my space

When she born

Some try to kill her

And sometime

Even before.

As she grow up,

some piercing eyes

bring her cries,

no matter how much

she endeavor ,

to keep a smile.

Every year,

passes with a fear,

goes her freedom,

and a cheer,

to live a life

the way she want ,

from the ones

pronounce human.

yet, sometime

she tries to define

her dream,

her life,

but get hard

to pass through,

an image

of a wife.

Every step,

every mile,

suppress some dream

and, she smile.

Some take pride

leave nothing

 to hide,

When raise

her voice,

Some say

why to cry.

whenever look up,

To catch an eye,

Some get closed

And some,

Never shy.

Ignore,

Rise and

Again, smile,

Let some happy

To again,

Make you cry.

Or

Raise hand,

Point a finger,

Own a ship

And sail an ocean.

Let no tear,

Dry on face,

Stand up

Clear the haze.

Chase dream,

Live life,

Kill the murk

Face the eye.

…

it’s a battle of her own

from the moment SHE is born !!!

                                   ek ladki ki mohabbat aur uski zindagi , ye dono hi alag-alag hoti hain… aur aksar woh apni zindagi ko apni mohabbat ke aagey rakh leti hai..ye uski zindagi ki jeet hoti hai ya woh apni mohabbat ko amar kar deti hai..ye batane se pehle hi woh apni nazar fair leti hai…aur mohabbat un hazaron sawalon mein khud ko dooba deti hai ki jisme ye raaz raaz hi reh jaata hai ki woh mohabbat thi ya kuch aur…

teri mohabbat ,teri zindagi

Vatan,ye mera vatan,

Sunney mein kitna accha lagta hai,

“Mera vatan”,

Kyonki iske agey

“Mera” shabd ka khyal laga hai,

Yakeen nahin hota ki

Main isey chalata hoon,

Sajata ,aur nikharta hoon,

Unnati ka darpan liye

Main is par ithlata hoon,

Main, kyonki ye mera hai

Bas inhi khayalon mein

Main umr ismey bitata hoon

Par in khayalon se door ek sacchai hai

Jahan main ki gunjayish kum

aur mehnat karne walon ki aguwai hai,

Kyonki inke liye vatan woh nau hai

Jise toofano se bachana hai,

Main ka darpan rahey na rahey

Par vatan ko kinarey par lagana hai,

Aankhon mein jahan

mehaz sapney nahin,

Par  kuch karne ke angaar hai,

Yeh woh hain jinke shabdo mein nahin

Par sanso mein vatan ka khumaar hai

Vatan , kya sahin mein hai ye mera vatan

Ye sawal mujhe ab kasota hai,

parcham taley jiske,

Main chati chori kiye muskata hoon,

Kya aagan mein uskey

kabhi main koi deep jalata hoon,

Ankhon se shabd kabhi nikle na bhale

Par kya dard mein uskey main karahata hoon

Sawal… ki ye jo mera hai ,

Par… kya mein iska hoon?…

Din suraj ke  aagan mein khelte dhal jaata,

sanjh hotey hi timtimataey taarey gudgudi machatey

aur haasatey - daaratey ,aankhon mein neend le aatey,

tab chand ki lori apni mithaas failati

apni muskaan ko samatey huey,mere mann ko, neend aa jati…

  woh kal tha ,aaj nahin…

  kyonki aaj ke suraj mein woh chamak nahin..

na waqt ka koi dayra ismein,

aur na saanjh ki koi jagah dikhti,

jab bhujti toh bas ghor andhera kar jaati,

taaron ki woh masti aur chand ki mithaas toh door,

ab odney ke liye bhi raat ki chandni nazar nahin aati,

  Ye mera aaj jo mere kal se itna juda hai,

Waqt ki chadar mein lipta ek dum naya jahan hai,

Sab kuch toh hai ismein phir bhi yun sunsaan hai

saansein toh chalti hai par mera wajood gumnaam hai,

     Ye tasveer, mere aaj ki hai ,mere kal ki nahin,

  Mera kal ..

Mera kal aisa ho jismein bachpan ki masoomiyat jhoomti ho,

Jahan bhigone ke liye baarish ho, aankhon ki nami na ho,

Jahan neend aaye toh bas aisa ho ki main jagoo hi na,

Par subah ki meethi chamak mujhe der tak sone na de,

Aur main phir nikal jaaon apni toli ko lekar,

Na fiqr, na darr bas apni masti mein kho kar

Ye ek aisa safar ho

 jise mein jee sakon jeeney ke liye,

aur maut bhi aaye toh kuch aise aaye,