Shayari


With all the respect to Ghalib Sahab..

Two of my friends were discussing Ghalib Sahab ki shayari.. discussion kuch zyada serious ho raha tha to humne kuch contribute kar diya..

Tadpana to teri fitrat mein likha hai zaalim..
Ghalib.. jo guzar gaya.. use bhulaane ki gunjaish nahin..
aur jo tere paas hai.. unhe yaad rakhne ki teri koi khwaish nahin.

Kuch aur discussions ke baad reply mein Ghalib Sahab ki ye pankityaan ayi:

Baazeecha-e-atfaal hai duniya mere aage..
hota hai shab-o-roz tamaasha mere aage.

Phir humne Ghalib Sahab ki in panktiyon ka jawab kuch aisa diya:

Baazeecha-e-atfaal hai duniya Tere aage..
hota hai shab-o-roz tamaasha Tere aage.
Aur kya kahen teri shaan mein ab hum..
har Tareef padti hai Bahut kam Tere aage!!

Samundar ke kinare kuch pal bitaye..
to zindagi bhi ik samundar si lagne lagi.

Kuch sukoon bhare pal.. phir ik laher aa jaye..
taqdeer ik dagmagati kashti si lagne lagi.

Par jab teri muskurahat ko apne saath paya..
kashti apne sahil tak pahaunchti si nazar aane lagi.

Karta hoon dua tujhe paane ki..
kabhi koshish.. tujhe bhool jaane ki.

Par nadi ke un do kinaron si..
likhi usne taqdeer hamari.

Na likha kabhi milna hamara..
na likhi kabhi judai hamari.

Manzil ki talash mein bhagte,
beet jaati hai zindagi.
Manzil tak pahaunche bhi,
to adhoori lagti hai zindagi.

Doston ka saath jo mile is raah mein..
unhe peeche chod na jaana kahin,
Kyun ki.. na khatam hone wale safar ka hi..
doosra naam hai zindagi.

Dosti nibhane ke hum daawe nahin karte,
har kisi se dosti ke dikhawe nahin karte.

Par jab koi is dil se jud jata hai kabhi,
use hum is dil se phir juda nahin karte.

Is dil mein yeh dard na hota,
jo tune ise toda na hota.

Tum to dillagi kar ke chalte bane,
is dil ko bus ek khilona to samjha na hota.

Rishta ek tune joda tha humse,
bus use nibhana chaha tha maine.

Dosti ki paribhasha jo kitabon mein padi,
use sach kar dikhana chaha tha maine.

Tere dil mein ghar nahin,
bus ek kinara chaha tha maine.

Har pal sirf use hi.. chaha hai is dil ne,
uski chahat mein hi.. har din guzara hai is dil ne.

Woh haqiqat nahin.. sirf ek khayal hi hai to kya,
uske sach hone ka hi.. bus intezaar kiya hai is dil ne.

Pyar nibhana.. unhe na aata tha,
dilon ko todna hi.. unka shauk tha.

Aur is tute dil ko samjhana.. hume na aata tha,
unke pyar mein tadapna hi.. hamara shauk tha.

Teri aankhon mein..
doob jaane ki khwaish hai.

Teri muskurahat ko..
apna banane ki khwaish hai.

Aur jo na huye armaan poore is zindagi mein..
to agle janam tak bhi.. rukne ki gunjaish hai.

Main Punjabi ghar se nikla..
us mazil ko jahaan nahin saath kisi ka,
bhaant bhaant ke log jahaan..
jis desh ka naam Amrika.

Marathi, Gujju ya Bengali..
the sabke ek se sapne,
is pardes mein to jaise..
bus yehi the mere kuch apne.

Har tyohar hum saath manate,
manate har jashan bhi hum saath.
Har khushi mein sab shamil hote,
hote har gam mein bhi sab saath.

Koi dal-baati banata,
to koi idli-sambhar.
Humne bhi khoob paranthe banaye,
bhar ke aaloo andar.
Ek hi maiz pe baith,
khana hum sab mil kar khate.
Chai ke saath karte yaadein taazi,
karte Bharat desh ki baatein.

Ek din khabarein dekhi to dekha,
Bharat ke rajyon mein aya tanaav.
Aankhen khuli par nahin dikhta janta ko,
yeh khudgarz mantriyon ka bartaav.

Rozana jisme safar karte,
unhi taxiyon ko jalaya.
Saalon se jinse kharidaari karte,
unhi dukandaar bhaiyon ko bhagaya.

Yahan jab hum dost kahin bahar jaate,
yeh Amriki hum sabko.. ek sa hi batate.
Jab doosre humme koi farak nahin hain kar paate,
to hum hi apne beech.. yeh dooriyaan kyun hain le aate??

Karta hoon use yaad,
jo hume pal mein bhool jaye.

Karta hoon uska intezaar,
jo hume na kabhi ek awaaz lagaye.

Dil mein lagaye baitha hoon ek aas,
jo is zindagi mein kabhi poori hoti nazar na aye.

Yaad aate hain woh guzre din,
jab doston ke saath huya karte the.

Har shaam kisi dhabe pe baith,
chai ki chuskiyaan liya karte the.

Ek pyala khatam hone se pehle,
doosre ka order kiya karte the.

Pyale pe pyale chai ke chalte rehte,
yuhin gappon mein har shaam guzara karte the.

Thikana badla, doston ka saath bhi badla,
par chai ke silsilay waise hi huya karte the.

Phir ek ek kar har dost ka saath chootne laga,
chai ki chuskiyon ka woh swad bhi humse roothne laga.

Ab har shaam akele hi chai ka pyala uthate hain,
har chuski ke saath woh guzre din hi bus yaad aate hain.

Nahin chubhte ab aansoon bhi in aankhon mein,
in ke sang hi ab zindagi katni hai saari.

Nahin hota ab mehsoos dard jale ka bhi hume,
in zakhamon se bhi dosti ho gayi hai hamari.

Nahin socha tha yeh din bhi ayega is zindagi mein kabhi,
rozana khana pakana hi taqdeer ban gayi hai hamari.


‘Aansoon’ refers to all that crying while cutting onions.. hee hee.. and ‘Zakhm’ to normal hote hai at least once in a while when cooking… I started cooking when I came to US. Never imagined that some day I will be doing this stuff.. and even more.. I cook pretty decent.. apna time pass ho jata hai. But I miss mom ke haath ka khana soooo much..

Teri yaad mein kabhi kabhi do ghoont laga lete hain,
phir apna bhool.. padosan ka darwaza khat-khata dete hain.

Kabhi khayi thi kasam.. tere siva kisi aur ki taraf na dekhenge,
isi liye uski soorat mein bhi.. teri hi kalpana kar lete hain.

Nahin lagayenge yeh dil phir kabhi kisi padosan se dobara,
yehi soch kar.. har mahine apna mohalla hi badal dete hain.


A friend has been asking me to write something funny.. unse kuch poocho about my shayari to jawab aata hai ke no comments until I start writing Hasya stuff.. so here I am giving Hasya a try.. Earlier entries in Hasya category were kind of based on my real life situations.. so this is the first time I have to put some real effort in Hasya..

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