जिसमे डूब कर वो अपने आप को जन्नत के करीब महसूस करता था. उसका साथ उसके लए जन्नत से कम नही था. इस साथ को वो क्या नाम दे ये अब तक उसे समझ नही आया था, क्योंकि उसकी आँखें क्या कहती थी ये वो आज तक समझ नही पाया था.

@islejazz

अनकही

एक अधूरी सी उदासी है,
कुछ सूखे से आँसू हैं.
एक दिल टूटा सा है,
कुछ अनकहे जज़्बात हैं.

दूसरों की आँखों
में चमकते सपने है,
मेरी पलकों पे
कुछ टूटे ख्वाब हैं,

एक अनचाहा एहसास है,
दिल में मचलती एक प्यास है,
छूटा एक रिश्ता है,
बस एक सिसकता सन्नाटा है.

उस राह को तकते है,
वीरान जो बरसो से है,
बुझा हुआ दिल का दिया है,
फिर भी बाती जलती है.

हर साँस खोखली सी है,
धड़कने बज़ुबान है,
रोशनी के परवाने जो है,
अंधेरो में महफूज़ है.

Khwab – Micro Fiction

 ख्वाब


उसने कभी उससे कहा ही नहीं की वो उसके बारे में क्या सोचती थी. एक अलग ही दुनिया बना रखी थी उसने अपने ख्वाबों की. उस दुनिया में वो उससे बेहद प्यार करता था. पर असलियत में वो उसका था ही नही. उसकी किस्मत में सिर्फ़ ख्वाब लिखे थे और जो उसके ख्वाबों में था, वो अपने ख्वाब जी रहा था.




She Lived In Her Dreams…. He Lived His Dream !


She never conveyed what she felt for him. She lived in a different world. The world of her dreams that she had created for herself. In that world he was deeply in love with her. But in reality he didn’t belong to her. He belonged to someone else. She had fated herself to live in her dream world. And the one who lived in her dream world was living his dreams.