Lamba raasta aur chota safar- an experience!!!

A black coffee with a little sugar, and 'ye dooriyaan' sng in the bakgrnd..goin thru sme skul frnds ke profiles...made feel abslutly bak in skul..as if am at d basktball court, in a sweet pleasure of thot abt staring at my favorite girl and at d bak of my mind, a bit worried if sombdy might come thru d corridors frm asmbly stage ki side se..n catch me coz games period ko over hue 5 min. ho gye hain and sweating me is all busy seeing this girl wash her face..i knw she wud be excused fr being late and i will be paying..but m not thinking abt that....she is still there and so am I.....it feels so gud that I can write all day abt it!...Being a writer is not always a gud feel but these are some moments when it feels precious or blessed!!!
Its damn hot out but somehow I am feeling as its cloudy around.....aur tez thandi hawa halke halke lag rahi hai.....god I am falling....I will stop it here frens!

रात के इस छोर पर .....

Raat ke is chhor par....
I generally give a description about my write ups, but this is one poem, for which I strongly feel to choose silence. However, I would just end up mentioning that it was a saturday night, where on one side had spent a busy week in office and the other side was a Sunday with no plans and promise ....and this is what went through mind that night!
I would thanks shankar sir for asking me to post it in Hindi. It feels good and is much more clearer in expression.
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रात के इस छोर पर......

कल रात जगमगाती हुई

मेरी चौखट पर आ सो गयी

मैं निहारता रहा

वो सितारों में ओझल हो गयी

कल सवेरा आयेगा

चिट्ठी देने को कहा

लिखा था

ख़ुशी का पिटारा देना

सुबह ने चुटकी ली

घडी की सुइयों की आवाज़

पाजेब का शोर करने लगी

मैंने ढूंडा दरबदर

वो जैसे इशारा कर ही रह गयी

बेखबर हर पहर

गुज़र गया नजदीक से

रात फिर चौखट पर मेरी

ग्लानी भरे हाथ जोड़े खडी

मैं मुस्कुराता , दिल बहलाता

गीत पुराना कोई गुनगुनाया

दरवाज़े पे कड़ी लगा दी

रात कहानी सुना रहा हूँ

थपकियों की आहट में

रात ,चांदनी समेट सो गयी

मैं निहारने लगा

की कहीं किरण रवि की

खिड़की से गिर पड़ी

फिर दिन बरसने को था खड़ा

और रात नम चलने लगी

जाते जाते कहा

मैं कहानी नहीं एक रात की

मैं किस्सा दिन भर घुटते जज़्बात की हूँ

कल फिर मिलेंगे

तुम कुछ न बोलना

मुझे समझने देना ,कहने देना

कहना जो इन दीवारों के रंग को है

घडी खिड़की कटी पतंग को है

कहना जो इन अधलिखे कागजों के ढेर को है

ममता प्यार यकीन के फेर को है

कहना जो बरसात की बूँद को है

आँगन गली बचपन की गूँज को है

कहना जो तुमको खुद से है

हर कविता में टटोलते सुख से है

प्यार से ख्याल से

आईने के सवाल से

मैं कहानी नहीं एक रात की

मैं कहानी नहीं एक रात की ...

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...यह कह रात मेरे हाथ

एक कागज़ की पुडिया सी मुट्ठी

में थमा कर चली गयी।

खोला फिर कुछ साफ़ किया

देखा कुछ लिखा था ....

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"ख़ामोशी के शामियाने

जो लगा रखे हैं तुमने

मुस्कुराहटों के अलाव से जगमग

दिखती है कुछ ख़ुशी जो लगभग

वो शामियाना भी गिर जायेगा

और मुस्कुराकर नाटक जो करते हो

वो ढोंग भी जल जायेगा ."

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अंत में कोष्ठक में लिखा था.....

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"नित निरंतर प्रयत्न करो

पर जो हो , उतना ही जतन करो

अंकुश अविल्म्भ हटा दो तुम

जीवन्तता परिधान बना लो तुम "

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....और इतने में ही अचानक दरवाज़ा खटका

आकुल स्वर में मैंने नाम पूछा

अहिस्ता से ज़मीन पर उसने तलवा रगडा

पर जैसे छुपते छुपते भी

पाजेब खुद को रोक न सकी

मेरी दिलचस्पी बढ़ी

और इस दफा आवाज़ थोड़ी और कसी

कोई खिलखिलाकर कर हंस पड़ा

जैसे एक एक घुंघरू गिर रहा

मैं भी साथ में हंस पड़ा

हँसता रहा हँसता रहा

कड़ी खोली

आँखें मसली

और सुबह के पिटारे से निकली

सपनो से हकीकत में पिघली

मेरी कहानी मेरा ही अक्स

मेरा अपना कोई पुराना शक्स।

---पलोक सिंह

Mujhme Rakha Kya Hai..

Well, after a really long time, I am posting again one of my poems. However this particular piece of write up has nothing to do with the meantime. It was just as spontaneous and immediate as any good poem.

The poem is about a guy who is proposed by a girl but he could not accept it. He had this strong feeling that he is not the guy for this girl, and this is what he is explaining to this girl. I was just discovering this situation, where I got this question in my mind...is he really not the right guy for this girl, because he cares, he is concerned and put in his energy to push her in a better world..???

Whats your take..??

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tera meri taqdeer mein rakha kya hai

dil khuda nahin mera, fir tera khwaab kya hai

kuch khaas nahin, bas chand tedi medhi

lakeerein hain hath mein mere

gehri hain bahut jaise pasre hain andhere

meri zameen pe khichi, to bat kya sab kuch

tera asmaan bat jaye jo to fir mila kya hai....

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bahut khoobsurat hote hain khwaab

tu ye gunah na karwa

pakeezah si khwahishon mein

mjhse daag na lagwa

teri farmaishon mein

meri nakami ka mulk na ban jaye

ki fateh hum na kar sakein ise

aur dard se daman na bhar jaye

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mere is khyal ko kuch to tawazzo de

jirah nahin hai tujhse

bas ek darkhwaast samajh le

ki aur na aazma mujhe

main hun nahin shaqs wo wajib

chod bhi is sune shahar mein basa kya hai

tera meri taqdeer mein rakha kya hai...

-Palok Singh

Do toook!

Here is a ghazal where a human being in a human being's body, is talking to his god. He shows his worries and concerns towards the distance that man is raising every day, away from the god. I hope that it appeals!

Mandir masjidon mein bhi bhagwaan nahi milta

Kisi ki aankhon mein jhanko to insaan nahi milta

Ye ajeeb duniya ho gayi hai teri

Yahan teri meri zarurat ka samaan nahi milta.

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Khuli dukaan hai aadmi, band dilon ke darwaaze

Aansuon ke bhaav par, milte khushiyon ke behlave

Ghut ghut ke mar leta hai aadmi, ab yahan shamshan nahi milta

Yahan teri meri zarurat ka samaan nahin milta.

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Teri sikhayi seekhon ka, yahan sab remix banaya karte hain

Rishton ki dor se sab khoob pech ladaya karte hain

Yahan waqt itna kimti hai ki kisi ko waqt nahin milta

Yahan teri meri zarurat ka samaan nahin milta.

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Rashq karega ab tu bhi kispar, yahan log ab tera ehsaan nahin mante

Khoob sajayi duniya mohabbat se tune, par log use ‘disorder’ se kuch alag nahi mante

Tere jazbaaton pe khud rona aata tujhe, par achha hai jo ab tu yahan nahin rehta

Yahan teri meri zarurat ka samaan nahin milta.

-Palok Singh

Haai paisaaa...!!!

The poem tells the thinking of a young boy who is finding himself a complete misfit in this money driven and rapidly mechanising world. As a poet I had tried to dig out the vaccantness of love, life and simplicity in the present day world. We feel the need and are trying to ease our lives every day, by endless means derived of the human brain. But if we really look at the advancement so far in the history, I can see more of complications than ease. Well,that might be just one more perception but since I have had faith in simple living, here is a piece of expression by me. I hope you all will appreciate. Thanks!


Haai paisaaa...!!!
Jal mein jaise pratibimba ghul jaye,
sapnon mein jaise jeevan mil jaye,
aise hi mere sada se rehan par,
waqt ki gatisheelta bhari pad aayi hai.
paise aur kismat ki bhi lagi
mujhse purani koi ruswayi hai,
pehla hai jo kabhi tikta nahi,
aur duja nahi tikne deta hai.
Bhai-behnon ki kitabon mein,
main ab ek nikkami adat hun.
Aur pyari si meri maa ki ankhon mein,
asha ki khilafat hun.
Dekh mujhe kabhi tapakta,
babuji ki ankhon mein noor nahin.
Retro ke chashmon mein unke,
main hun ek khote sikke jaisa.
Haai paisa ye paisa kaisa.
Jeena bhi doobhar ho jaye,
jaise marna sa jeekar ho jaye.
Hath mein aye is sunehre panchi ko
main aksar fanaa kar deta hun.
Dosh lage mujhe ye
na dosh ke jaisa
Haai paisa ye paisa kaisa.

Suron se pehle bolon ki
mehangai sunai de jaye,
Nangi video mein remix ko bhi
bazaar dikhai de jaye,
Jahan call sasti karne ki
hod to sab mein ho,
par bhooke pet ko bharne ko
koi bin paise ke
jhoota bhi khana lata nahin hai.
Aag lage meri footi kismat ko
hath tumhare nahin tikta paisa,
-girlfriend bhi ye kehkar roti hai.
Aur sach kahun to bin paise ke,
kuch dikkat to mujhe bhi hoti hai.
Money may not be everything
but has the power to buy everything.
mere shubhchintak kehlanewale ye samjhate hain.
par is Sale-Purchase ki duniya mein sahab,
main hun bas ek MRP ki chippi jaisa.
Haai paisa ye paisa kaisa.
Insan ka bhi mol laga jaye.
Aur zindagi to jaise kahin
kataron mein peeche reh jaye.
Main hanskar is bazaar mein
oonchi boli mein bikta hun.
Jane kyun ab ye lagta hai, ae humnafaz
na kuch tere jaisa,
aur na ab kuch mere jaisa.
Haai paisa ye paisa kaisa....
Haai paisa ye paisa kaisa....

-Palok Singh

around the corner

Around the corner…

Love has always been around the corner
But then I don’t know why I am so worried.
The nature seems to be pulling sarcasm on me,
on me and the hollow shell of my life.
It may have been giggling your throats to a elongated size.
But even when everything works like a perfect man,
I feel the emptiness now and then.
There are so many stories around my past and present,
but none of them are like the one I meant.
Be it any stage of my life,
to my holy fate things were always in discounted size.
And then love,
Love has always been around the corner.

I don’t know whether I always stood apart,
Or love had deliberately been around the corner
I am sure I was not in the center,
for people in the center are inflated rather being discounted.
Then again where have I been?
It is interesting and I am still thinking.
Every time I think and go around my head,
I keep on memorizing and try to figure what’s that?
A self dominated yet my kind of girl
I can see a vague picture
but the thought is clear and fresh
I am sure its you and you don’t be worried,
its me around your corner, trust me.
And then love
Love has always been around the corner.
-Palok Singh