Hamaaree Sahyatra

kabhee-kabhee jeevan koee ghoShaNaa naheen karataa—
vah bas bahataa hai,
jaise koee puraanaa raag,
dheere-dheere aatmaa men utarataa huaa,
binaa shor, binaa aagrah.

hamaare saath ke tees varSh poorN hue hain.
kabhee lagataa hai hamane samay ko jiyaa,
kabhee lagataa hai samay ne hamen taraashaa.
yah saath keval varSh naheen the—
yah do aatmaaon kaa maun sanvaad thaa,
jo shabdon se pare,
par bhaavon se bharapoor rahaa.

jab hamane saath chalanaa shuroo kiyaa,
tum the svapnadraShTaa—
shabdon ke jaadoogar,
bhaviShy ke rangeen rekhaachitron men Doobe hue.
aur main…
main thee vah zameen,
jisane tumhaare sapanon ko Tikane kee ThanDak dee.
jahaa(n) prem koee pradarshan naheen,
balki har din nibhaaee gaee chhoTee-chhoTee j़immedaariyaa(n) theen,
jo jeevan ko ek geet banaatee raheen—dheemaa, madhur, sachchaa.

mainne jaanaa,
jeevan koee vishaal granth naheen hotaa,
vah hotaa hai rasoee kee garam bhaap,
bachchon kee ha(n)see men khoe hue shabd,
maa(n) ke phon kee chintaa,
aur thakaan bhare kShaNon men chupachaap banee chaay kee tasallee.

tumase mainne seekhaa—
prem ko chillaane kee j़roorat naheen,
vah maun men bahataa hai,
kabhee tumhaaree naj़r kee kor se,
to kabhee tumhaare haathon kee garmee men.
tumhaare sneh ne mere bheetar kavitaa ko janm diyaa—
jo kisee Daayaree men naheen,
balki tumhaare saannidhy men har din likhee jaatee rahee.

daarshanik kahate hain—
prem aatmaa kaa vistaar hai.
aur mainne tumhaare sang jaanaa,
ki jab aatmaa kisee aur ke lie jagah banaa letee hai,
to vahee banataa hai prem,
sahacharaN, aur eeshvar kee anubhooti.

in tees varShon men hamane bahut kuchh paayaa—
anaginat sukh, thakan, sangharSh, aur chhoTe-chhoTe ullaas.
kuchh khoyaa bhee—kuchh avasar, kuchh svapn,
par jo kabhee naheen TooTaa—vah thaa hamaaraa vishvaas.

aur yah vishvaas,
ek maun pul kee tarah rahaa—
jo hamen har asahamati ke baad bhee
ek-doosare tak vaapas laataa rahaa.
dheere-dheere, phir se, har baar.

tumane mere jeevan ko keval ‘poorN’ naheen,
balki ‘sanpoorN’ banaa diyaa.
jahaa(n) prem men shaanti hai,
aur peeD़aa men bhee saundary.

agar tum n hote,
to shaayad main sirph ek stree hotee—
kartavyon men lipaTee, svapnon se door.
par tumhaare saath main ek sRjan ban paaee,
jo har din tumhen dekh
naye arth rachatee rahee.

ab—jab hamaare tees baras poore hue hain,
n koee aabhooShaN hai, n koee baD़aa vachan,
bas ek saadee-see praarthanaa hai—

ki aage bhee main tumhen vaise hee dekh sakoo(n),
jaise koee stree apanee pahalee kavitaa ko paDh़tee hai—
halkee jhijhak ke saath,
par gaharaaee se juD़ee huee,
har baar use aur adhik samajhatee huee.

tum meree sabase sthaayee, sabase sajeev kavitaa ho.
aur main…
ab bhee tumhaaree paaThikaa hoo(n)—man se, aatmaa se.
sadaiv tumhaaree.

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