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Wednesday, September 28, 2011
कसाई घर - मेरा दिल
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इक ख्वाब जान छुड़ा के भागा है...
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Monday, September 26, 2011
न कहीं तुम्हे कभी भी चक्रेश ही मिलेगा
ये नमी ही क्या कुछ कम थी
जो रुलाया मुझको ऐसे
इक हंसी मेरे लबों की
क्यूँ तुमको न रास आई .
मैं मुन्तजिर उस शब् का
जो ऐसा मुझे सुलाए
के कातिलों तुम्हे फिर
ता -उम्र नींद ना आये
कभी खार बन के आये
कभी ज़हर ज़िन्दगी का
कहूँ कैसे तुमको अपना
तुम मुझे न जान पाए
इक झूठ मुझको देखर
मेरे हौसले बढाये
फिर हाथ काट करके
मुझे रोकने चले हो
मैं ही बना निशाना
तुम सबके बदगुमाँ का
मैं कबसे सोचता था
मेरा क़त्ल कैसे होगा
न कभी इधर फिर आना
लेकर के चाक दामन
मैं नजर फेर लूँगा
अभी से तुम्हे बता दूँ
न कभी तुमको कोई
अपना कभी कहेगा
न कहीं तुम्हे कभी भी
चक्रेश ही मिलेगा
जो रुलाया मुझको ऐसे
इक हंसी मेरे लबों की
क्यूँ तुमको न रास आई .
मैं मुन्तजिर उस शब् का
जो ऐसा मुझे सुलाए
के कातिलों तुम्हे फिर
ता -उम्र नींद ना आये
कभी खार बन के आये
कभी ज़हर ज़िन्दगी का
कहूँ कैसे तुमको अपना
तुम मुझे न जान पाए
इक झूठ मुझको देखर
मेरे हौसले बढाये
फिर हाथ काट करके
मुझे रोकने चले हो
मैं ही बना निशाना
तुम सबके बदगुमाँ का
मैं कबसे सोचता था
मेरा क़त्ल कैसे होगा
न कभी इधर फिर आना
लेकर के चाक दामन
मैं नजर फेर लूँगा
अभी से तुम्हे बता दूँ
न कभी तुमको कोई
अपना कभी कहेगा
न कहीं तुम्हे कभी भी
चक्रेश ही मिलेगा
Saturday, September 24, 2011
Friday, September 23, 2011
तो क्या करिए
कितने ही ख्वाब अधूरे देखे
कितने ही वादे टूट गए
जब खुद से खुद को शिकायत हो
तो झूठी बातें क्या करिए
पुर जोर चली पुरवाई जब
हम तन्हा तन्हा जागे
जब दीवारों से बातें होने लगीं
तो रिश्ते नाते क्या करिए
कितने ही वादे टूट गए
जब खुद से खुद को शिकायत हो
तो झूठी बातें क्या करिए
पुर जोर चली पुरवाई जब
हम तन्हा तन्हा जागे
जब दीवारों से बातें होने लगीं
तो रिश्ते नाते क्या करिए
Thursday, September 22, 2011
सब कुछ भुला कर चल दिए
इक साल बीता और हम
इक नए सफ़र की पुकार पर
फिर से नयी तलाश में
सब कुछ भुला कर चल दिए
कुछ यार छूटे गम हुआ
कुछ ख्वाब टूटे गम हुआ
इक बेतुके से दाव पर
सब कुछ लुटा कर चल दिए
बुन्तर की पुरानी तांत पर
शतरंज की शेह और मात पर
इक ख्वाब बुना इक जंग लड़ी
और गुन गुना कर चल दिए
इक कारवां जो मिल गया
ये सफ़र शुरू हुआ नया
जैकारों के उठते शोर पर
हाँथ उठा कर चल दिए
कभी बादलों में खो गए
कभी घाटियों में सो गए
लहरों की पृष्ठ भूमि पर
लिख कर मिटा कर चल दिए
इक नए सफ़र की पुकार पर
फिर से नयी तलाश में
सब कुछ भुला कर चल दिए
कुछ यार छूटे गम हुआ
कुछ ख्वाब टूटे गम हुआ
इक बेतुके से दाव पर
सब कुछ लुटा कर चल दिए
बुन्तर की पुरानी तांत पर
शतरंज की शेह और मात पर
इक ख्वाब बुना इक जंग लड़ी
और गुन गुना कर चल दिए
इक कारवां जो मिल गया
ये सफ़र शुरू हुआ नया
जैकारों के उठते शोर पर
हाँथ उठा कर चल दिए
कभी बादलों में खो गए
कभी घाटियों में सो गए
लहरों की पृष्ठ भूमि पर
लिख कर मिटा कर चल दिए
A myth that lived forever
The greatest fear of the mankind has been the thought that their existence has no meaning and that they might be living a life just like any other form of life in front of them – meaningless and painful. Man, thus, created myths and myths proved to be powerful enough to be able to echo till eternity. He wanted to be fooled. That’s what we have watched in The Prestige. We knowingly choose not to watch too closely. Why could only few people come up with intricacies of nature and its laws? Because, the ability to question the well established beliefs has never been a privilege of the majority. As if by some law of nature, time and again circumstances around a person grow such that he becomes ardent in his perception about life and gets drawn towards free thinking rather than following the crowd. I do not intend to come up with any sort of criticism for those whom I group into ‘the majority’. I have just tried to figure out what we actually are and why do we act in a certain way.
There are many mountain ranges and there can be made many arduous paths through them each ending at a dead end. But man will never walk on any of those. As the journey will be painful and the climate will be extreme coupled with the fact that it will end in a dead end. The same man will easily find value in the journey if someone tells him that a God once kept His foot on the very same point where the path ends. We do not want to accept that the world is without a God and that there is no one watching us. We just want to believe that against all odds, there is surely a God and every single event in our tiny lives has a value in it. The idea of life full of pain and anguish, with a meaningless dead end can impress no one to go on walking and walking. We make relationships, we attach emotions to things we possess and we care. As time passes we amass enough around us, to realize that we need to take responsibility of it all. Then we turn to stories of past and bring out meaning in them, map them to our lives and move on. The way of life we human beings are living, is a classic case of fear getting converted to beliefs and beliefs getting converted to actions. No matter how much we study, no matter how many degrees we amass and no matter how many a times our belief shakes, we make ourselves believe that we are beyond time and that we are not the body but an unperceivable soul.
The picture that I see leaves me emotionless. Just like millions of ants crawling around, we human beings move in herds. We chant mantras, we perform rituals (some Indians hold pujas for Sachin expecting the Gods to come down and help him score his century). Against all odd, we want to believe that there is one merciful God, who cares about us and has such a great bandwidth that each one of us is under His supervision. I myself pray a lot whenever I am in pain. But now I have realized that praying helps because it helps you to clear your mind and when mind comes at rest the whole body becomes calm. Meditation helps and to meditate if we focus on some God, then again I see no wrong in it. Belief helps – agreed. The point is, we do not get out of it even once and try to see the grand meaninglessness. Let say, for once, we realize that we can be fools to be giving so much value to colorful rock pieces, jewelry and all the man made luxuries as we all are living the same lives as that of an ant and we all have the same fate in the end of this
journey – a dead end, wont we lose our all purpose of life, our reasoning, our ego, our bid to explain each and every single thing we see. ‘Don’t think too lowly about yourself, have some self confidence’, is the maximum a teacher can
throw at me on my arguments proving the pointlessness in the home assignments and examinations. But there again I see an ignorant human being, who is not equipped enough to answer his student, who fears the validity of the student’s convictions, who fears the randomness and chaos that can be unleashed once the ideas become accepted.
Myths echo till eternity. They are powerful enough to engulf the human race in them and make them act the way the
originator wanted them to act. Women have burnt themselves alive with the burning bodies of their husbands on this land only. Cows and buffalos have been sacrificed in front of stones believing that Gods will become happy. Dates have
become festivals and months have become holy. People are ready to blow themselves up in public, as they are (as per the perception of the masses) brainwashed . If a Islamic fanatic is made to believe that there is a heaven after death and a sacrifice in the name of Allah will make him immortal, then we term him as a terrorist and loath the ideas that are injected in him. I see no difference in the Hindu beliefs. The only thing is that Hindus have, in general, not so far indulged in such things (and that does not make them any different or any superior to loath any other set beliefs. After all we are cow herds, grassing in different pastures. What we eat may be different, but what we do is the same). The central idea of every religion is the same. The mass following a religion can be made to do anything. They are weak and full of fear. They fear the unknown Gods. They do not want to accept anything beyond the Holy books. Again, I will take a halt here and reiterate what I said earlier, that I do not loath beliefs. I do not intend to look down upon
the group of people, whom I refer to as the majority. I just want to make the reader of this article, wait for while. Stop arguing. Stop thinking. I want you to imagine a millions of ants crawling. I want you to see it.
There are many mountain ranges and there can be made many arduous paths through them each ending at a dead end. But man will never walk on any of those. As the journey will be painful and the climate will be extreme coupled with the fact that it will end in a dead end. The same man will easily find value in the journey if someone tells him that a God once kept His foot on the very same point where the path ends. We do not want to accept that the world is without a God and that there is no one watching us. We just want to believe that against all odds, there is surely a God and every single event in our tiny lives has a value in it. The idea of life full of pain and anguish, with a meaningless dead end can impress no one to go on walking and walking. We make relationships, we attach emotions to things we possess and we care. As time passes we amass enough around us, to realize that we need to take responsibility of it all. Then we turn to stories of past and bring out meaning in them, map them to our lives and move on. The way of life we human beings are living, is a classic case of fear getting converted to beliefs and beliefs getting converted to actions. No matter how much we study, no matter how many degrees we amass and no matter how many a times our belief shakes, we make ourselves believe that we are beyond time and that we are not the body but an unperceivable soul.
The picture that I see leaves me emotionless. Just like millions of ants crawling around, we human beings move in herds. We chant mantras, we perform rituals (some Indians hold pujas for Sachin expecting the Gods to come down and help him score his century). Against all odd, we want to believe that there is one merciful God, who cares about us and has such a great bandwidth that each one of us is under His supervision. I myself pray a lot whenever I am in pain. But now I have realized that praying helps because it helps you to clear your mind and when mind comes at rest the whole body becomes calm. Meditation helps and to meditate if we focus on some God, then again I see no wrong in it. Belief helps – agreed. The point is, we do not get out of it even once and try to see the grand meaninglessness. Let say, for once, we realize that we can be fools to be giving so much value to colorful rock pieces, jewelry and all the man made luxuries as we all are living the same lives as that of an ant and we all have the same fate in the end of this
journey – a dead end, wont we lose our all purpose of life, our reasoning, our ego, our bid to explain each and every single thing we see. ‘Don’t think too lowly about yourself, have some self confidence’, is the maximum a teacher can
throw at me on my arguments proving the pointlessness in the home assignments and examinations. But there again I see an ignorant human being, who is not equipped enough to answer his student, who fears the validity of the student’s convictions, who fears the randomness and chaos that can be unleashed once the ideas become accepted.
Myths echo till eternity. They are powerful enough to engulf the human race in them and make them act the way the
originator wanted them to act. Women have burnt themselves alive with the burning bodies of their husbands on this land only. Cows and buffalos have been sacrificed in front of stones believing that Gods will become happy. Dates have
become festivals and months have become holy. People are ready to blow themselves up in public, as they are (as per the perception of the masses) brainwashed . If a Islamic fanatic is made to believe that there is a heaven after death and a sacrifice in the name of Allah will make him immortal, then we term him as a terrorist and loath the ideas that are injected in him. I see no difference in the Hindu beliefs. The only thing is that Hindus have, in general, not so far indulged in such things (and that does not make them any different or any superior to loath any other set beliefs. After all we are cow herds, grassing in different pastures. What we eat may be different, but what we do is the same). The central idea of every religion is the same. The mass following a religion can be made to do anything. They are weak and full of fear. They fear the unknown Gods. They do not want to accept anything beyond the Holy books. Again, I will take a halt here and reiterate what I said earlier, that I do not loath beliefs. I do not intend to look down upon
the group of people, whom I refer to as the majority. I just want to make the reader of this article, wait for while. Stop arguing. Stop thinking. I want you to imagine a millions of ants crawling. I want you to see it.
Sunday, September 11, 2011
आगे बढ़कर देखेंगे
जब जीवन को ललकार दिया तो आगे बढ़कर देखेंगे
बरसों पले पर्वत के नीचे अब ऊपर चढ़कर देखेंगे
इतना न सोचो के देखा सोचा स्वप्न अधूरा रह जाए
कुछ करना है सो करना है जीवन व्यर्थ न पूरा रह जाए
हाँ! होंगे जरूर हमसे ज्यादा अनुभवी जीवन समझने वाले
होंगे मंजिल तक रस्ते चार,और उनपर भी कुछ चलने वाले
जब पाँचवा रास्ता ढूंढ लिया तो उसपर चलकर देखेंगे
निज जीवन से ज्यादा क्या देंगे हम इस महान आवर्तन को
इक विषय चलो हम पीछे छोडें अगले कवियों के दर्शन को
जो खून खौल रहा क्षत्रिय सा, और युद्ध भूमि ललकार रही
तो ऐसे में हमको कायर सा, क्रंदन और भय स्वीकार नहीं
व्यास कथन जो सत्य हुआ तो सब देव उतर कर देखेंगे
बरसों पले पर्वत के नीचे अब ऊपर चढ़कर देखेंगे
इतना न सोचो के देखा सोचा स्वप्न अधूरा रह जाए
कुछ करना है सो करना है जीवन व्यर्थ न पूरा रह जाए
हाँ! होंगे जरूर हमसे ज्यादा अनुभवी जीवन समझने वाले
होंगे मंजिल तक रस्ते चार,और उनपर भी कुछ चलने वाले
जब पाँचवा रास्ता ढूंढ लिया तो उसपर चलकर देखेंगे
निज जीवन से ज्यादा क्या देंगे हम इस महान आवर्तन को
इक विषय चलो हम पीछे छोडें अगले कवियों के दर्शन को
जो खून खौल रहा क्षत्रिय सा, और युद्ध भूमि ललकार रही
तो ऐसे में हमको कायर सा, क्रंदन और भय स्वीकार नहीं
व्यास कथन जो सत्य हुआ तो सब देव उतर कर देखेंगे
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
मैं क्या लिखूंगा
मुझे हमनफस अब शायर न कहिये
आँखों के प्यालों को मैं क्या लिखूंगा
घनी शाम जुल्फें घटा या के बादाल
लटों और बालों को मैं क्या लिखूंगा
क्यूँ करिए जमाने में रुसवा हमे अब
लबों और गालों को मैं क्या लिखूंगा
बहुत खुश है मिलकर 'चक्रेश' लेकिन
कदमों के छालों को मैं क्या लिखूंगा
Friday, September 2, 2011
बाबरी
वो मर मिटें मेरी मजार से उठे सवाल पर
फ़रियाद है के बक्ष दो मुझको मेरे हाल पर
इक चाह थी के चैन से चुप चाप मैं सो जाऊंगा
के रख दिया तकदीर ने थप्पड़ मेरे गाल पर