nadi hoon..nari hoon

Nadi ki dhar
Patharo se girti hoon
Maidon me shant behti hoon
Upar tapti ret hoon to kya
Bhitar hi bhitar risti hoon
Nari hoon nadi saman
Zindagi ki tapish me yun bhi jhelti hoon
Kabhi lehar ban yahan wahan
Machalti hoon
To kabhi apne hi kinare par ake toot jati hoon
Nari hoon pani ban
Apni seemayen khud bandhti hoon
Aur khud unhe palti hoon
fir bhi jo kamzor samjhe mujhe
wo khud bada kamjor hai
kyunki nadi ban ya lehar ban
shant pani see bahu to kya
khud me chattan todne ka hausla rakhti hoon
nari hoon…
nadi ban jivan ki har chatan ya to par karti hu
ya tod kar apna rasta khud chunti hoon.

benaam

kal tak jo
naam mera apna tha
begana ho gaya
dosh begano ka nahi
naam hi tha maine aisa chuna

chubha tha ek kanta
gulstan me mujhko
dosh kanto ka nahi
gulab ke sath
kanto ko maine hi tha chuna

saya jo sath rehta tha mere
aaj kahin kho gaya
dosh andheron ka nahi
ujalo me bhi kohre ke
khwabo ko maine hi tha buna

invitation....to PM

suniye PM ji

Mananiya PM ji

Me wahi sadarahan grihani hu

Jisne pichli bar

aapkpo ghar bulaya tha…

Ab fir se nyota bhej rahi

Aap padhare mere ghar

Aturta se bat dekh rahi



Waise meri awaz shayad

Aap tak pahunch na paye

Kyunki aapki sarkar ne

Bade dhol rakhe hai bajaye

“mahangai dar kam ho gayi”

Jor jor se sab rahe chilaye”



Par maf karma PM ji

Kal tak dal-roti khane wala

Is desh ka garib

Ab bas adhi roti pe chalta hai

Aur khwabo me bhi

Dal sabji ke khwab dekhne se darta hai.



KEWAL DAR HI GHATI HAI PMJI MEHANGAI NAHI



Yun ye to ham chupkese aapke

Kano me ye bat kehna chahte the

Par jinke liye shahar ki

Sabji mandi tak ab door lagne lagay

Unke liye aapki dili to bahut door hai…



Isliye aap aaye..fir se mere ghar..

Aur dare nahi is bar..na budget

Na anko ka gyan aapse pana hai

Bas,,meri bayeen tarzani ke

Nakhun pe jo nishan ab bhi maujood hai

Wo aapko dikhana hai…….

Aur itna jaldi aap bhul gaye

Ki meri sabse mehngi cheez

Par tikki aapki sarkari

Kursi ab left-right nahi dol rahi

Bas

Yahi aapko yaad dilana hai.



Aapki rah dekhti…chetna.

I WISH

FOR WHOM
I never wanted to be the
the moon in my life
to shine into my dark night
FOR WHOM
I just wanted to be the star
and guide me out through night...
WITH WHOM
I always traded my truth for their lies
FOR WHOM
WHO always wanted to use me
as their spare-wheel for their malice wants
and never thought about the
damage that was done done to my soul-stearing...
FOR WHOM
I was always at the receiving end
to get struck with the worst part of their sticks
FOR WHOM
Who want to shake my slumbering soul
and want to awaken it with
their crocodile tears...


FOR WHOM
I WAS ONLY A PART OF THEIR VIRTUAL WORLD
I WISH....
NO-ONE LIKE ME EVER WALKS INTO THEIR LIFE
AND PUT THE TRAIN OF SOULFUL THOUGHTS IN MOTION

I JUST WISH
SOME-ONE LIKE THEM WALKS
INTO THEIR REAL WORLD
AND ENJOYS THE PARTY OF LIFE WITH THEM....

BUT I STILL WONDER...
WHO SHALL PAY THE BILL
WHENCE THE PARTY 'S OVER.....
YOU ARE DEAD CHETNA
FOR THEM
YOU ARE NOT SUPPOSE TO CARE
NOW PUT YOURSELF SILENTLY ON
THE FIRE OF PYRE...
AND LET THY SOUL REST IN PEACE FOR THEM....