Pinjar
Kagaz, ek pinjar, jo humari is nayaab zindagi k beshqeemati palon ko qaid karne k kaam aata hai.
Aur hum shikari, apni hee zindagi ke.
Kitna ajab hai yeh sab
pata nahin kyon qaid karte hain hum in palon ko... shayad is dar se k yeh ud na jaayein
waqai mein zindagi ka har pal ek panchi ki tarah hota hai. pata nahin kab ud jaaye
in par qaabu paane ka ek hee tareeqa tha, inhe qaid kar lena
aur hamesha ki tarah aadami ne inke liye bhi pinjar khoj dala
jaise jaise waqt gujra, pinjar ki shaql badli, qaid karne k naye tareeqe ijaad huey
par panchi aaj bhi wohi hain, humari zindagi k pal
yeh pinjar humari taaqat ka mukhtaar nahin hai balkeh humari bebasi ka jeeta jagta suboot hai
bebasi zindagi k palon k aage jinhe hum qaid to kar paate hain par riha nahin
pinjar mein band un palon ko ya to hum nihaar sakte hai ya phir pinjar samaet unhe mita saqte hain
Kalam, is pinjar ki woh chaabi jo isme panchiyon ko qaid karne k kaam aati hai
Mujhe talaash hai us chaabi ki jo in behisaab panchiyon ko azaad kar sake
aur inko humari zindagi ka wapas hissa bana sake
Aur hum shikari, apni hee zindagi ke.
Kitna ajab hai yeh sab
pata nahin kyon qaid karte hain hum in palon ko... shayad is dar se k yeh ud na jaayein
waqai mein zindagi ka har pal ek panchi ki tarah hota hai. pata nahin kab ud jaaye
in par qaabu paane ka ek hee tareeqa tha, inhe qaid kar lena
aur hamesha ki tarah aadami ne inke liye bhi pinjar khoj dala
jaise jaise waqt gujra, pinjar ki shaql badli, qaid karne k naye tareeqe ijaad huey
par panchi aaj bhi wohi hain, humari zindagi k pal
yeh pinjar humari taaqat ka mukhtaar nahin hai balkeh humari bebasi ka jeeta jagta suboot hai
bebasi zindagi k palon k aage jinhe hum qaid to kar paate hain par riha nahin
pinjar mein band un palon ko ya to hum nihaar sakte hai ya phir pinjar samaet unhe mita saqte hain
Kalam, is pinjar ki woh chaabi jo isme panchiyon ko qaid karne k kaam aati hai
Mujhe talaash hai us chaabi ki jo in behisaab panchiyon ko azaad kar sake
aur inko humari zindagi ka wapas hissa bana sake
posted by parwana at 11:10 AM
1 Comments:
about how the write up is, i've already commented, now comments over its contents..
We capture those words, inscribe them on paper through our pens, but y'know, those piles of paper? no one ever reads them, it's good to write them and burn them, nothing bad in writing. Rather, when we write, we just try to express in words all those things, which otherwise stays lingering around us. The birds should be let free, those moments gone should be left behind, and should not be tried to "erased", because the more we'll try to erase them, the more we'll move into them, and the more they will capture us. It's better to become the travelers, to let them go, and then, may be years after, if we ever get time, and we glance back at them, we will see them lying in our past, glimmering, or dull, laughing or crying.. whatever they be, they'd be there, but they would be free. Because we aren't arrying them with us, we've just let them loose... Things are always beautiful in our memories, they become ugly when we try to bring them in our present. Do read few of my posts at my blog.. because they too revolve around smthing similar, though my reason is different from yours. It's all in freedom, it's all in how free our soul's are, and how closer we're to the forces, to the existence, rather than dwelling inside our 5 or 6 foot tall structures. do read the post entitled "not worth reading" or in front of time, at my blog... it's just about all this:):) vaise, nice composition, and I guess I've uttered a lot, tc, ks :):)
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