Intakaam

By Ankit Chaudhari

Likhana chahu to purane samay ki,

wo baat hai, bite jastbad, ek tarfi pukaar, aur kuch adhure se khwaabon ki,

wo ek yaad hai.

Ab yadonkibhi yaad badi mushkil se ati hai, bhari jawani me bhi ab,

zinda rahne ki wajah bhi,

ruk-ruk ke aati hai. Par ab aa hi gayi hai to, chali bhi jayegi, thoda samay bitakar, phir se ekela chod hi jayegi.

Kal ka naya din bhi,

purana ban beet hi jayega, par najane kab hume, wo ek raat ki raahat bhari nind phir se ayegi.

Maza naya sa hota hai, par mizaz hote hai purane. Jasbaat naye se hote hai, par alfaz hote hai purane. Biti zindagi se umarti hai, naye palon ki khwahis, chahat naye se hoti hai, par intakaam ho jate hai purane.

By Ankit Chaudhari