Zindagi - Ek Paheli

Sochke hi kesa lgta hai... Kese zindagi ho skti hai traffic signal pe.. Par har kisi K zindagi ka ek usul hai.. Kisi Ko nhi pta k kesa hai... Aj signal pe khade hoke khayal aya Ajeeb sa... Kitni mushkilo ka Samna hota hai inka Na paise hai, na dhang k kapde, Fr bhi kadakti Dhoop me Vo nange paw hai khade.. Khane Ko ann nahi, Aur bache-budhe ro rhe Gariyon ki Raftaar me, Sab Jese kho Gaye... Na logo me daya hai na hi Mamta, Ajkal k logo Ko bss paisa aur nafrat hi jamta. Bhul gaye hai log vo pyaar aur daya , Smjhte kyun nhi ye to srishti ki hai kaya. Paiso k jaal ki hai ye kesi maya, Jisne palta logo ki dilo ki kaya Desh unnati k kagar pe chal raha , Logo ka dil dhara k dhara hi raha. Bss reh gya sagar nafrat ka , Farak nhi pdta logo ka bakio ka. Fitratein ho gai hai kharab, Buri latt jese ho Sharab. Kitna mushkil  hai naa bheekh mangna... Par bina uske unki zindagi nhi chalna, Kitni khai hongi unhone Thokarein Fir bhi khtam nhi hoti hai unki mushkilen K...

Zindagi bahut udas thi bin un k, Vo aae to khusiyaa thi hamare daman me, Unka wo sath vo pyar ka ahsaas, Jinhone meri khushiyon ko bnaya khaas…   Or kyaduaa mange us uparwale s un k sath k liae, Uparwale ka sath h unka wo sath, Unki wo madhoshkr dene walimuskan, Unke wo bato bat krne ka ekniralaandaj, Unka wo kayamat s kayamattak ka sath, Mahsuskiaakhudkohameshabahut hi khusnaseeb is dunia m, Paya khud ko hamesha bahut hi khas unke sath m.     Khusnaseeb to bahutthe ham pakar unka sath , Par ptani tha bhut jald aegi bichadne wali raath Savere hote gae.. raat hoti gai.. Jese raahe chal rhi thi vese hi chalet chali gai…   Aakhir, vo din aagya jis din tha humein bichadna, Lga k kyu hi hota hai vo pyaar, jab samay ne hmare sath nahi chalna. Samjh hi nhi aya k dosh kisko de, khud ko ya khuda ko Do baar pyaar mila aur cheen bhi liya….   Mene kha khuda se, Jab sath hi nhi tha uska to milaya kyu ? Aur ye kahsmakash hi kyu ? ...

This poem is written by me and I want to Dedicated  this to Arunima Sinha.... Sun k teri kahani, Ruh kaap gai meri... Jab btaya tune jo kuch bhi hua tere sath Seham gai me, k kese bitayein honge tune vo raat.. Logo ko tanakashi, Vo prernahin wali batein, Tera manobal gira dena... Tu sab kuch sehti rhi.. Kaise?? Akhir kese jhel gai tu vo sab?? Jo dil ko cheerti hui nikal jae... Par tu haar nahi mani.... Tu haar nahi mani.... Tune chun lia apna rasta... K tujhe himalaya k choti par chadna hai... Aur Kuch kar k dikhana hai... Logo ki Batein to kbhi hongi nhi khtm Unka tujhe rokna bhi hoga nhi  khtm ... Har mod par aise logo se hua tera samna Jo nhi chah rhe the tera manobal bdana... Par tu to vo hira hai.. Tu to vo hira hai.. Jo koyle ko bhi cheerte hue nikl jae.. Tune apne apse utsah ko alag nhi hone dia Aur apne lakshya ki aur bdti chali gai...Bdti chali gai.. Tu apne lakshya ki aur bdti chali gai... Ye bhi nhi socha...kitni mushkile ayengi... Kitni b...

Zindagi k kuch pal aise hote hai, Jisko ap lafzo me byaan ni kr skte, Kuch pal aise jisme ... Aakhen nam hoti hai , dil me dard bhara hota hai, Kuch bhi nhi smjh ata k ho kya raha hai.. Kisi se pyaar hota hai to izhaar nhi hota Izhaar kisi trah hota hai to nhi bn pati usse.. Kuch lamhe aise k, Jab lage k tham sa gya hai safar. Nadiyan-sagar hai har jgah, Par koi kinara nhi. Raste hote hai par, anjaan j Do raahe,Jinka koi milan nhi.. Vichitrata hoti hai mann me Par keh nhi paate Ajeeb duvidha hai naa? Zuban h fr bhi , Bezubaan Aakhon gile par , behte nhi, Smjh hi nhi ata k konsa mod h Kya ye Zindagi ka hai koi khel .. Ya koi pariksha, Jawab hai fr b hai ye kora kagaz koi ni akhir hai to ye waqt hi, guzar hi jayega Hai andhera aj to kl savera b ayega Par Asha k lau ko bhujna ni dena h ab Ek din zrur ayega jb thik ho jayega sb..... ~ Ranjana chakraborty

Fake friends? Yes, world is full of fake friends... Stuck somewhere between those.. What should I called luck or what?? Sometimes I feel... People are not interested in talking to me but, still they're talking.. Don't know why, just for sake I guess... Or for the timepass ... Or because they get bored sometimes... I am the only actor by that time, Who only listens what they were talking about... Not understands even a single word.. Why they're talking so much... Every words bounce from my head... But still they are talking... I never understand, from where they will get bundles of topics. They just stops one topic and suddenly started another... M not your best friend, Neither your close friends... Still I have to play the role at that time... When they shut their chatter box, Then it should be my turn to speak up... When I open up my mouth to speak.. They just left...by saying they were busy.... Either started another topics... And my w...

Howls ? Chaos? Or confusion?  Many synonyms for all this mess. I abide with brain full of observations, And a Heart that is full of strain. I am lost in a crowd, Trying to reach somewhere, Faces keep on passing me by, No one seems to reach nowhere. The few names I call, Refuse to know me, I am caged by people, I find it difficult to be free. This crowd only creates a uproar, I don't want to chase these people, They just kill all my strength, Turns me from bold to too much helpless and weak. Everyone seems to compete with someone, But, I don't to be part of any race, I affect my life, yes I do, So, I will live it at my own pace. Thus, this moment I stop and breathe, Taking a step back, keeping myself slow, Only to make sure when I'll come back, it will be bull's eye where I'll hit my arrow. ~Ranjana chakraborty