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Kuchh Raatein

कुछ रातें ऐसी होती हैं

अधखुली आँखें
आधी सोयी, आधी जागी
ख्वाबों की दस्तक पर
चौंक उठती हैं
कुछ रातें ऐसी होती हैं

रेडियो वाली लड़की
हंसती है, खिलखिलाती है
बेनाम उस आवाज़ से
जाने कितनी गिरहें खुलती हैं
कुछ रातें ऐसी होती हैं

खिड़की में चाँद और
करवटें, और करवटें
डेढ़ पहर रात्री
चांदनी में कटती है
कुछ रातें ऐसी होती हैं

ज़हन में कुछ शब्द आते हैं
अधूरी जो नज़्म बनती है
उजाले से डरे दिल का सच
अँधेरे में बेख़ौफ़ कहती हैं
कुछ रातें ऐसी होती हैं

धुंधलाने लगता है सब
चांदनी फीकी पड़ने लगती है
सब अधुरा सा रह जाता है
अधूरे ख्वाब, अधूरी नज़्म
अधूरे गाँठ, अधूरी रात
सुबह की पहली किरणें
रात के स्लेट को साफ़ कर देती हैं
कुछ रातें .....


For those whose hindi font is not working

Kuchh raatein aisi hoti hain

adhkhuli ankhen
aadhi soyi, aadhi jaagi
khwabon ki dastak par
chaunk uthi hain
kuchh raatein aisi hoti hain

radio wali ladki
hansti hai, khilkhilati hai
benaam us awaz se
jane kitni girhein khulti hain
kuchh raatein aisi hoti hain

khidki mein chand aur
karwatein, aur karwatein
dedh pahar raat
chandni mien kat.ti hain
kuchh raatein aisi hoti hain

zehen mein kuchh shabd aate hain
adhuri jo nazm banti hai
ujale se dare dil ka sach
andhere mein bekhauf kehti hain
kuchh raatein aisi hoti hain

dhundhlane lagta hai sab
chandni feeki padne lagti hai
sab adhura sa reh jata hai
adhure khwab, ahduri nazm
ahduri gaanth, adhuri raat
subah ki pehli kiranein
raat ka slate saaf kar deti hain
kuchh raatein ....

Comments

  1. Its good...you cud hv used more symbols related to slate early in the poem like chalk, batti, etc.That wud have increased the significance of using slate at last. Nyways wonderful words u used this time. keep up.

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  3. yeh kya aap sirf nisha ko dosh dete hai..
    khwabo ka naam lekar khud ko unse jor lete hai..
    blog ki toh barsaat hi barsaat hai..
    lekin fir bhi jaane kyu inme mein bhi adhuri si kuch baat hai..

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  4. @khare: thanks !!

    @seasons: aap pehle khud ko introduce kijiye fir hum apni safai pesh karenge

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  5. amazing!!! I think seasonS do not need any intro .. moreover first year already passed :P
    So grow up!!
    :D
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    Anyways nice blogs Sir.. :)

    from: a follower
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  6. ek khubsurat parchai dikhai deti hain
    khwabo mein wo swapn pari dikhai deti hain
    hasti hain khilkhilati hain
    hath pakad swapn lok ki sair pe lejati hain
    kuch ratein aisi "bhi" hoti hain

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  7. सही कहा! रातें ऐसी ही होती है. मन के विचारों का सजीव चित्रण आपकी कलम बखूबी कर रही है!!!!!

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