maine pehle chalk se likhne ki koshish ki...
bahut kuch likha...magar kuch nahi dikha...
phir maa boli pencil se likho beta...
pencil chalaayi..khoob gadaayi...todi...chheeli..ghisi..
thook se mitaane mein kaagaz kaala kar gaye...
rubber khareeda ragdaa phir bhi nishaan chhoot gaye...
us phat chuke kaagaz ko copy mein dabaa kar rakha,
magar woh pehle jaisa na huaa, na nishaan mite..
tab kalam khareedi...bade man se syaahi bhari..giraayi..bahaai..
kaagaz pe nishaan daale...thook se ragda...phaada..
dost bole pen use karo...koshish ki..woh na chali...
kaagaz pe line kheenchi magar pen na pighli...
yeh kaagaz meri maa ne mujhme jo phoonki thi woh zindagi thi...
shayad aaj bhi us phat chuke kaale ho chuke kaagaz ko talaash hai..
kisi ki jo likh sake uspe kuch sundar...
jo na jawaani ki pen ki tarah sakth ho...
jo na yauwan ki maasoom kalam ho...syaahi se dabdaaati...
jo na bachpan ki anjaan pencil ho...chhil chjil mit jaane waali..
jo na abodh chalk khadiyaa ho...jise samajh bhi na sake koi...
phir ho to kya ho...
5 टिप्पणियां:
wow!! awesome. one of best i have come accross.
how simply and in detail u have said the whole story.
keep up.
sabko bodh hai kabhi wo bhi the.. to phir kyun kiya prayaas itna saara is bodh ko pane ke liye..
Khushi to tab hoti jab us kaagaz pe koi sunderta se likhta.
To phir kyun khush hai dil aaj kisi ke usi chaahat ko padh ke..
no comments.....we already discussed abt it on phone....
amazing sense of description of life... just loved it...
एक टिप्पणी भेजें