Passionate Creativity in Dreams

Kal mousam baDaa suhaana thaa, Thii chaand se roushan sab dharti!! Thandi purwaa, ghar ka aangan, Kucch pakne ki meethi khushboo, Main aangan mein yoonhi jaise, Kucch waqt bitaane ki khaatir, Jhoole par jaake let gaya, Aur chaand ko dekh raha thaa ki..... Maloom nahiin, kab aankh lagii, Aur jhoole ke hinDolon mein, Palne waala aabhaas milaa, Nav-shishu mera man vashibhoot, Nidraa ke uDan khatole mein, Natkhat, kilkaari bhartaa thaa..... Sahsaa, maine aawaaz suni, Shaayad chooDi takraane kii, Ya daal mein ChhounK lagaane ki, Shaayad meraa dhokha tha par, Aahat thi Maa ke aane kii.... Wo aai, bagal mein baiTh gayii, Takiyaa saadha, Mujhko dekha, Phir dheere se boli mujhse, “Mera shonu beTaa jaag gayaa” Main vismit thaa, kucch kahaa nahiin, Bas kilkaari bhar letaa thaa, Kabhi haath paaoN chhitraata thaa, Kabhi mooh se Laar bahaata thaa, Ek umr ke baad thaa maine, Maa ka saaf saaf chehra dekha, Maine sapne mein bachpan dekha, Ek sundar saa sapnaa dekha... Tabhi neend khuli, main ja

Aaj Likhun, Kuchh Baat likhun,Tanhaa dil ke haalaat likhun, Kuchh sher kahun, kuchh kisse; aur kuchh lafzon ki barsaat likhun.......... Jo dil ke andar dafan huin, jise gusse mein kabhi kahaa nahiin, Jo labon pe aake rukaa kabhi, us gusse ko bohtaat likhun........ Kucch Khaas puraani baatein hain, kuch naram-garam , kucch meethi see, Jo nagmein abhi roushan hain, main Aaj wahi nagmaat likhun....... Dil juDa kabhi kucch logon se, kucch ToD gaye, Kucch chhoD gaye, Jo log abhi bhi baste hain, un logon ki kucch baat likhun............ Kucch seekha to kucch bhoola bhi, Kucch yaad rakha, Maqbul kiya, Kabhi jeet ke Josh mein itthlaaya, kab maat hua, wo baat likhun............. Aaj likhun kucch baat likhun........... Jab koi nahiin suntaa meri..... Main Chaand se Baatein Karta hoon.....

Aaj kucch ajeeb ajeeb baatein likhunga. Man kar raha hai sabse share karne ko aisi baatein jo roz nahiin hotiin. Shaayad kabhi bhi nahiin. 24 saal ka ho gaya hoon. Waisa zindaa picchle kucch saalon se hi hoon. Isse pahle mein bhi bheD Chaal chal raha tha. Apni koi thinking nahiin thi. Na koi raasta dikhaata tha, naa saath chaltaa tha, naa hi mere bataae raste par chalna chaahta tha. Aaj 2-4 sunne waale mere bhi hain, abni baat to likh loon. Ek race hai, India mein, jise musical chair kahte hain. Sab log music bajne par douDte hain, aur music band hone ka intezaar karte hain. Jaise hi music rukaa, sab log ek ek kursi pakad lete hain. Music economic recession ka hota hai, douDte hain mere jaise laakhon students. Kursi to noukri ki hi hai. Zyaada khelne waale ho jaaen, to is musical chair ko Economic recession kahte hain. Magar is race ke kucch niyam badle hue hain. Is race mein jo students kursi nahiin pakad paate, wo kursi ke paae pakad kar bhi agle round tak khel sakte hain. Is ra