The art of life is avoiding of pain..

Tere pyar ke saath jindagi aasan lagti hai… Mere pyare nitu bhaiya, tumhare saath hone per .. Her shaam kuch khaas lagti hai… Mana hai hum dur dur, phir bhi thama hai hathon mein hath.. khushi ho ya ho gum her tarah ke safar mein hai hum aas pass.. Yaad hai wo bachpan ka samay, jisme kari thi khub shrarat… bitha ker tumhe chat per darati ti der tak… Phir samay gaya badal … ab dono baithte the chat per aur chachi darti thi…. Saath mein khub ghumna, wo raaton ko der tak jag ker baatein karna…. Sab kuch yaad aata hai… Mujhe wo gubbara bhi yaad aata hai… Jo ghar pahuchne se pehle hi phoot jata tha…. Jis per mein to bahut roti thi aur mera pyara sa nitu… Hansta jata tha… Jindagi ki raahein badalti rahi hai badalti rahegi… Jo chavi tumhari mere dil mein bachpan mein thi, aaj hai, wo hamesha wahi rahegi… Mausam ke badalne ka is rishte per asar na hoga… her ek badlav ise aur majbut karega… Pyar mere bhaiya ke liye kabhi kam na hoga…. Her rakhi aur bhai duj pe.. yeh sirf badhega…. Duri ka ehsas

Papa ki ladli hun main… Badi hi shararti hun main… Kehna na kabhi kisi ka maana, Ziddi swabhav hai mera yeh maine maana.. Phir bhi papa ki pyari hun. Chehkti mehkti si unke bagon ki kyari hun!!!! Jhuli hun unki godi mein main, unhe khub sataya hai, Lekin wo bhi kam nahi… bachpan mein tamator dikhaker unhone mujhe khub chalaya hai… Papa ki ladli hun main.. Badi hi shararti hun main… Bachpan ki wo lori aaj bhi yaad hai, papa aap ek baar gana shuru karo aapki yeh beti sone ko hardum tyyar hai!!! Do aaj phir se apni hathon ki thapkiya.. sona chahti hun, bhulker sari galtiyan!! Aaj phir se shararat karna chahti hun, neend nahi aa rahi phir bhi sone ka natak karna chahti hun… Mana main hun bahut huthi, lekin phir bhi aapko bahut chahti hun.,,Aaj tak nahi aapse kuch manga , aaj mangna chahti hun,, Papa aap jaldi se wapis aa jao, main phir se apna bachpan jeena chahti hun!!!! Jo shararte kabhi nahi kari, wo sabhi ab karna chahti hun… aapki godi mein bethker phir se jhulna chahti hun.. IS BAAR

Pyar ko kya kahen hum kya yeh kabhi pura hota hai ? Kaise hoga yeh pura ? Iska to pehla akshar hi aadha adhura hota hai… Humne bhi kiya tha pyar un madmast hawaoin se, jise cheena humse aakrosh bhari kali ghatao ne… Pyar ka pehla akshar padha hi tha ki wo humse pyar hi hamara le gayi, Pyar pura nahi hota yakin ye hume de gayi… Phir humne pyar ki ek nayi paribhasha jani, Dusro ko sukh dena, samarpan ya keh sakte hai hum ise kurbani… Pyar wo ehsaas hai, jo diya liya jata hai, Na milne per bhi yeh dugna ho jata hai.. Zaruri nahi pyar ke badale hi pyar diya jaye … kabhi bina pyar liye bhi ise kiya jaye…. Mana hai yeh aadha adhura lekin, Tab ho jaye shayad yeh pura !!! Is aadhe ko pura karke dekha jaye…. Bina kuch paye sab kuch kho ker dekha jaye… Tabhi banegi iski nayi paribhasha ……!!!!!!! Aur leker aayega yeh sabke jiwan mein ek nayi AASHA !!!!!!

Pyar ka ehsas ek pal ke liye hota hai, tera sath pane ke liye har pal dil rota hai.. Is rote hue dil ko kaise akela chod de hum, tera sath pane ki chahat ko kaise tod de hum ? Na ab is dhadkan per zor hai, aur na hi is chahat per zor hai hamara, aise mein tum keh rahe ho ki ker de tumhari yadoon ko kinara… Kis tarah se bhule wo pyar kis tarah se bhule wo sahara, diya tha tumne, jab the hum bilkul tute hue aur besahara…… Tere pyar ka ehsas in sanso mein ..is kadar ghul chuka hai, jaise humara aansu ek aankh se gir ker nadi mein mil chukka hai… Jis din tum wo aansu wapis la doge hum tujhe pane ki chahat chod denge, wada karte hai wo ek aansu milte hi hum tujhse nata tod denge…

Ulfat hui hai kuch is tarah se hume, ki haale dil bataya nahi jata...baatein karte hai is tarah se hum ki chah ker bhi kuch chupaya nahi jata... Humne tanhaiyaon se ladker ye rahein ulfat banayi hai, lekin kya kahen e gumne dil..tune isme bhi sirf thoker khayi hai, yeh takdir kahein ya mukaddar ki isme sirf ruswai hai..daaman badhaya tha kabhi saath ka tune.. lekin aaj mili sirf judai hai.... Ulfat hui hai kuch is tarah se hume... Chand se kahein ya sitaron se kahen.. har taraf se sirf khamoshi payi yeh,,, kaha us chand ne hume ye teri ulfat nahi ye teri tanhai hai, jo tujhe ulfat ki tarah nazar aayi hai.... rahein bikhri si thi teri jo tujhe manjil ban nazar aayi hai.... khol un aankhon ko jinhe tune band ker apni her nayi manjil banayi hai... Mehsus hoga yeh khulengi jab aankhen teri, teri ulfat duniya ko na kabhi pasand aayi thi na pasand aayi hai.... Ulfat hui kuch is tarah se hume... Aaj soch liya hai is rahein ulfat ko chod denge hum, tode duniya jo mere khwabon ko usse pehle tuj

Zindagi mein tumhari kis prakar karun kavita..tum to khud ek kavita ho…kabhi na sukhne wali, tum wo sarita ho.. Uski chanchal lehron ki tarah tum bhi chanchalta lati ho, pal pal us chanchalta se tum sukh dukh vitrit kar jati ho, tum sampoorn jiwan ke bhawon ka anubhav ho deti, sab kuch ker vitrit, prapt nahi kuch karti .. phir bhi zindagi tum sath nahi deti…. Dur se reit ke kano mein sarita ke samaan paas aane per hoti ho tum ojhal, tumhari isi chanchalta se dhokha de jati ho tum, kuch samay pehle thi paas, shan bhar mein gayab ho jati ho tum…. Tum ho ek chapal sawar, shetrata hai tumhari ati vishal, aur kam hai mera vistar, seema nahi hai meri apaar, tabhi to hun tumhari asamarth rachiyita.. Kaho zindagi kaho mein tumhari kis prakar karun kavita tum to khud ek kavita ho.. kabhi na sukhne wali.. tum wo sarita ho……