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Nhi Kar Paya

By Piyush Mohandas Kharade


Nahi kar paya,


Jo ehsaas kiya woh nhi kar paya,

Koi konaa thaa jo saath mai chala,

Waqt mai waqt se baaten na kar paya,

Kuch dost they par kisi ko saath na rakh paya.


Nahi kar paya.


Raaste thik they, koshish ki chal sake,

Ruke hue boondoon mai koshish ki khudh ko sambhalne,

Sapna dekhe nikle hue is chakshu see,

Ho na sake pure atke hi reh gaya.


Nhi kar paya na sapne naa rahh kuch bhi kaaboo nhi kar paya.


Kahaani mai aya abb mod,


Ab mai bada ho gaya, Kahi door chala aya, 

Sabse dur sabse akel paane kuch jo socha na thaa,

Socha ho jayega sab thik, Khudse kare toh baan jaye har cheez,

Shuru hui daud, hum bhi bahaage,


Par, Jeet? Nhi kar paaye. Phir se. Usi daud ko mukamal nhi kar paye.


Dusra mod,


Koi mila humhe, Kisi se dil lagaya humne,

Khushi si mili thi wapas kai barso baad,

Laga shayad yahi toh hai sari Zindagi savarne ki shuruvaat,

Sab sahi bhi thaa achaa bhi thaa,


Par? Nahi kar paaye. Uss se bayaan hum. Nahi kar paya.


Theesra mod


Lag gaye is daud mai, Chale to rukk na sake,

Bhikarne laga,tutane laga koi pucche toh batane laga waqt ka mara,

Saapne aankhon mai bunate rahe, pure ho kuch khwaab yeh,

Kuch badle, kuch bikhre se shayaad haath hai,


Kar paaye? Kya yeh sach mai kuch khaas baat hai?


Chautha mod


Tum jee sake tum udd sake yeh bardasht ki baat hai,

Lamhe dar lamhe gujare yeh toh har kisi ka raaz hai,

Shayad hum bhi chale unke saath, Pure hone ko,

Kya yahi hai woh aakhri paigam jo kar de is kahanni ka naya aagaz?


Kar Paaye? Yeh sawaal hi jawaab kaa aasar hai.


Aakhi waqt,


Kaai saal baad yahi toh hoti hai naye daur ki shurvaat,

Jab bhooli bisri yaadon se, naye sapnon ki banati hai baat.

Jo kho gaya, so kho gaya, ab aane wala kal kare hum roshan,

Har 'nahi kar paya' ka ehsaas badle ab naya savera kar chale bayaan.


Kar Sake. Naa kar payee ko Mukamaal kar sake.


By Piyush Mohandas Kharade


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