In unchee neeche raahon se
duniaya ke bhool bhulawon se
kaise bhi bahar aa jaoge
par nikloge kaise
iss antardwand se
jahan krti hai
baatein baaton se
aur mann ke beech khade
ho jate hai
hum dagmag dagmag se
Kaise batalun mein
iss pagal mann ko
apni hi kheencha taani mein
pees rahe ho tum mujhko
chakki ke do paato mein
Kaise rokun mein
inn baaton ke toofano ko
sahi galat ki apni ladai mein
la khada kiya hai tumne mujko
na jaane kaisi majhdhaaron mein
In toofaano se
In majdhaaron se
abb to bahar aana hoga
khol kiwaade mann ke
ek nai disha mein jana hoga
Maana ki itna aasaan nahi
bahar aana ,iss dhundlepan se
par paooge na tum kuch bhi
jab tak na jeetoge iss dwand se
Once the storm is over
ReplyDeleteyou won’t remember how you made it through,
how you managed to survive.
You won’t even be sure, in fact,
whether the storm is really over.
But one thing is certain.
When you come out of the storm you won’t be the same person who walked in.
That’s what this storm’s all about.
And this "Antardwand" to chalta hi rehega par Zindegi na Rukega.
beautiful thoughts...honest expressions...refreshing indeed...
ReplyDeleteThanks Sajal
ReplyDeleteJust WOW!!superb thoughts :)
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