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
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…
Raat ke kuch 11 baje honge use yaad aaya ki gaadi bahar khadi hai aur choriyaan badhti jaa rhi thi. Neend main behaal woh utha, chappal pehni aur chabhi utha kar bahar nikla. Darwaze ke us par ek choti si CFL jal rahi thi aur mausam thanda sa tha. Sardi ke aasar in dino ke… Continue reading Gullad ka Ped
Tumhare chehre par hasi to thi Par tumhari aankhen kuch Aur keh rahi thi Shayad kuch thaki si thi Tumhara chehre par hasi to thi Par tumhare andaz Kuch alag se the Aaj tum chup se the Aaj tum- tum se na the Waqt ke saat Raasta beet ta gaya Main chalta raha Tu bhi… Continue reading Hasi
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
Chote se kamre main kone ko ek mez rakhi hui thi. Raat ka waqt tha toh andhera laazmi tha. Us kone wali mez par ek lamp rakha tha. Us lamp ki roshni se mez par ralji kitaabe dikhi aur baaki samaan bhi. Woh kamre main ghusa aur dekha ki kamra thanda sa tha lekin pankha… Continue reading Mez (Table)
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
Kabhi toh aao khayalo main Yahan sunsaani aksar hojati hai Kabhi toh aao aangan main hamare Yahan dhoop aksar rehti hai Na Jaane Kitne arse hue Is tamanna ko Ki aaye woh yaha Zindagi yuhi guzri chali gayi Na gayi sunsani Na hi gayi yeh dhoop yaha se -Jafar Rehman
I came to the blog with the determination to write something and then I checked my last post. Guess what, it was on 20th of August, exactly a month ago. In that very post, I had mentioned about writing more frequently which I failed to do. A lot of reasons but let's not get into… Continue reading Tea Cup- Short story (hindi)
I wrote this back in March this year. Enjoy reading it!
