Tuesday, August 2, 2011

The Death of a Poet


Woh haseen mehfile 
woh logon ki waah waahi
goonjta jab 
mere kaanon mein woh sab
ghoomta mein 
Ana ke galiyaron mein
ek haath mein 
sharab ki pyaali liye
baahon mein 
shabaab ke saaye liye
dooba rehta 
hamesha nashe mein
ghira rehta 
hamesha lakar bagon se

Ek raat woh bhi thi
Ek raat aaj bhi hain

Pyaar bahut karti thi 
mujhse woh naasamajh
sisak sisak kar 
roti mere intezaar mein
kehti thi mujhse 
tum hi mere dil mein ho
lekin mein samajh 
nahi paaya uske pyaar ko
khareedi hui shabaab 
pyari thi mujhe tab
apne sacche pyaar 
ko pairon se thokar maar aaya
rooh uski kab 
pigal gayi samajh naa paaya
kabhi woh mitti mein 
mil gayi jaan na paaya
khush tha mein
apne gharoor ke nashe mein

Ek raat woh bhi thi
Ek raat aaj bhi hain

Ayyashi ke garmi mein 
kab daulat pigal gaya 
woh pata na chala
Doston ne kab 
saath chodd diya
woh pata na chala
akela reh gaya mein
gham-e-ulfat ke aasoon rota raha
naa ab sharaab ka saath tha
naa shabaab ki nazdeekagi
bus korhi bankar reh gaya 

Ek raat woh bhi thi
Ek raat aaj bhi hain

Andheron ki chaadar 
mein lipta soya hoon mein 
kisi anjaan shehar
ke sookhi aanchal mein
dekh raha hoon apne zakahm se 
nikalte mawad ke liye ladhte
hue makhhiyon ko
pata nahi kyon yeh 
mujhe yeh apne purani 
zindagi ki yaad dilate hain
yahan lete ab aakhri saans
gin raha hoon mein
khush toh honge sabhi
kal ke akhbar mein padhkar
kaise ek shayar aaj phirse
marr gaya apne ruswayiyon ke 
saaye mein
sochte honge kya 
chhoda hoga usne hamare liye 
koi ek akhri shayari


Ek raat woh bhi thi
Ek raat aaj bhi hain  

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