मेरी जान को मेरी जान रहने दे..
बना न इसे अपना.. बस मेहमान रहने दे ..
इसे आज़ाद कह या आवारा ..
बहती हवा है ये , बहने दे ...
ऐसा नहीं की मुझे भी प्यार नहीं तुमसे ..
मगर ज़रा है , ज़रा ही रहने दे ..
इश्क परवान चढ़े तो लाता है तूफ़ान
अभी ये पानी है ठहरा .. इसे ठहरा रहने दे ..
बांध न इसे यादो से अपनी..
बेरहम सा बेपरवाह रहने दे ...
फ़ासला जुदाई से होता है बेहतर ..
दरमियाँ ये फ़ासला सा रहने दे ..
मेरी जान को मेरी जान रहने दे..
बना न इसे अपना.. बस मेहमान रहने दे ..
Speechless....totally....seriously rakhi..its jst tht ur every poem seems to be just better n better thn previous...so much depth in it...i can feel in every word of tht...WOW...luved it :)
ReplyDeletebahut khoob!just the right words to describe a feeling that is so often almost impossible to emote. I don't know if its intentional but your poem has a very interesting quality about it - read it 2 times, 4 times, 10 times...and you start wondering if the words are just as they say..if you imagine the poet(ess:)to be in a mood of despondency the words convey a certain thought, if he/she is serious/contemplative it becomes something else (this one is quite close to what is apparent on the 1st read)..and then, if he/she is sarcastic (or rather cynical about the whole concept of love) the thought conveyed shifts again...i guess this is what poems are meant to be - open to interpretation :) Loads of appreciation from a lonely suburban apartment of Boston, this is exactly the sort of thing i wish to stumble upon wading through the blog-osphere. Keep it up.
ReplyDeleteHey Basab.. many many thanks for ur fine comment.. I was away from my dearest blog for so long.. but I ll try to keep up my spirit once again.. :) Thnx dear.. :)
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