“हसरतों के समुंदर से जब किनारों को खोजता हूँ, ना जाने क्यूँ और डूबता चला जाता हूँ मैं…”
सफेद धुएँ सा उठता हुआ कहीं खो जाता हूँ,
फूलों पर ओस की बूँदों सा लिपट जाता हूँ मैं,
खाली पन्नों पर खींचने को बेताब,
चंद शब्दों में ही ठहर जाता हूँ मैं,
हाथों की लकीरों में ना जाने क्या मंज़िल लिखी होगी,
फिलहाल तो वादियों,रास्तों, दरखतों में ही पनाह लेता हूँ मैं,
गाड़ी की रफ़्तार से जब झुलफें आँखों पर आती हैं,
बाहें फैलाकर पंछीयों सा उड़ जाना चाहता हूँ मैं,
समुंदर किनारे शाम को अलविदा कहता हूँ,
रेत में नंगे बदन लेटकर तारे गिनता हूँ मैं,
आवारगी है दिन में, रातें बेचैन फिरती हैं सड़कों पर,
कभी चाई की चुस्कियों में तो, कभी शराबी बन जाता हूँ मैं,
यारियाँ पहली सी ना रही,
जो थी नदियों सी शरारती,
अब वे बादल की बूदों की तरह कभी कभार ही बरसती,
उन्ही चंद बूँदों में बिनमौसम भीग लेता हूँ मैं,
हर खूबसूरत चेहरा है अपना, पर हम किसी के नहीं,
अब पहला सा आवारा दिल लिए फिरता नहीं,
जिनसे था प्यार कभी जहानों में,
एक-एक कर उनकी डोलियों को कंधा दे आया हूँ मैं,
कभी एक खलिश सिने में उठ ही जाती है की…
किसी को इंतेज़ार नही मेरा, फिर भी ना जाने किसकी राह तकता हूँ मैं,
बचपन के खेल मीठी यादें बन गये,
जवानी हर दिन एक नया इम्तिहान ले आती है,
आज बसतों में सपने कम उम्मीदें ज़्यादा हैं,
हसरतों के समुंदर से जब किनारों को खोजता हूँ,
ना जाने क्यूँ और डूबता चला जाता हूँ मैं,
शाम की साग पर भले कोई मेरा इंतेज़ार ना करे,
और ना जाने किसकी बाहों में ये सफ़र ख़त्म हो,
तब तलक बेफिक्री में तन्हा चलता जाता हूँ मैं…
“There would be a rose lying over my grave, Take it, keep it close to your heart…”
There is an old rose in my book,
It reminds me of you,
There is an old high school picture of us,
It reminds me of the time I was with you,
How cute were you then,
And still the best for me,
If there would be any chance to go back,
I want you there for me,
Sorry for words I never said,
I never knew you were thinking of me,
Only when I realized,
You were leaving me,
Now after so many years have passed,
A lot of things have happened in our lives,
Sometimes I wonder if you still remember me,
It’s long since you have crossed my eyes,
Don’t ever forget about me,
As I can never forget you in this life,
I was never bad at heart,
I just never knew what to do with my life,
Now I have lost you to someone else,
And you seem happy with a lot of smiles,
Sometimes I still see the pain in your eyes,
I wish you could still believe me,
Even if you are tired of my lies,
I am doing good and would be fine,
You don’t worry about me, it’s just a matter of time,
Long after this,
Someday if I would ever pass by your house,
And you would be standing on the porch with your kids,
Would your heart flutter when I would smile?
You don’t have to say anything that time,
Just stand there for a while,
One day when I will die,
Would you remember me, would you cry?
There would be a rose lying over my grave,
Take it, keep it close to your heart,
When I would be long gone,
Would you remember me or at least remember my name…
“काश मैं कभी बड़ा ना होता, तो शायद बचपन की खुशियाँ रद्दी में ना जाती…”
बताया था किसी ने की उम्र के इस पड़ाव में
जेब में सिक्के नही होते,
खुशियों की कीमत हो जाती है इतनी की
वे ठेलों या गली-कूचों में नही बीकते,
कभी हथेली से भी बड़े दिखते थे जो सिक्के,
अब वे उंगलियों में गुम हो जाते हैं
पर एक-एक कर गुल्लक में नही गिरते,
अब कोई मेरी पेन्सिल नही चुराता,
नोटबुक के आँखरी पन्ने को कोई खराब नही करता,
शाम को नही निकलता मैं खेलने,
की ज़िंदगी की छुपन-चुपाई में छिपे बैठे हैं
सब यहीं कहीं,
चले जाते हैं कुट्टी करके जो यार अब,
बटी करने वापिस नही आते,
रात में जो कभी नींद आ जाती है फर्श पर,
तो फर्श पर ही सुबह होती है,
की कंधे पर रखकर
बिस्तर पर सुलाने कोई नही आता,
जो हाथ संवारते थे बाल मेरे,
आज उन हाथ में मेरा सर नही आता,
अच्छा भी है की कोई कान नही खींचता,
कोई मुर्गा नही बनाता,
पर जो अब ग़लती करता हूँ मैं,
कोई समझाकर ग़लती ठीक करने की मोहल्लत नही देता,
घर की चीज़ें खिलोना नही बनती,
शब्द गीतों में तब्दील नही होते,
नाचने के लिए मौकों की इज्जाज़त लेनी पड़ती है,
और दीवारों पर रंग नही चढ़ता,
कभी सोचता हूँ की काश मैं कभी बड़ा ना होता,
तो शायद बचपन की खुशियाँ रद्दी में ना जाती…
“I wish if I could see her once again, just one more time…”
When I lost all the hopes of falling in love again,
accepted my destiny of no one calling my name,
it was Monday morning and I saw her on the Delhi Metro,
I liked her instantly and could feel my heart racing like a pro,
She was in pink and I was in white,
I looked at her simple face and irresistible smile,
she resembled quite like the pretty girls in the chocolate Ads,
her small eyes perfectly radiating like diamond sides,
delicate like a fresh red rose,
white teeth in two perfect rows,
The morning was beautiful and wind blowing my hair,
I felt something, probably some cosmic connection we might have shared,
she looked towards me, held her gaze,
scanned right into my soul;
some spell-bounding alchemy she must have played,
On my headphone, Enrique was singing, ‘Somebody is me’,
she appeared so perfect and I was lonely,
She stood beside me reaching nearly my shoulders,
as she smiled, dimple flaunted her,
my heartbeat was faster, almost forced me to kiss her red lips,
What if she would get angry and doesn’t like it?
after a few minutes her destination came, she looked into my eyes,
as she is about to say something, probably goodbye,
For a moment, I thought to hold her hand,
and ask her to stay, even for a second,
I felt sorry that I said nothing,
she saw me for the last time, perhaps that was the ending,
I wish if I could see her once again, just one more time…
11.00 am. Moon, 16, dressed in school uniform sits on the last bench in her class. Her beautiful face is slightly red with anger. Her best friend, Rose sits with her, tries to talk to her.
Rose: Come on Moon, say something. You are mad since morning. Are you gonna spoil your 16th birthday like this?
Moon doesn’t reply. Her head still down on the bench.
Rose: Are you mad that L didn’t come to wish you?
Moon (angry): I don’t want to see him. I wish he comes under a truck.
Rose: Don’t say that. You love him.
Moon (Mixed emotions): No. I hate him, I hate him, I hate him.
Rose: Hey! See he is standing there.
L, 17, tall, fair, handsome stands on the door of the class. He smiles mischievously and waves at Rose and Moon. Rose waves him back with a smile but Moon twitches her lips.
Moon: Tell him that I don’t want to see him ever.
Rose (shouting to L): Sorry L, she doesn’t want to see you.
L still smiling.
L (shouting): Tell her that I have something for her.
Moon gets little curious and raises her head slightly.
Moon (whispers): Ask him what it is?
Rose (shouts): What it is?
L comes closer to her desk with his right hand behind him.
Moon raises her head, pretending to be angry.
Moon: So you finally remembered?
L (totally clueless): Remember what?
Moon: You are joking right?
L (still clueless): What I am joking?
Moon: Then what’s in your hand?
L throws the Maths textbook on the bench and breaks into a laugh.
L: Thanks for the book, I wanted to look at some of the theorems that I skipped last year…hahahahah. By the way, what you were expecting?
Moon throws the heavy Maths book in her school bag and digs her head down on the desk.
Moon: I hate you, I hate you, I hate you. Don’t talk to me ever.
L: What happened, baby?
Moon: Don’t show me your face again? I hate you.
Moon starts crying with her head still down on the desk. Rose signals L to leave.
05.00 PM. L stands with his best friends Alex and Dev in front of a gift shop. He selects a heart-shaped pendant from the gift shelf.
L (to the shopkeeper): How much of this?
Shopkeeper: Rs. 350 only.
L: That much? Come on, it says 25 percent discount.
Shopkeeper: That’s after the discount.
L: Ok fine.
L turns to his friends.
L: Come on dudes, pay up…please.
Dev: Why we do that? It’s your girl’s birthday, you should give her a gift not us.
L: Yes quite true and I am the one giving her the gift.
Alex: So why you are not paying up?
L: I am paying up. See. This is my 50 bucks. Now take out your 150 each.
Dev: But why we should pay up for your girl’s gift?
L: Coz you are my best friends and very very soon she gonna be my wife.
Dev: But she is 16.
L: I know that idiot. That is why I have to wait two more years.
Alex: But you still can’t marry her, you have to be 21 to be eligible to marry.
L: Yes true, that is why I am waiting 4 years, you idiots. Now silently pay up and stop asking utterly nonsensical questions.
06:00 PM. A visibly sad and dejected Moon opens her new school bag. This was her birthday gift from her parents. A new school bag, the last one was far more spacious and lucky for her. She hates her life. It is her 16th birthday, which she was expecting to be extraordinary. Or at least, memorable. But here she is; in her room, with her books doing homework.
She sees the Maths textbook and it reminds her what L did in the morning, which makes her furious. She throws the Maths textbook away on the table. While in the air, something falls from the textbook. Moon looks at it, it’s an envelope.
Moon opens the envelope, there is a letter. It’s from L.
My sweetest girl,
Wish you a very happy birthday my baby! I know you will be mad that I haven’t wished you yet but actually, I remember your birthday all along. I wanted to tease you a little that is why I didn’t wish you in the school. Anyways I have planned something special for you tonight. Here is the itinerary for our date.
07:00 PM: I will come to your house and shout your name while standing in front of your door. You will be inside your house doing homework but your parents will come out and not mention, dozens of other nosy neighbors.
07:05 PM: I will ask your father, his permission to take you out for a date. Of course, he will say no. But then at first, I will threaten him that if he won’t let me take you on a date, I will kidnap you. Then I will say him politely that, I am gonna marry you one day anyway, so let me take you out. If that doesn’t work, I will beg him to let me take you for a date coz it’s your birthday.
07:15 PM: He still will be reluctant. Your mother will stare me from the sofa, cursing me inside her head. She doesn’t like me much. Then I will assure your father that I will bring you very soon, finally, he will agree to let me take you out.
07:20 PM: I will take you to my favorite restaurant; they make the best pastries in the city. We will eat until we are full.
07:45 PM: I will take you to a movie show. There is a romantic Hollywood movie that is releasing today. I want to watch a movie with you holding your hand.
09:45 PM: After the movie, I will take you on a long ride on my bike to the highest point of the city.
10:00 PM: Under the full moon, and clear winter sky, we will watch our beautiful city glowing with thousand lights. The night will be a little cold. First, I will give you my jacket and then I will hug you from behind to make you warm. In the quiet night, we will be alone there and we will talk, talk and talk.
10:45 PM: You will tell me that we are late and your father is going to kill you, so I will speed my bike fast to your house.
11:00 PM: Your mom and dad will be standing at the door with their glaring eyes on us. Before they could scold you, I will tell them that tyre of my bike got punctured so we got late. Your father will want to scold me but when he will see the joyful face of yours he will let it slide this time but not without a last warning, which I will accept with a playful smile. You will go upstairs to your room as I will watch you.
11:05 PM: As I will come out of your house, you will be standing on your balcony. You will say I love you to me (in sign language) I will do the same. Then you will give me a flying kiss and I will accept it on my heart. You will say (in sign language) that if I will come closer to you now, you will kiss me. I will ask you, really? You will say, yes. But very little you know, I will look at the pipe running along with your house and climb it to come to your balcony, much to your surprise, where you have to kiss me. THEN YOU WILL KISS ME.
11:11 PM. Yipeee! I will be so happy, I will say you goodnight and speed my bike towards my home as you watch me from the balcony.
That’s our date for tonight baby. I promise I won’t be late. Be ready by 7. See you then.
Only Yours Love L.
Moon finishes reading the letter, a beautiful smile read on her lips and reflects on her pretty face. She kisses the letter.
Moon: My silly boy. I really hate you.
06: 55 PM. L is riding his bike towards Moon’s house. He is excited about the date. He sees the little gift box in the upper pocket of his jacket. He imagines that when he will take Moon to the highest point of the city in the night, under the moonlight, he will tie the pendant on her neck and when she will be happy seeing it, he will kiss her pink lips. He is very happy and can’t wait to reach Moon’s house. Before L could realize, his bike comes in front of a speeding truck and a loud ear deafening screech of tyres stops in silence.
06: 58 PM. People gathered around the accident site. There are shouts, cries, horns, and people talking.
A passing man on a motorcycle inquires to one of the bystanders.
Passing Man: What happened?
Bystander: Nothing, a bike collided with a truck.
Passing Man: Anybody dead?
Bystander: Yes, the boy on the bike.
07:15 PM. Moon impatiently waits for L. She calls him 15th time on his mobile. But there is no answer. Moon throws her phone on the bed.
Moon: I hate you, I hate you, I hate you.
On the accident site, under the tyres of the truck, the gift box is crushed and the heart-shaped pendant is dipped in the pool of blood…
