Tag: solitude

Sukhi Roti

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A girl looking out of window
Apne kamre ki chaar diwari se jhankar dekha toh,
Park mein kuch jawan, buddhe aur bachhe ghum rahe the,
Shayad Corona ko koi rishwat di hai inhone,
Ya shayad inki tarah Corona bhi niyamon ko nahi maanta,
Wo toh sirf hota hai auron ko, bas inko nahi hota,
Mujhe bhi mahino baad apna ye pinjara khalne laga hai,
Garma garam chhole bhature, chatpat chat khaane ko dil machalne laga hai,
Aankhir kyun na main bhi thekon par lage huzoom ki tarah,
Sadak kinaare thelon par apni talab mitaun?
Ye Lockdown toh sirf kaagazon par hai waise bhi,
Sadak par badhti bheed mein main bhi bheed badhaun?
Aankhir desh bachane ki jimmedari toh hamesha auron ki hoti hai,
Corona ko chadh rahi hai jo bali wo toh auron se hi shuru hoti hai…

Aaj ghar baithe baithe log thakne lage hain,
Jis kaam se dur bhaagne ko chhutiyon ke liye taraste the,
Kehte the ek baar chhuti aa jane do, parivaar ke saath baithenge,
Maa ke pairon ke pass baithenge,
Unhe ab naukri azeez lagne lagi hai,
Ab wo hi parivaar se, maa baap se thakne lage Hain,
Haan jao tum bahar, zindagi bhi hans rahi hogi,
Jis company ke liye tum apne parivaar ko khatre mein daal rahe ho,
Kya wo tumko Corona ke saath bhi rakhegi?
Jab tumhara jism sadne lagega haspatal ke murdaghar mein,
Kya tumko tumhari ye naukri kandha degi?
Na dekh sakoge apno ko ek nazar aankhri baar,
dil ki kayi hasratein tumhari sang hi dafan ho jayengi,
Tumhare ghar mein bhi toh hain bachhe buddhe,
Inki arthiyon ko aag dena pade,
Kya tumhari naukri itni jaruri hai?

Tum khudkismat ho ki, tumhari koi majburi nahi hai,
Sadak par khade rahne wale havaldaar,
Khud ki jaan ko hatheli par rakhte nurse-doctor,
Jaisi koi duty nahi hai,
Parivaar hi shayad sab kuch hai,
Apna ghar hi aasra, shayad sabse surakshit maa ki god hi hai,
Isi umeed mein lakhon majdur apne ghar ko nikal pade hain,
Kahin hain nange khun se sane pair,
Toh kahin par pani ki bottle chappal bani hai,
Truck par boron se ladhkar,
Cycle, auto, kandhon par desh ki majburi chal rahi hai,
Aaj desh majbur hai,
Neta majbur hai, abhineta majbur hai,
Khilaadi majbur hai, sainik majbur hai,
Jo nahi dikhta us dushman ke saamne sab majbur hai,
Par shyaad apne AC kamre ki thandak mein mujhe ye majburi samajh nahi aayegi,
Na bikne ki wajah se sadakon par barbaad padi kisaan ki majburi mujhe samajh nahi aayegi,
Bhare pet se jo main aaj apni chaukhat ko laangne ke liye bekrar hun,
Mujhe train ki patri ke paas kati padi wo chand sukhi rotiyon ki bhukh kya samajh aayegi…
-N2S

Sleepless Nights

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a Sleepless girl looks at night sky

Sleepless…sleepless again,
Another long night,
It’s me back to the same old tragedy of
my bloodless fight,
Eyes wouldn’t close,
It’s late and cigarettes are being burned in rows,

Happiness is not cheap anymore,
It’s pricey and doesn’t stay for long,
The problem is, I can see my downfall from a mile
and still heading that way,
Who says I have free will?
All I do is what others say,



Love? Friendship? Work?
Seem just meaningless words,
Maybe they are just some silly reasons to pass another day,
Then this long night, I need some more words
or this restlessness won’t go away,

I can only hope that I sleep before these cigarettes perish,
Or maybe it’s just my another unfathomable wish,
Why I am like this?
Why I can’t close my eyes and see what everybody sees?
Meddled with thoughts of wrongs and rights,
It’s another of my sleepless nights…
– N2S
10092015

मंज़िल से पहले (Manjil Se Pehle)

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a boy looking at the sea appearing thoughtful

थी जो आग मुझमे,
जलती थी जो मेरे अंदर,
वजह थी वह हर खुशी की,
हर सपना उससे जगमगाता था,
कहती थी हसरत, कुछ हसीन है मंज़िल मेरी,
कुछ अलग सी तकदीर है मेरी,

उस मोड़ से दूर कहीं एक राह बहुत लंबी है,
जहाँ है थोड़ी यादें, लम्हों की कमी है,
डर लगता है की ये आग बीच राह में ही बुझ ना जाए,
जीतने की ये हसरत कहीं ऐसे ही सुख ना जाए,
हर बीता हुआ दिन कुछ और साँसे खर्च कर जाता है,
कुछ चेहरे, कुछ शिकवे बेवजह दे जाता है,



कदम चलता हूँ हज़ार मगर पर क्यूँ वहीं खड़ा हूँ मैं,
जितना समझुँ में खुद को उतना उलझता जाता हूँ मैं,
आँखें बंद करूँ तो दम सा घुट जाता है,
पर खुली आँखों से भी अंधेरा दूर कहाँ जाता है,
कभी कोशिश करता हूँ किसी को हँसाने की,
पर ये सोचकर ही हँसी बिखर जाती है की यह कोशिश कितनी झूठी है,
जब खुद ही दम तोड़ चुके है अरमान,
तो फिर मंज़िल से क्यूँ ये दूरी है,

हर जाती हुई शाम मुझे मेरे सपनों से दूर कर देती है,
और हर सुबह मेरे हसीन सपनो को तोड़ देती है,
धीरे धीरे ये आग बुझने लगी है,
पर जब देखता हूँ तो मेरी कहानी अब भी अधूरी सी है,
और जैसे कुछ कहानियाँ अक्सर ख़त्म हो जाती है मंज़िल से पहले,
बस एक डर है कहीं ये आग ना बुझ जाए मेरे जलने से पहले…
-N2S
20012012

1 AM Friend

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a woman sitting alone in the night and smoking

It’s 1 AM and my eyes are on the mobile screen,
have already read everyone’s posts, comments, and whining,
All cigarettes in the carton have perished,
and the sad playlist is almost finished,
But for me, there is still no sleep,
I wish to go out this time of the night,
lie on the road and watch the stars in the entire Galaxy,

I am in love,
but she is asleep,
the confusion, the restlessness engulfs my soul,
I wish she could see this,
With no expectations or any hope,
without any lie or pretend,
I need someone to talk,
I just need a 1 am friend,

Would talk food, would talk politics,
hours on movies, would talk anything about electronics,
Would listen to my favorite songs,
would discuss the rights and wrongs,
Then there would be stories,
ranging from horrors to comedies,



Mumbai streets would be our beds,
and the savory vada pav would fill us,
We would know there is no future for us;
We would be two lonely creatures of the night as such,
Smoke with me,
Share sleepless moments with me,
Fall on me,
and say whatever hurting,
Without any promises of togetherness,
Give my loneliness some meaning,

Like everything, these nights will also end,
But for now, my loneliness really needs a 1 am friend…
-N2S
13092015

There Is A Place

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a man looking at the evening sky
“There is a place in my heart,
where love is sleeping in peace…”

There is a place on the internet,
where beautiful music plays and incorrupt souls sing,
far from the glitz, glamour, noise and fancy things,
Artful creations ripped from the heart, drenched in nostalgic emotions,
Paintings with colors of life and brushes of reflections,
It doesn’t matter if every ear gets them,
Perhaps their beauty lies in whispering the silent rhythms,



There is a place in my city,
where only wanderers and dreamers dwell,
Looking up to the sunset, every day becomes farewell,
There is no haste, there is no chase,
Nobody owns it, and it’s everybody’s place,
Beauty doesn’t have to be praised always,
Sometimes it is just about a moment of cathartic taste,

There is a place in my heart,
where love is sleeping in peace,
Far from disguises, lies, and make-believe,
It is where nobody comes, nobody interferes,
Somewhere I am true, holding something I care,
Life is not about breathing, growing and dying,
Perhaps it is just about feeling…

-N2S