By Jafar Rehman
Part 1: Six feet down A grave a sound A crying woman A mother maybe? Or a wife? Who else would grieve At this time? Who would remember This unmarked grave? Part 2: Wind blows with a hint of raindrops Enough to let you feel the water Leaves move away The veil has been lifted… Continue reading The end
Mere din raaton mai ghul gayeRaat ka maqsad hi khatam ho chala Gaflat mai padha mainRaat ko guzarta dekh gayaSubah ko maine Aasmano ke woh rang bhi dekhe Ghane baadlon ne din ko gher rakha thaPar na baarish thi na koi hawa thiEk andhera sa thaDin main bhi raat si thi Aur kuch isi tarahMere… Continue reading Maqsad
Itvaar ki woh dopharAur bimaari ka doosra dinMain thande sofe par Fhir bhi baitha rahaAakhir tum bhi poochoge kyun? Kyunki mujh main Himmat baaki nahi thiAndar kamre mai Jaakar letne kiDobara fhir sone ki Bahar dhoop jaa chuki thiSardi ki dhoop Rahegi bhi kab tak? Television chal raha thaJise main Idiot box kahun bhi Toh… Continue reading Itvaar ki woh dophar
Kuch tasveere mez par bikhri thi, Diary ke panno par Kuch alfaaz bhi usi tarah bikhre thePiyali bhari thi, Main bhi bhara sa thaTum kaha they, mujhe pata na thaThandi chai, thanda mausam Aur ek naya khali pannaMeri umeed ban gaye…
Kya yeh khoye hue log kabhi milte hai? Kya hota hai inka koi thikana? Woh jisko maine Dekha aaj haath failate hue Traffic signal par Kya woh ho sakta hai Ek khoya hua? Kya yeh khoye hue log milte hai kabhi? Bheed bazaro main Beech sadak par Ya fhir khali masjid Ye khali mandir main?… Continue reading Khoye Log
Sard raaton mai Tum syahi ki tarah Kuch ghul se gaye the Rang tumhara Halka toh hua tha Par woh nasha ab bhi tha Woh mehek gayi nahi thi Sard raaton mai Tum syahi ki tarah Kuch ghul se gaye the Maine chaha poochna tum se Par tum tez chale jaa rahe the Tumse kadam milana… Continue reading Raat
Chupke se aati Hai yeh yaad teri Bhare dine main Kahi jheeri se Aakar sama jaati hai Chukpe se aati Hai yeh yaad teri Mez par baithe Kaam karte waqt Chukpe se aati Hai yeh yaad teri Khana khate waqt
Is raat ke Andhere main Aao tum kabhi Chand ki roshni Ke neeche Saath baithkar Baat karenge Chai ke piyale Ki tarah sab Bikher denge Woh chupe raaz Aur saare darr Is raat ke Andhere main Aao tum kabhi
Un sardiyon ki raaton main Mere haath mai ek cigarette thi Aur tumhare haath mai chai ka cup Hum dono ek thele par baithe Andheri sunsaan raat mai Baate kar rahe the Kohre ke saath Hamare muh se dhuan nikal raha tha Us hisaab se toh Cigarette tum bhi pee rahi thi Maine haskar yeh… Continue reading Cigarette aur chai
woh puraani si kitaab tumhara intezaar karti hai us diary jisme tumne do saal pehle likha tha uske kaafi panne abhi bhi khali hai pukaar ti hai woh galiyaan tujhe jimne tune apni zindagi guzari woh puaarna makaaan woh chacha ki toffee ki dukaan aaj bhi wahi hai chacha ki umar hogayi hai ab lekin… Continue reading Woh Bachpan
