Sohan ki pukkar

देखता हूँ  मैं , चाय के टपरे पर काम करने वाले 6 साल के सोहन को 
सुबाह बच्चों को स्कूल जाते  देख , उसकी नम आँखों को 
और यों खड़े हो कर देखने पर मालिक से बिना बात पर पिट जाने को 
और दुकान पर बढ़े लोगों  की तीस भरी खिलखिलाहट को 

क्या उसे हक़ नहीं मुस्कराने का 

क्या उसे  हक़ नहीं सपनों की नींद मैं खो जाने का 
क्या उसे  हक़ नहीं ग़रीबी के पिंजरे को तोड़ उड जाने का 
क्या उसे  हक़ नहीं उसकी हमउम्र बच्चों के साथ स्कूल जाने का 

क्या उसकी नन्ही छोटी कोमल कलाई बनी है, भारी भोज उड़ाने को 
क्या उसका कोमल चंचल मन बना हैं गहरे सदमें सहने को 
जिसके चेहरे पर मुस्कराहट और हाथों मैं कलम होनी चाहिए 
क्यों हैं उसके चेहरे पर मायूसी और हाथों पर छाले 

कब तक ये स्कूल की दिवारो से स्कूल के अंदर झांकता रहेगा 
कब तक ये प्यार की पुच्कार का हक़दार , अपने मालिकों की डाट खाता रहेगा 
कब ये भी कहेंगे मुझे बड़े होकर डॉक्टर इंजीनियर बनना है 
कब ये कहेगा मुझे पेट नहीं सपनों की उड़ान भरना है 

सोहन को महंगे खिलोने नहीं चाहिए , वोह मिट्टी के बने ट्रक से खेल लेता है 
उसे वाटर किंगडम की सेर नहीं चाहिए , वोह पेहली बारिश मैं भींग लेता है 
उसे महंगी कार नहीं चाहिए ,वोह साइकिल के पुराने टायर को उड़ेल उड़ेल चल लेता है 
पर उसे स्कूल की अच्छी शिक्षा  और खाने को अछा खाना और सबसे जादा आपका साथ चाहिए 

कसूर क्या है इसका , की ये ग़रीब घर मे पैदा हुआ है 
नहीं कसूर हमारा है , जो ये देख कर समज कर भी इसका बचपन आवारा है 
जब तक गलियों मैं छोटे बच्चो का बचपन खोता रहेगा 
फिर एक सोहन ऐसे ही रोता रहेगा ,और अपना ख़ूबसूरत बचपन खोता रहेगा 

Ese lakho sohan apne bachpan ko kho rahe hain roz , iss poem ko niche diye button se share karein ya fb wall per post karein  aur jada se jada logo tak pohchaye.......Tabhi ayenge acche din 

Boothnath

Instruction : apne andar ke honey singh ko jaga lo aur phir padna start karo dosto

Dekh kar mai bhoothnath... Jode mene dono hath.... Shuru kiya bhagwan ka paadh... Paya mne bhoot jiske chaar hath.. Socha abb college mai apna rola hoga Bachega na woh, jo apne samne bola hoga Uske hath mai college ka jhola , aur apne mai mast coco-cola hoga... Khil udhe gi apni takdeer Abb na rahenge hum fakeer Maal patyenge apun katrina kaif Jayenge hum kareena ke sath honeymoon ,chod kar rota saif... Yes sir bolta apna bhoot sevak hoga Jhelga woh jitna bhi apna tewar hoga 9 pointer se niche to na aane apne Soch liya party with the boothnath ke sapne party with the boothnath relax man
party with the boothnath relax man

#memories

It's better to smile cherishing , memories of time in which we were together.  In-spite of crying for the reason we r no more together as before. 

"don't love it's heartess "

Grown up watching the romantic Bollywood movies always having a HAPPY ENDING, in which finally after all the hardships the Hero and Heroine patch up together what I had thought that in reality also every love story has a so called Happy ending…..

Before experiencing it, LOVE was the most awesome feeling for me. The love was not taught to me in school thus when I was growing up, for me love was as beautiful as it was written in stories and shown in films! As the packet of cigarettes comes with a warning “Don’t Smoke Its Injurious to Health”, then why doesn’t every book of love story and movie with Happy Ending comes up with a warning “Love is Beautiful only in films and stories, don’t try it in real life” But now unfortunately I know that this is not the correct picture of love after being hit by its pain and misery.

Not being warned anytime, you never restrict your heart. So, its easy for you to fell in love with someone easily but the first daunting task that comes is making her realise your feelings for her, making her feel what you feel for her. All of you would have played the role of secret lover in your life (maybe many times). Being a secret lover of someone makes you do strange things that you would have never imagined to do. You don’t want to miss a single glance of her. You want to talk to her as long as you could. You follow her blindly, at times bunk classes, lie to friends, and so on. This love makes you behave so stupid sometimes that before going to bed you start planning how you will meet her next time , what will you say , how will she react and you start doing the whole conversation in your mind. All the plans you make work very well in your dreams but when she comes in front of you the next time you even fail to try and just keep gazing her beautiful face.

It’s like,

Har saans mein
Har dhadkan mein ho tum

Chalte hai teri rahon mein
Jeete teri yaadon.. mein
Bin tere ik pal bhi jeena mushkil

One can so easily say “I Love U” to a friend whom he doesn’t love or to a stranger as flirt but when this heart actually falls in love with someone truly, madly and deeply saying these three words become the most daring job of the world. It’s not just the fear of saying this to her it’s also the fear of losing her. If all this sounds stupid to someone he or she has not experienced the true love in his or her life. 

Finally after gathering all the courage in this world to express her feelings of your heart in a very very special way that you would have planned after missing so many sleeps in the night, thinking just about this very special day you say these 3 magical words to her, somehow – twisted and tangled in your emotion praying just for one yes. And what she does - instead of understanding your hearts, she slaps (not your face) your heart shattering it into many many broken pieces.

For you it’s like the end of life. Many weak-hearted ones end up taking their life others screw up their lives. You try to forget her but every time even if her name comes in front of you a tear tickles down your eye. Every time you think of the word “love” again it’s her picture that comes in your mind. Knowing very well that you have no chance to get her but you always have some slightest hope in your heart that revives you always when you think of her.

These are the words that in the heart of a true lover which hearrrtsss him always……..

                                                   Har pal har lambha, main kaise sehta   hoon 

  

                                Har pal har lambha, main khud se yeh kehta rehta hoon

                                                                                   Tujhe bhula diya,

                                                                                   Tujhe bhula diya,

                                                                                Phir kyu teri yaadon ne

                                                                                    Muje rula diyaa

"yo to jindagi hasin hain "

Yo to jindagi hasin hain , per kuch gam sa hain Yo to ankhe nam si hain , per pani kuch kam sa hain Kadi dhoop ki tapan mai ped ki thandi chao to hain Per gehre pani mai dubti nao bhi hain Prem ke khet mai kuch nafrat ke beez boye to hain Per koyle ki khadan main kuch heere soye bhi to hain Khushi ki tasveero mai dukh ke chitte to hain Per shanti ke chao mai kitne lambhe bitte bhi to hain Yo to Jindagi hassin hain ,per kuch gam sa hain Yo to Ankhe nam si hain , per pani kuch kam sa hain

"Unforgettable words of my father "

It was the talk of time, when I was in 3^rd class. Those were pleasant days, I was enjoying my new class a lot. As small kids do , I too loved my class teacher Miss Anita a lot. She used to live just close to my uncle’s house where I usually visited, so she knew me and my family very well! I was well reputed in school and known among good students of class. I still remember Anita madam putting my name forward in Lakshmi Bai house meet for being the member of the house captain team & giving me many responsibilities. I too was quite happy for that. As my drawing and poster making skills were nice so I usually made charts, articles, posters; but it irritated me a lot. All of my school friends used to live just close to the school area, and I lived far away from school which was a crowded street and many heavy vehicles passed from there commonly. So my parents being the conscious ones, usually not allowed me to play outside as it would have ill effect on my behavior and would be dangerous too. So in my neighborhood I didn’t had many friends, just one family friend Akshay and the other Abhishek my school friend not too close but we used to go school together in bus. So I spent my most of my time in home reading books , playing video games and indoor game etc. so I used to fulfill my whole desires and wills in school. I used to do lot’s of fun and was known among funniest guys in class. My friends that time use to call me “tamattar” because of my red cheeks, innocent face and spicy talks.

Then came the time when my final annual exams were just to come and unfortunately my moral science subject book was lost .As it was my first time to face such situation & I din’t knew how my family will respond to it. So I was quite frightened & was shivering in fear what would happen and what to do, that time i don't use to get any pocket money as i was just 3rd class student and my father use to say whatever u want, i will provide u here only, so i was far way from the desire of money.

Two three days just passed on in tension but i was still there-only, where i was three days before. One day i was is in Abhishek's house to clear him some doubt's about the subject as he was weak in studies. Suddenly he moved to bring some water for me and i saw his moral science book just lying there and my evil face arose and i stole that book. As i reached home i was ashamed for what i have done but i have no other option , i even could not even report that to my parent as i was frightened a lot. 

I knew , i had committed sin but as many people do i too tried to hide it. His book was not covered and his name was just written on the first page of the book so i teared off first page of book and covered the book with a new well covered book. being the stupid one as i was not master in all this and just a 3rd class student i also not even thought at the end of the year whose book is newly covered and if anybody will try to find out he can easily make out. Many day's just passed on one day, it was games period and i was again solving doubts of Abhishek , suddenly he saw my book and seeing the first page teared and well covered he understood that his missing book was stolen by me. He quickly reported it to miss Anita. She listened the whole story and was quite upset from my deeds  called my father to meet him. she even slapped me.

I too was ashamed and was crying for my deeds and even frightened surely my father will beat me. miss Anita told him everything i too was standing near by , and waiting now i will be fired a slap. suddenly i saw my father saying sorry to Miss Anita and said it's just his fault as his own child was too much frightened of him that he cannot share his feelings and pain to him and his this type of behaviour has only forced him to do all this. while listening this i was feeling highly guilty that just because of me he is saying sorry .that was my first and last case of stealing and from then till today i share my every feeling with my father. And now that i have grown up and understood those words that have changed my life and he has become "my hero ". I said sorry to Abhishek and Miss Anita and they being the kind ones forgived me.

 

" Mujhe phir se apna banale tu"

Talab ye tumhri mujhe kesi lagi.. Yaad karu tumhe mai ghadi dhar ghadi Ruh ko meri sirf tumhara intezaar hain Gale lagane ko tumhe ye dil bekraar hain Dard ye judayi ka shen hota nahi Ansuan ka ghut piye bina mai sota nahi Talab ye tumhri mujhe kesi lagi.. Yaad karu tumhe mai ghadi dhar ghadi Kyo beparwa hone ka dhong kar rahi ho Mujhe maloom hain mere piche tum bhi ro rahi ho Kyo dil mai gam liye khilkhilla rahi ho Mujhe maloom hain chup reh kar bhi mujhe tum bula rahi ho Talab ye tumhri mujhe kesi lagi.. Yaad karu tumhe mai ghadi dhar ghadi Bitte pal ki yaddein aajbhi dil mai dastak deti hain Tutte dil ko dhadkne ke liye kesi kesi ye saazish karti hain Ishq mai tere mai phir se bheeng jata hu Gam ke suraj se main sukhe nahi sukhata hu Talab ye tumhri mujhe kesi lagi.. Yaad karu tumhe mai ghadi dhar ghadi Ye sapna tha jaan mai ansuan ke badal sa barash jata hu Dekhte hi dekhte mai judayi ki hawa se tujse dur baha jata hu Hath pkkad kar muje apne mai sama le tu Sath mai baras aur khushiyo ki haryali jagale tu Mujhe phir se apna banale tu.. Mujhe phir se apna banale tu...

"Ruk jara dher jara nazre to ghuma "

Ruk jara dher , jara nazre to ghuma
Khule asmaan mai jara bizli to gira Bhigne ko taiyar hu ,asoo na chupa Ruk jara dher, jara nazre to ghuma Kab tak yo chokhat se lipti khadi rahegi Kab tak yo dil mai gam liye anhein bharti rahegi Bhigne ko taiyar hu asoo na chupa Ruk jara dher jara nazre to ghuma Kha nange paav dodi chali ja rahi hain Gam ke moti liye ,piroti chali chali ja rahi hain Bhigne ko taiyar hu asoo na chupa Ruk jara dher jara nazre to ghuma Kyo tu meri tasveer ko , ghanto niharti hain kyo mujhe dekh ansoo ponch apne app ko savarti hain bhigne ko taiyar hu asoo na chupa ruk jara dher jara nazre to ghuma Sab kuch bhul kar jeene ki , ek pyari kossish to kar Nafrat ki rangoli mai ,pyar ke rang to bhar Bhigne ko taiyar hu asoo na chupa Ruk jara dher jara nazre to ghuma Kyo dur ped per lage khali jhulle ko tak rahi hain Kyo dil ko cheer ,yadoon mai jhak rahi hain Bhigne ko taiyar hu asoo na chupa Ruk jara dher jara nazre to ghuma Ruk jara dher , jara nazre to ghuma

Khule asmaan mai jara bizli to gira Bhigne ko taiyar hu ,asoo na chupa Ruk jara dher, jara nazre to ghuma

Jeevan mera patang sa

Jeevan mera patang sa Udne ko betaab tha Asmaa ko chuumna hi ek khawab tha Asan nahi udaan, Muskilo ka selab tha Girne se darta nahi , gir ke udne ka ek apna alag hi ruaab tha
udne ko betaab tha Hawa ke thapedo ne Asma mai mujhe therne nahi diyaa Mai sarsaraya phadphadaya per haar na mani Kismat ne jo di ,dheel mujhe, to asma ko chuum kar hi saans thami Sathi patang ko mai apna dost samaj betha Sath mil kar hawa ka rukh modne ke sapne bun betha Jisse mai galle laga raha tha woh mujhe hi kaat betha Mai nadan, tuje kese apna dost samaj betha Uchayi panne ke sukh mai ,mai dhut tha Dzor katne ke dukh se mai berukh tha Akela asman mai belagam ghum raha tha Niche khada apna koi ,hath mai dor liye ro raha tha Akela udaa tha akele gir raha hu Jindagi ke bacche do pal sukoon se ji raha hu Asmaa ko mai apna maan bedha tha , phir se ja jameen mai mil raha hu Jeevan mera patang sa

" Ma ki kitab "

Phulo se bhare bagecche main kha se ye dub pali.. Meri hasti rehne wali ma kese aaj bimar padi.. Jiske anchal mai sir rakh kar soya, usko yo dekh jaagu mai ghadi ghadi.. Chaadar udane mai kya utha , paya ek kitab ma ke sine se lipti padi.. Kitab ke pille fatte panno se manu mai ye purani likhi Khol uska pehla panna , janna ma ne ismai apni kahani likhi Akeli shant meri ma ki ye pehli saheli bani Baat jannu mai tab ki jab uski nayi nayi shadi huyi Soche apne se 15 baras badein umar ke ladke ke sath kese kattein ye jindagi hasi khusi.. Ma bapu ki jid ke ange uski ek na chali ,Dil per pathar rakh chali woh sasural chali.. Sari battein bhula kar usne khush rehne ki kosshish kari Ek din bol mere bapu ko ki tum abhi jawan ho ji , dhamayi unke hatho mai nayi shirt aur ghadi .. Per unne ek na sunni wapas kar shirt le aye ek sari nayi Kuch salo ke bad woh mujhko janni.. Meri jindagi swarna hi uski nayi chahat bani.. Mujmai aur ghar mai esi ulzhi padi ki ye kitab ange kori padi.. Padtein padtein ye kitab kab meri ankhein nam ho gayi Yad karta hu uski kitni khwais meri jid ke angein vileen ho gayi Yad hain mujhe meri khusi ke liye, woh kangan ke liye salo se jode paise kharch computer le ayi thi . Mai jindagi ki uchayi ko chunne ki rah mai sayad apni ma ko bhul gaya tha Ped ki chaav mai raha , per usse pani dena bhul gaya tha Kitna kamaya per kabhi na laya uske liye choodi nayi Jisne mujhe jag kar bhi solaya dekho kese aaj chup chap padi....... Disclaimer: ye meri ma ki story nahi ye man ki ek rachna hain -> prashant