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Reflection (Please Listen To The Audio For Better Feel Of The Poetry)

Feb 28, 2023
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By Parita Jain


Tu kya jane mere mann me kya rehta hain Khamoshi ki bediyo me uljha ek zalzala uthta hain, Dard ka ek gehra samandar behta hain, Jo iss duniya me zaleel ho, esa ek armaan rehta hain, Jo harr kisiki soch ke pareh ho, esa ek khwaab rehta hain, Tu kya samjhega mere antrang ki iss abtari ko, Tu to khud hi khud se roz mukarta hain, tu to khud hi khud ko ansuna karta hain, Mene aaj apne andar simti ek duniya ko jana hain, Jisne harr pal mujhe mujhme piroya, mene aaj apne andar uljhe uss dhage ko pehchana hain.



Mene aaj jana hain, ab tak mene apne apni soch ka harr aks bayhiss jaan pe hi wara hain, mene jo bhi srijaya hain, wo sab to unn murdo ne thukraya hain, mene ashqo ke aaftaab ko unn banavati andhero me khoya hain. Apni bekhudi me mene khudko hi gawaya hain, sachai ki talash me mukammal hoke bhi khudko hi kosa hain, khudko hi toda hain, khudko hi gunahgaar bhi bola hain. Nahi ye jahan to mera tha hi nahi, ye jo me hu aaj, wo me hu hi nahi, Mere bhitar to koi aur hi rehta hain, Jo harr lamhe me apni awaaz sunna chahata hain, jo harr duhaiyo se durr, khudko kuch banana chahata hain, jo unn bebas aatisho se aazad hona chahta hain, Chingariyo ki tarah khuli hawao me ghum ho jana chahata hain, ek ese jaha me rehna chahata hain, jahan sahi galat ki diware na ho, jaha wo khud hi khud ke liye kafi ho, khud par farmayi harr berehmi se durr, Wo ab khudko aazad karna chahata hain, khudke liye jeena chahata hain, mrityu aur jeevan ki iss fasle me, ab wo apne harr tute hisse ko ek mukkammal kahani ka kissa banana chata hain, haan, wo asal maino me jeena chahta hain!


By Parita Jain





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