ek roshini hai.....

ek roshini hai,
fisalti hui,
priyam ke man ke aangan se,
prem ke galiyaro se|

veh roshini hai
prabal jaise vishaal kaye vriksho ki tarha,
vriksh, ummeedo ke,
uunchi gagan chumbi icchaon ke,
rope hue kai varsho pehle,
pale-pose prem-rashmi se|

parantu ek kathin paristhiti hai|

jisne un aashao ko seencha
apne man darpan se,
apni kiranorpan se,
veh roshini hai
fisalti hui,
priyam ke man ke aangan se,
prem ke galiyaro se|

veh roshini hai
nirantar jaise madhur sangeet bansuri ka,
bin avarodh,
barish se lambi madhur taan,
jisne mantra mugadh kiya hriday drishti ko,
veh hriday gaan hai hriday antar main|

parantu ek kathin paristhiti hai|

jisne us geet ke bol likhe,
apni kirno ke kalam se,
apni swapn dwaat se,
veh roshini hai
fisalti hui,
priyam ke man ke aangan se,
prem ke galiyaro se||

veh roshini hai
rochak jaise yeh virah-awastha,
adbhut,
kisi vishay-vastu ki tarha,
ek kavita ke ansh se nikli,
keval ek paroksh-awastha|

parantu ek kathin paristhiti hai|

jisne is adrishya ras ka prawah kiya,
apni aseem gati se,
apni aseem shakti se,
veh roshini hai
fisalti hui,
priyam ke man ke aangan se,
prem ke galiyaro se||

jo yeh roshini hai
fisal rahi,
prem ke galiyaro se,
nabh nir avni taro se,
ek ansh peecche cchut raha||
rachnantargat jo icchayen thi,
veh lipt hai gehen viyog main|
par yadi main is par vilay karu,
to main prem-parmahans nahi|
aur yadi niswarth prem ka aadhaar samjhu,
to mera satyarth prakash vahi|

parantu ek kathin paristhiti hai|

jisse bani mere jeevan ki aadhaar samhita,
mere prem ki pramanikta,
mere prem ki sundarta,
veh roshini hai
fisalti hui,
priyam ke man ke aangan se,
prem ke galiyaro se||

mrityu yatra

kucch pal cchin aur samay ke pagh chin,
lambi kahani aur pal main cchin binn.
kucch gucche hai salon se,
ikattha hue kaii ke ghar.
do kinare hai soch ke,
aur rasta ider na udhar.

bas beech sadak chalti hai,
pata nahi shayed sadiyon se.
jis taraf kisi ka rukh nahi,
sirf parcchaiyan chalti hai us raste pe.

ye parcchaiyan badi dundli hai,
zehen se lipti yadon ki tarha.
isi khayal se juda ik falsafa hai,
jo yahi hai par kahi bhi nahi.

rozana kafile chalte hai,
bude kahi aur jawan kahi.
bas safed libaas pehne hue,
aur hath main koi samaan nahi.

yeh ek mrityu yatra hai,
yaha kisi ki nahi chalti.
khaak se uthe due ki tarha,
aasma main kahi gum ho jati.
ye na dikhne wali yaden
fir barasti hai barish bankar
dil tak gehre do zarro se
aksar behti hai aansu bankar.