tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25244722557247882412024-02-21T03:47:05.084+05:30Streetside Troubadour© Prateek GargPrateekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10856032355581392389noreply@blogger.comBlogger87125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524472255724788241.post-89122655949210134082015-07-04T01:48:00.000+05:302015-07-04T01:48:13.597+05:30Zaroorat Padey, Toh.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Sochta hoon zaroorat na padey.<br />
Thoda teri baahon ki chaadar odhey rehna chaahta hoon.<br />
Gardan par saanson ki dastak,<br />
Kaanon per teri zulfon ki sarsaraahatt,<br />
Teri ungliyon to mere hontho ka raasta naapney dena chaahta hoon.<br />
Aankhein main phir bhi na kholoonga,<br />
Tujhe makhmal ke bistar per pighaltey dekhna chaahta hoon.<br />
Shabd na koi, lekin teri shaitaan hansi,<br />
Teri dabi hansi mein teri sharaarat,<br />
Tere chulbuleypann se teri naraazgi tak,<br />
Teri masoom aah mein simatnaa chaahta hoon.<br />
Aankhein main phir bhi na kholoonga,<br />
Zaroorat padey, toh pukaar lena.<br />
Zaroorat padey, toh jagaa dena.<br />
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Prateekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10856032355581392389noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524472255724788241.post-64604276521551263862015-03-22T01:39:00.000+05:302015-03-22T01:39:28.126+05:30Bech De.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Zindagi bhaari, bhaar bech de,<br />
lambi kahaani, tu saar bech de.<br />
Chubhti yaadein, dhaar bech de,<br />
jashn hai mandaa, tyohaar bech de.<br />
Dukaan bandd, ishtehaar bech de,<br />
noton ki gaddi, tu yaar bech de.<br />
Chikna farash, dhool bech de,<br />
har raat ki meri, bhool bech de.<br />
Banjar hai nabz, laal bech de,<br />
sookhi aankhein, roomaal bech de.<br />
Suntey hain sab, baat bech de,<br />
din dhalney se pehley, raat bech de.<br />
Biktaa hai kaafi, pyaar bech de,<br />
mohabbatt ka kabaadi, bazaar bech de.<br />
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Prateekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10856032355581392389noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524472255724788241.post-217735107032157062014-09-28T00:51:00.002+05:302014-09-28T00:52:42.876+05:30Don't<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Main sadiyaan jee gaya<br />
panna panna calendar chhaant-tey huey<br />
soti aankhon per paani matt daalo.<br />
Mainey sookhi ghaas se resham ka qaaleen buna<br />
mere ghutney harey<br />
tum hansa matt karo.<br />
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Prateekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10856032355581392389noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524472255724788241.post-42982135471925893962014-08-23T00:58:00.001+05:302014-08-23T00:58:34.419+05:30Jhaankey Patloon Mein<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span lang="IT">chashma duurbeen,
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<span lang="IT">Jhaankey patloon
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<span lang="IT">“Yeh kyun hai
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<span lang="IT">Badi hee mean!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="IT">Din bhar angootha
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Gear badley ek se teen,<o:p></o:p></div>
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<span lang="DE">honth mein
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Horn bajaakey meri bajaaye,<o:p></o:p></div>
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baahon mein choor hoye coffee bean. <o:p></o:p></div>
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<span lang="IT">Meri morphine, <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="IT">Meri vaccine,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="IT">chubhtee suee si
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<span lang="IT">raat le meri
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<span lang="IT">Kehti whore
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tu baney mera Charlie Sheen. <o:p></o:p></div>
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<span lang="IT">Na nigla jaaye na
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<span lang="IT">Hindi movie ka
climax scene. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Prateekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10856032355581392389noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524472255724788241.post-58846486189041851502013-10-11T00:06:00.000+05:302013-10-11T10:03:42.040+05:30The End<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Bikharr bikharr gaya<br />
titarr bitarr hua<br />
pakdam pakadi chhuppa chhuppi<br />
dil wil chhuaa<br />
Mohabbatt<br />
ikka dukka kshay maat<br />
patta patta jua. <br />
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Saham saham gaya<br />
khatam khatam hua<br />
chakku chhuri tamchaa rassi <br />
bin paani kuaa<br />
Dillaggi<br />
ikka dukka kshay maat<br />
patta patta jua. <br />
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Ikka dukka kshay maat<br />
patta patta jua<br />
ikka dukka kshay maat<br />
patta patta jua<br />
Zindagi<br />
chauka chhakka bhaagam bhaag<br />
run out hua. <br />
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Prateekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10856032355581392389noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524472255724788241.post-45104038584485096292013-06-04T09:51:00.001+05:302013-06-04T09:51:43.593+05:30Twisters (June)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Single, the salesman asked. Yes, I said. Stay alone, he asked again. Yes, I said. You need a vacuum cleaner, he said. We laughed for 30 min.</div>
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Going somewhere, he asked. Wandering, she said, you? Me too, he said, mind if I join you? Sorry, she said, two wanderers can never get lost.</div>
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Oh god you taste awesome, he said. I taste better with ice cream, she said and winked. Excited, he went to the fridge. He never came back.</div>
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Prateekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10856032355581392389noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524472255724788241.post-8849238836597123142013-05-24T12:07:00.000+05:302013-05-24T12:09:43.712+05:30Galti Ho Gayi<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Aaj subah ek galti ho gayi. <br />
Galti ho gayi ki main uth gaya. <br />
Galti ho gayi, <br />
phir se mainey uss puraani subah mein aankhein khol daali,<br />
jab uth-ta thaa uski aawaaz se.<br />
"College nahin aana kya?<br />
Class shuru honey waali hai."<br />
Galti ho gayi.<br />
Woh aawaaz kaan mein dobaara pad gayi.<br />
Koi gaana dimaag mein kyun nahin aa raha saala!<br />
"Nahin. Aaj attend karne ka mann nahin hai."<br />
Kisko bolun?<br />
Galti ho gayi, aaj usey bolne ka mann kar gaya.<br />
Bhakk saala, radio chalaao.<br />
"Yeh gaana dedicate kiya hai Rahul ne Priya ko...."<br />
Chutiya hai kya!?<br />
Gaana barbaad kar raha hai khud ke liye!<br />
Royega saari zindagi gaana sunkar.<br />
Ek SMS bhejoon?<br />
Nahin. Zor se chillaunga!<br />
Zor se chilaunga nahin aati yaad! <br />
Uskey paas jaake bolunga, nahin aati yaad. <br />
"Soney de yaar aaj, nahin attend karna lecture."<br />
Yaar koi yeh tasveer mitaao dimaag se. <br />
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Prateekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10856032355581392389noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524472255724788241.post-13329643379352518052013-04-12T14:48:00.000+05:302013-04-12T14:57:45.628+05:30Bik Gaye Kahin<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Pata hai kahaan chhupaa rakhaa hai khud ko? <br />
Ya dhoondney ka ab mann nahin karta? <br />
Ya bech diya khud ko bharey baazaar mein? <br />
Chhote chhote sapnon ke keemat badi bhaari, <br />
kaudi kaudi, sikka sikka, umr beetey jaaye saari.<br />
Bech diya re bech diya, <br />
maine hazaar sapnon ko bech diya,<br />
seth ne lagaayi keemat itni pyaari,<br />
uska sapna zara jyada mehenga dikhaai padta hai.<br />
Noton ke beech kahin ek note ban,<br />
pada hoon bandd seth ki tijori mein,<br />
jeb se nikloonga kabhie uska sapna poora karne ko.<br />
Haan bhai, pata hai kahaan chhupa rakhaa hai khud ko.<br />
Bas ab dhoondney ka mann nahin karta.<br />
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<em><span style="font-size: x-small;">(Dedicated to all the working class heroes)</span></em></div>
Prateekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10856032355581392389noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524472255724788241.post-1431973685579853762013-02-26T16:27:00.000+05:302013-04-12T15:24:07.430+05:30Marjaani Main Kamli<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span class="userContent">Maddham maddham sulgey tan,</span></div>
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<span class="userContent">raat chaandni yun raakh ho gayi.</span></div>
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<span class="userContent">Aahiste aahiste nikli siskiyaan,</span></div>
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<span class="userContent">Sharam rakhne waalon ki galiyon mein, </span></div>
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<span class="userContent">Tinka tinka yun bikhri main,</span></div>
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<span class="userContent">luterey main lut teri daas ho gayi.</span></div>
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<span class="userContent">Muskuraaun aise teri jakad mein,</span></div>
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<span class="userContent">main be-hayaa ho gayi. </span></div>
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<span class="userContent">O' Ranjhya dekh Heer teri,</span></div>
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Prateekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10856032355581392389noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524472255724788241.post-75370976457928236242013-02-07T19:22:00.000+05:302013-10-11T23:16:12.985+05:30Main Chalaa<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span class="userContent">teri bastee mein main baawra sahi. </span></div>
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<span class="userContent">Tere kad se oonchey tere makaan, </span></div>
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<span class="userContent">teri viraan galiyon mein main besahaara sahi.</span></div>
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<span class="userContent">Sikkey sikkey se toli teri kahaani ka bojh,</span></div>
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<span class="userContent">korey panne ka main koraa afsaanaa sahi.</span><br />
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Ummeedon ke par hain, woh toh theek hai magar, </div>
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Kaalaapaani sa tera aasmaan, </div>
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main inn chhodi galiyon ka aawaara sahi.</div>
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Kuchh aatey kandhey, kuchh jaatey kandhey, </div>
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O' sayaane tu jee bhar aaj phir dekh mujhe,</div>
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Prateekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10856032355581392389noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524472255724788241.post-40547050979655950252012-12-21T21:59:00.001+05:302012-12-21T22:03:49.087+05:30...Aur Inn Sab Ke Beech<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Hospital ke bed par lee aakhri saans,<br />
aur electric shock ke baad, monitor per aati pehli tedhi lakeer ke beech...<br />
Cinema ki koney waali seat per baithne,<br />
aur andhera hone par uska haath thaamne ke beech...<br />
Race track par jhuke sar, <br />
aur pistol se nikli pehli cheekh ke beech...<br />
Exam hall mein invigilator dekh hue sannatey,<br />
aur pehli kaagaz ki khadkhadaahat ke beech,<br />
Script baar baar padhne aur dohraane,<br />
aur director ke munh se nikle pehle 'action' ke beech...<br />
Panne par ukeri kal ki beeti yaadein,<br />
aur syaahi se bharne ko betaab kore panne ke beech...<br />
Manch par khade judge ke haath mein kaagaz ka tukda dekhne, <br />
aur taaliyon ke shor mein khud ka naam sunn-ne ke beech...<br />
Chehre par maa ke haathon se lagi pehli haldi ka sparsh,<br />
aur haathon se chhoot-ti mehendi ke aakhri nishaan ke beech...<br />
Airport ke darwaaze ke baahar lagi bheed, <br />
aur usmein kisi apne ko intezaar karte paane ke beech...<br />
Dartey hue munh se nikle dil ke woh pehle shabd,<br />
aur uss pehle aalingan ke beech...<br />
Karodon nazron se ghire, maidaan par pehla kadam,<br />
aur tez aati uss pehli gend ka saamna karne ke beech...<br />
Zindagi kisey kehte hain?<br />
Zindagi, isey kehte hain. </div>
Prateekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10856032355581392389noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524472255724788241.post-25038573353773639412012-11-25T16:57:00.000+05:302012-11-27T20:47:48.757+05:30Yeh Muskura Kyun Rahi Hai?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Maatam manaati muskaan. <br />
Honth kuchh zyada hee laal hain.<br />
Mez per rakhi lipstick toh kaali hai. <br />
Shayad khoon peeya hai. <br />
Halka sa cut laga hai.<br />
Pyaala toota hua hai. <br />
Yeh muskuraa kyun rahi hai?<br />
Aaj subah hee kisi ne bola thaa, <br />
moochh ke bina ajeeb lagta hoon. <br />
Yeh dekh rahi hai kya?<br />
Nahin. Aankhein bandd hain. <br />
Iski duniya andhere mein hai. <br />
Teri duniya kaunsi jagmagaa rahi hai?<br />
Teri toh aankhein bhi khuli hain na?<br />
Kisi ne bataaya thaa, <br />
iski aankhein neeli hain.<br />
Neeli?<br />
Uski bhi aankhein neeli theen. <br />
Jhooth bolti, aur neeli ho jaati. <br />
Uskey toh aansoo mein bhi cheeni ghuli thee.<br />
Abhi bhi muskuraa rahi hai.<br />
Neeli aankhon ke sapney. <br />
Achha hai, bandd hain.<br />
Toote pyaale ki dhaar tez hai.<br />
Gira hoga zaroor.<br />
Mere haath se bhi gira thaa pyaala,<br />
uss din usko darwaaze se baahar jaata dekh.<br />
Whiskey? <br />
Rum?<br />
"Zeher hai sir."<br />
Kambakth uss din zeher kahaan thaa?<br />
Yeh abhi bhi muskura rahi hai. <br />
"Postmortem ke liya bhijwaa do.<br />
Aur haan.<br />
Aankhein matt kholna."<br />
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Prateekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10856032355581392389noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524472255724788241.post-27000521116819585802012-11-07T21:49:00.000+05:302012-11-07T21:49:40.920+05:30Twisters (October)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Jobless, out of frustration, he throws a pillow towards her. I'm bored of my life, he says. Me too, she says. I'm equally bored of your life.</div>
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It's just fun. It's just a kiss. It's just a moment that I won't miss. Say cheese honey. Then hit the road. And he pressed the button. Click.</div>
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The dog's watching, she says. It's just a dog, he says as he tears open her shirt. The dog takes a look at his own penis, smiles, & leaves.</div>
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You breaking up with me, he asks. No, she laughs. Really, he asks, even after that pathetic joke? What joke, she asks. He is sulking now.</div>
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Prateekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10856032355581392389noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524472255724788241.post-22957976912459042652012-10-18T23:12:00.000+05:302012-10-18T23:12:25.697+05:30शतरंज<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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ज़िन्दगी की बिसात पर, </div>
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हम ही खुद के प्यादे, </div>
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खुद के बादशाह भी हम.</div>
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क्षय मात का खेल, </div>
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दो <span id="6_TRN_l">रंग</span>, </div>
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हर दिन,</div>
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एक शतरंज. </div>
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सोच क्या रहे हो?</div>
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तुम्हारी चाल है. </div>
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Zindagi ki bisaat per,</div>
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hum hee khud ke pyaade,</div>
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khud ke baadshah bhi hum.</div>
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Kshay maat ka khel,</div>
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do rangg,</div>
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har din,</div>
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ek shatranj.</div>
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Soch kya rahe ho?</div>
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Tumhaari chaal hai. </div>
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Prateekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10856032355581392389noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524472255724788241.post-15811058898358574452012-10-16T18:08:00.000+05:302012-10-16T18:49:07.540+05:30The Archaeologist<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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सदियाँ गुज़र गयीं, </div>
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लेकिन मैं खड़ा हूँ आज, </div>
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उसी जगह, आखिरी मुलाकात के साथ, </div>
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सब कुछ दफ़नाया था जहां. </div>
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फिर से इतने करीब हो मेरे, </div>
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कहा था ना,</div>
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लौट कर आऊंगा.</div>
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जिसने तुम्हें भुलाया, </div>
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उन् बेबाक पत्थरीली बातों को हटाऊंगा. </div>
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एक एक कर, टूटते नाखून के साथ, </div>
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हर दफनाई वो याद हटाऊंगा. </div>
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सुर्ख पड़ी, बेजान सी, </div>
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टूटे रिश्तों की राख हटाऊंगा. </div>
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सब्र कर, समय लगेगा, </div>
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तेरे बिन <span id="6_TRN_1j">बिताये हर उस पल की, </span></div>
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सतह हटाऊंगा.</div>
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देख सकता हूँ अब, </div>
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तुम्हारी लम्बी गर्दन, </div>
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चूमता था जिसे, </div>
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तुम सहम सी जाती. </div>
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वो पतली कमर, </div>
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हाथ रखता था जब, </div>
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तुम पिघल सी जाती.</div>
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अभी भी वैसी ही हो, </div>
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जैसा तुम्हें छोड़ा था. </div>
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टकटकी लगाए देख रहा हूँ, </div>
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उम्मीद में, </div>
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की शायद इस बेजान बुत्त में जान आ जाए. </div>
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की अचानक शायद दो पंख निकल आयें, </div>
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और मैं देख सकूं तुम्हें, </div>
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उड़ता हुआ फिर से.</div>
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सख्त हो चुकी उँगलियों से, </div>
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महीन ब्रश के कोमल दांतों से, </div>
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मिट्टी की आखिरी सतह हटाऊंगा. </div>
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फिर से इतने करीब हो मेरे, </div>
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कहा था ना,</div>
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लौट कर आऊंगा.</div>
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नाज़ुक हो. </div>
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कितनी नाज़ुक हो. </div>
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समय बदलता गया तुम्हें. </div>
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और तुम बदलती गयी. </div>
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यहाँ से दूर तुम्हें, </div>
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अजायबघर ले जाऊँगा. </div>
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तुम्हें फिर से बनाऊंगा. </div>
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फिर से इतने करीब हो मेरे, </div>
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कहा था ना,</div>
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लौट कर आऊंगा.<br />
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Sadiyaan guzar gayin, </div>
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lekin main khada hoon aaj, </div>
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usi jagah, aakhiri mulakaat ke saath,</div>
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sab kuchh dafnaaya thaa jahaan. </div>
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Phir si itna kareeb ho mere, </div>
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kahaa thaa na, </div>
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laut kar aaunga.</div>
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Jisne tumhein bhulaaya,</div>
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unn bebaak patthreeli baaton ko hataaunga. </div>
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Ek ek kar, toot-te naakhoon ke saath, </div>
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har dafnaayi woh yaad hataaunga.</div>
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Surkh padi, bejaan si, </div>
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toote rishton ki raakh hataaunga. </div>
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Sabr kar, samay lagega, </div>
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tere bin bitaaye har uss pal ki, </div>
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satah hataaunga.</div>
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Dekh sakta hoon ab,</div>
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tumhaari lambi gardan,</div>
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choomta thaa jisey, </div>
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tum saham si jaati. </div>
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Woh patli kamar, </div>
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haath rakhta thaa jab, </div>
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tum pighal si jaati. </div>
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Ab bhi waisi hee ho, </div>
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jaisa tumhein chhoda thaa. </div>
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Taktaki lagaaye dekh raha hoon,</div>
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ummeed mein, </div>
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ki shaayad iss bejaan but mein jaan aa jaaye. </div>
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Ki achaanak shaayad do pankh nikal aayein, </div>
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aur main dekh sakoon tumhein, </div>
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udtaa hua phir se.</div>
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Sakhth ho chuki ungliyon se, </div>
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maheen brush ke komal daanton se, </div>
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mitti ki aakhiri satah hataaunga. </div>
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Phir si itna kareeb ho mere, </div>
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kahaa thaa na, </div>
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laut kar aaunga.<br />
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Naazuk ho.</div>
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Kitni naazuk ho.</div>
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Samay badalta gaya tumhein, </div>
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aur tum badalti gayi. </div>
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Yahaan se duur tumhein, </div>
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ajaayabghar le jaaunga.</div>
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Tumhein phir se banaaunga. </div>
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Phir si itna kareeb ho mere, </div>
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kahaa thaa na, </div>
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laut kar aaunga. </div>
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Prateekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10856032355581392389noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524472255724788241.post-79146606011219877122012-10-14T17:15:00.000+05:302012-10-14T17:15:47.153+05:30बड़े बेआबरू होकर निकले<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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मोहब्बत में, </div>
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बड़े बेआबरू हो, </div>
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उनके दिल से हम निकले. </div>
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गए थे नंगी रूह लेकर, </div>
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कम्बखत जिस्म बेच, </div>
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उनके घर से हम निकले. </div>
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सुनने गए थे, </div>
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उनकी आवाज़ में, </div>
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प्रेम के वो ढाई आखर, </div>
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"कुल्टा", "कुलच्छिनी", "तवायफ़" बन, </div>
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उनकी चौखट से हम निकले. </div>
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लेकर गए थे, </div>
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डिबिया सिन्दूर की, </div>
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आँखों में, </div>
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भरी माँग की तमन्ना पाले,</div>
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आँखों का काजल फैला कर, </div>
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उनके कूचे से हम निकले.</div>
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मोहब्बत में, </div>
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बड़े बेआबरू हो, </div>
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उनके दिल से हम निकले. </div>
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<br />
Mohabbatt mein, <br />
badey be-aabru ho, <br />
unke dil se hum nikle. <br />
Gaye they nangi ruuh lekar, <br />
kambakth jism bech,<br />
unke ghar se hum nikle. <br />
Sunn-ne gaye they,<br />
unki aawaaz mein, <br />
prem ke woh dhaai aakhar,<br />
"kulta", "kulachhini", "tawaayaf" ban, <br />
unki chaukhat se hum nikle. <br />
Lekar gaye they,<br />
dibiyaa sindoor ki,<br />
aankhon mein, <br />
bhari maang ki tammanna paale, <br />
aankhon ka kaajal phaila kar,<br />
unke kooche se hum nikle. <br />
Mohabbatt mein, <br />
badey be-aabru ho, <br />
unke dil se hum nikle. </div>
Prateekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10856032355581392389noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524472255724788241.post-1382522145152695392012-10-01T22:50:00.000+05:302012-10-07T13:23:01.358+05:30बादल छोटा पड़ गया<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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पूरा <span id="6_TRN_2">शहर भिगोने को, एक बादल छोटा पड़ गया. </span></div>
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बरसा ऐसे, गरजा ऐसे, कहीं गीला, तो कहीं सूखा छोड़ गया. </div>
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पता नहीं, कम्बख़त शहर फैला जा रहा है, </div>
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या मुआ यह आसमान सिकुड़ गया. <br />
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Poora sheher bhigoney ko, ek baadal chhota pad gaya.<br />
Barsa aise, garja aise, kahin geela, toh kahin sookha chhod gaya.<br />
Pataa nahin, kambakhat sheher phaila jaa raha hai,<br />
ya muaa yeh aasmaam sikud gaya. <br />
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Prateekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10856032355581392389noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524472255724788241.post-50123315497421736142012-09-26T14:37:00.001+05:302012-10-07T13:31:02.998+05:30... कहीं आंसू ना निकल जाएँ<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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जब भी आइना देखा, </div>
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घंटों अपनी आँखों को एकटक घूरा, </div>
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कभी इन <span id="6_TRN_15">आँखों में झाँकने की हिम्मत्त ना हुई. </span></div>
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<span id="6_TRN_1h">डरता हूँ कहीं आंसू ना निकल जाएँ.</span></div>
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जब भी आँखें बंद कीं, </div>
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घंटों जगमगाते <span id="6_TRN_2e"><span id="6_TRN_2f">उथले </span></span>सपनों में खोया रहा, </div>
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कभी गहरी यादों में डूबने की हिम्मत्त ना हुई. </div>
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<span id="6_TRN_1h">डरता हूँ कहीं आंसू ना निकल जाएँ.</span></div>
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जब भी किसी से आखिरी बार मिला, </div>
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घंटों बेकार की कहानियां सुनता सुनाता रहा, </div>
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'मत जाओ', कभी कहने की हिम्मत्त ना हुई.</div>
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<span id="6_TRN_1h">डरता हूँ कहीं आंसू ना निकल जाएँ.</span></div>
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हाँ, दो आंसूं टपके ज़रूर थे. </div>
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उस दिन धूप कुछ ज्यादा ही तेज़ थी. <br />
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<br />
Jab bhi aaina dekha,<br />
ghanton apni aankhon ko ektak ghoora,<br />
kabhie inn aankhon mein jhaankne ki himmatt na hui.<br />
Darta hoon kahin aansoo na nikal jaaein. <br />
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Jab bhi aankhein bandd ki, <br />
ghanton jagmagaate utthle sapnon mein khoya raha,<br />
kabhie geheri yaadon mein doobne ki himmatt na hui.<br />
Darta hoon kahin aansoo na nikal jaaein. <br />
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Jab bhi kisi se aakhiri baar mila,<br />
ghanton bekaar ki kahaaniyan sunta sunaata raha,<br />
'mat jaao', kabhie kehne ki himmatt na hui.<br />
Darta hoon kahin aansoo na nikal jaaein. <br />
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Haan, do aansoo tapke zaroor they.<br />
Uss din dhoop kuchh jyaada hee tez thee. <br />
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Prateekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10856032355581392389noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524472255724788241.post-61399157553225432492012-09-22T23:15:00.002+05:302012-10-07T13:35:04.196+05:30यादें<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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यादें. </div>
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कुछ यादें दिल में रह गयीं, </div>
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कुछ यादें <span id="6_TRN_15">कागजों </span>पर रह गयीं. </div>
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कुछ कागज़ डायेरी के <span id="6_TRN_17">पन्ने</span> रह गए, </div>
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कुछ कागज़ मेरी जेब में रह गए. </div>
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कल रात एक जेबकतरा, </div>
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मेरी कुछ यादों को अपने साथ ले गया. </div>
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संभाल के रखना भाई, </div>
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थोड़ी नाज़ुक हैं. </div>
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वज़न ज्यादा लगे तो, </div>
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पानी में बहा देना. </div>
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मैं समंदर किनारे रोज़ मिलूंगा, </div>
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ढलते सूरज के नीचे, </div>
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डूबा हुआ, </div>
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इन् यादों में. <br />
<br />
<br />
Yaadein.<br />
Kuchh yaadein dil mein reh gayin,<br />
kuchh yaadein kaagazon par reh gayin.<br />
Kuchh yaadein diary ke panne reh gaye, <br />
kuchh kaagaz meri jeb mein reh gaye.<br />
Kal raat ek jebkatraa,<br />
meri kuchh yaadon ko apne saath le gaya.<br />
Sambhaal ke rakhna bhai,<br />
thodi naazuk hain.<br />
Vazan jyada lagey toh,<br />
paani mein bahaa dena.<br />
Main samandar kinaare roz miloonga,<br />
dhaltey sooraj ke neeche,<br />
dooba hua, <br />
inn yaadon mein. <br />
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</div>
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Prateekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10856032355581392389noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524472255724788241.post-88378258465387476862012-09-09T15:30:00.002+05:302012-09-09T15:39:53.031+05:30मैं दुआ मांगता हूँ<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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अपनी पहुँच से दूर, आसमान में टिमटिमाते तारों से जलता हूँ.</div>
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और एक टूटते तारे को, आसमान से गिरता देखकर, खुद की सलामती की, </div>
<div>
मैं दुआ मांगता हूँ.<br />
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बटुए में किसी दुसरे की, खनकते सिक्कों की आवाज़ से जलता हूँ.</div>
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और एक खोटे सिक्के को, तालाब में उछाल कर, खुद की तिजोरी भरने की,</div>
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मैं दुआ मांगता हूँ.<br />
<br />
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आँखों में किसी अनजान की, झलकती ख़ुशी से जलता हूँ. </div>
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और एक टूटी पलक को, हवा में उड़ाकर, खुद के आंसू पोंछने की,</div>
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मैं दुआ मांगता हूँ.<br />
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</div>
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सुनकर खबर किसी अपने की मौत की, उसे मिली मुक्ति से जलता हूँ. </div>
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और मृत-शय्या पर रखी राख, माथे पर मल, खुद की लम्बी उम्र की, </div>
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मैं दुआ मांगता हूँ. </div>
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Prateekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10856032355581392389noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524472255724788241.post-80587527156306564622012-09-02T14:35:00.002+05:302012-09-02T14:36:15.702+05:30Twisters (August)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Driving his rickety car, he sees a huge billboard. His face, with "The Next Big Thing" written. He hates that "Next". He hates his car. </div>
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I'm blond, but not dumb, she says as she spots a tablet in her drink. He gulps. You could've simply powdered & mixed it in salad. He smiles. </div>
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You should write, she said. The book was published. None bought it. Not even her. He tore off the first page. The book was dedicated to her. </div>
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Fixed the chair, she asks. He is quiet. Soccer's on. And the door, she shouts. The coffee table breaks under his punch. That too, she says. </div>
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His words were her aphrodisiac. Women were waiting for his next romantic blockbuster. He was enjoying the stardom, in his appartment, alone. </div>
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They both were dying to meet each other. So much to talk. So much to share. After months, they met. Silence. They had nothing to talk. </div>
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Infidelity won't take you far, he says. Really? Seems your love also managed to get you only this far, she says, as she kisses the new guy. </div>
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The silhouette that was sharp on the edges. Damn, as I see blood dripping down the fingers, not everything's as soft as they seem. </div>
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This is a dream, he says, as he opens his eyes, finds her sitting by his side. Then, it is a good dream, she says, planting her lips to his. </div>
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रात भर की मस्ती याद है,</div>
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<span></span>जाम याद है, साथी याद है,</div>
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बंद आँखों से देखा सपना याद है,</div>
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सुबह सुबह का सिरदर्द याद है. </div>
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याद नहीं है तो सिर्फ़, </div>
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सोने से पहली भरी, </div>
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चैन की वो आखरी अंगड़ाई. </div>
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टी<span id="6_TRN_1j">यूशन में बिताए वो घंटे याद हैं, </span></div>
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गणित की वो तीन मोटी किताबें याद हैं. </div>
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सारी रात <span id="6_TRN_2q">गटकी</span> वो <span id="6_TRN_2g">कॉफी याद है, </span></div>
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<span id="6_TRN_2s"><span id="6_TRN_2v">रिज़ल्ट आने पर बटी मिठाई याद है. </span></span></div>
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<span><span>याद नहीं है तो सिर्फ़, </span></span></div>
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इम्तिहान ख़त्म होने के बाद भरी, </div>
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चैन की वो आखरी अंगड़ाई. </div>
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मीटिंग में हुई वो बक-बक याद है, </div>
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<span id="6_TRN_44"><span id="6_TRN_45">प्रौफिट याद है, <span id="6_TRN_4a">लौस याद है. </span></span></span></div>
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<span><span><span>रात भर बैठ कर बनाई वो <span id="6_TRN_4q"><span id="6_TRN_4t"><span id="6_TRN_4v">स्ट्रेटेजी याद है,</span></span></span></span></span></span></div>
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<span><span><span><span><span id="6_TRN_51"><span id="6_TRN_53">प्रेसेंटेशन के बाद मिली वाह-वाही याद है. </span></span></span></span></span></span></div>
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<span><span><span><span><span><span>याद नहीं है तो सिर्फ़, </span></span></span></span></span></span></div>
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<span><span><span><span><span><span>कम्प्यूटर बंद करने के बाद भरी, </span></span></span></span></span></span></div>
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<span><span><span><span><span><span>चैन की वो आखरी अंगड़ाई. </span></span></span></span></span></span></div>
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Prateekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10856032355581392389noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524472255724788241.post-52825073259496347512012-08-26T22:54:00.002+05:302012-10-07T13:42:14.305+05:30मयखाना<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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शान-ए-महफ़िल, जान-ए-<span id="6_TRN_7"><span id="6_TRN_l">मयखाना</span></span>, </div>
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अधूरी सी बोतल, नशे का ताना बाना. </div>
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ज़िन्दगी का जश्न, तन्हाई का अफसाना,</div>
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दास्तान-ए-इश्क़ में जलता, एक और परवाना. </div>
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प्याले खनके, जाम छलके, </div>
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<span id="6_TRN_11"><span id="6_TRN_12">मदहोशी का आलम सुहाना. </span></span></div>
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बहके दिल, बहके कदम, गवाही देता, </div>
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दौर-बर-दौर, यह मयखाना. <br />
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Shaan-E-Mehfil, Jaan-E-Maykhaana,<br />
Adhoori si botal, nashey ka taana baana.<br />
Zindagi ka jashn, tanhaai ka afsaana,<br />
Daastaan-E-Ishq mein jalta, ek aur parwaana.<br />
Pyaale khankey, jaam chhalkey,<br />
Maddhoshi ka aalam suhaana.<br />
Behkey dil, behkey kadam, gawaahi deta,<br />
Daur-bar-daur, yeh maykhaana. <br />
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Prateekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10856032355581392389noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524472255724788241.post-17596139409568550082012-08-19T23:05:00.001+05:302012-08-19T23:05:48.465+05:30बाल्टी भर अरमान<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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दिल निचोड़ा. </div>
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बाल्टी भर अरमान निकले. </div>
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कुछ भूले से, कुछ भुलाए से. </div>
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कुछ अपने से, कुछ पराये से. </div>
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कुछ ताज़े से, कुछ पुराने से. </div>
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कुछ सौम्य से, कुछ बचकाने से. </div>
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कुछ अरमान, जो चुपचाप बूँद बूँद टपकते रहे,</div>
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कुछ अरमान, जो पूरे होने की चाहत में, बाल्टी से छलकते रहे. </div>
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कुछ अरमान, जो पानी-सा रंगहीन थे,</div>
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कुछ अरमान, मटमैले, काले, रंगीन थे. </div>
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कुछ खोखले से अरमान, सतह पर तैरते रहे. </div>
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कुछ पत्थर से अरमान, तले को चूमते रहे. </div>
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लेकिन इस बीच, बाल्टी से एक आवाज़ आई.</div>
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देखा, तो कुछ बुलबुले दिखे. </div>
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मुर्दे से अरमानों के बीच, एक अरमान अब भी सांस ले रहा था. </div>
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Prateekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10856032355581392389noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524472255724788241.post-53585470840545300762012-08-18T15:43:00.000+05:302012-08-19T16:09:50.305+05:30Izzhaar 2<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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एक शाम उस <span id="6_TRN_5p">कॉफी </span>शॉप में, </div>
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घंटों तक उनके सामने बैठे रहे. </div>
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उनकी बातों को सुनते रहे,</div>
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कुछ बोलने से बचते रहे. </div>
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नज़रों से खुद को छुपाते रहे, </div>
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सफ़ेद कमीज़ को सौस से बचाते रहे. </div>
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धड़कनों का शोर कहीं कानों तक न पहुँच जाए,</div>
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कम्बखत धड़कनों को सीने में दबाते रहे. </div>
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मन तो था बताने का उन्हें काफ़ी कुछ,</div>
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मगर इज़हार करने से डरते रहे. </div>
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हर कदम पर पाँव पिघलते रहे.</div>
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मोम का दिल लेकर देखो खामोशी से,</div>
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हम सूरज से इश्क करते रहे. <br />
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