top of page
  • hashtagkalakar

30 Feb

By Ritik Koul


Likhu ab kya likhnay ko baccha kya,

main jitna bhi likhu hr baar lagge likha kya.

Socho kitna bee bhale tere baare,

Par insaan he hai dil lalach say nah kabhi barra gaa.

Shamo main jo nah saamne tu

saalo se lage mujhe phir har pal,

Tere intazar main jalla duu yaado ki mombatti

phir katro say moom mere ankho say pigal gya.

Main woh shayar jiski khushi ki aage laga hai khud,

Main woh haath jiski kismat ka aaga likha hai badh,

Main woh gaana jiska aaga khada hua bay,

Main woh naam jiske aaga gaddha hua gum.

Sanso se Sanse thotti jab tere baare mein bola

aaine ko maine sach,

Han woh sach hai ki thoodh diya usse koi jaane ga nah tujhe mujhse bhatar aab.




Jo bhi baatein thee baate hee rah gye,

Tere awaaz khayalon main rah gye,

Sunne wala tha bas ek par lagta hai,

Pooja main namaze kaam rah gyee.

Soya hua kon jaaga hua kon,

Sawal hai sab par Jawab hain kon,

Sunne wale toh hai Tees(30) february par

Sunne wale aye yaha needh main bee roz ab.

Hai woh sapnay he kya jo nah baade hoo,

Hai woh apnay he kya jo nah laade ho,

Hai woh zindagi hi kya jisme chehre pay hasi aur ander baara gum nah hoo.

Aasaman main dekho dur - dur tak gaharie,

Mehtab kee be chuur - chuur angadie,

iss jahan ka toh raaz he yahe hai

jaasa mann ho wasaa hee phir daata dekhiye.

Waffa ki aankhon mein toh khali arman hai,

Madad ka naam pay loog kartay ehsaan hai,

Mujhe chood ka challe gye hai mere rooh

bole pasand mujhko nah mera insaan hai.



By Ritik Koul




2 views0 comments

Recent Posts

See All

By Arlene Nayak I walk across the countryside Looking o’er the everlasting fields As the melodious tunes of a robin Hit my longing ears. The river flows ever serenely Through the undergrowth The gay f

By Arlene Nayak The ocean breeze blows through my hair The sand stretches for miles before meeting the cool water. The waves crash against the shore The sun sets, painting the sky a beautiful orange a

By Arlene Nayak It washes away all trace of life The lands are flooded Destruction is everywhere Broken cars litter the water Wood pieces of houses float on the water Old dolls bob up and down The tre

bottom of page