स्याह इंद्रधनुष और चाँदनी रातें

I think therefore I am …… I think !!! Cut the crap, I am here to write so that I get loads of traffic and I feel important ……

मिल जाऐं नज़रें तो है ये दरिया आग का

कोई नज़रें मिलाने भी नही देता है,
हमारी नज़रों का रुख देख कर मुँह फेर लेता है ।

शायद यह सोच कर कि,
कहीं उसकी निगाहों की गहराई न नाप लें हम,
या कि यह सोच कर की,
हमारी निगाहों में भी वही गहराईयाँ न हों ।

पता नहीं कब तक चलेगा,
ये निगाहों का खेल,
और किस अन्जाम पर पहुँचेगा,
ये भी नहीं पता ।

पर चलने दो इसे,
है ये खेल आग का,
मिल जाऐं नज़रें
तो है ये दरिया आग का ।

जलूँगा ऐसे भी और
वैसे भी दहकेगा सीना,
ये हुआ तो जी लूँगा, और वो भी हुआ,
तो यह जीना भी है कौन सा जीना

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One Response

  1. mehek says:

    nigahon ka khel hamesha chalta hi rahega,bahut gehre bhav se bandhi sundar kavita hai,badhai.

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There was a Naughty Boy – By John Keats

There was a naughty boy,
A naughty boy was he,
He would not stop at home,
He could not quiet be-
He took
In his knapsack
A book
Full of vowels
And a shirt
With some towels,
A slight cap
For night cap,
A hair brush,
Comb ditto,
New stockings-
For old ones
Would split O!
This knapsack
Tight at 'is back
He rivetted close
And followed his nose
To the North,
To the North,
And followed his nose
To the North.

There was a naughty boy,
And a naughty boy was he,
He ran away to Scotland
The people for to see-
There he found
That the ground
Was as hard,
That a yard
Was as long,
That a song
Was as merry,
That a cherry
Was as red-
That lead
Was as weighty
That fourscore
Was as eighty,
That a door
Was as wooden
As in England-
So he stood in his shoes
And he wondered,
He wondered,
He stood in his shoes
And he wondered.
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