"MaaN" ( The Holy Mother)

This is my sorry, my regret......in fact its a sorry from every child of this world.....to his/her beloved Mother...for whatever arrogance...they have shown.....or said....

Just go to your flash back.....your teenage period.....
....when your adrenaline pumped..more than what is required...
....when right seems wrong...and wrong seems perfect....
....when...your choices...and your opinions with your family...never matches...
....when you were "Revolutionary" for outsiders.....and even bigger one for the insiders...
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Apne Zindagi ke...Kuch Waaqyon se...Kuch Apne Bachpan ki Yadon...ko tatolkar....
main koshish ker raha hoon...ki inhe kuch shabdon me simat sakoon....
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main jaanta hoon ki....ye asambhav si chaunati...hai...kyonki....
Kavita ka Shirshak..hi mool roop se itna Vishal hai......use chand shabdon...me..peedona...
Atishyokti hi lagta....hai...

....So..i think...this creation of mine...will be updated....and..added..with lots of stuffs...
feelings....untold stories......i come across....in near future or at a later stage....


.............Let the "SORRY" begin.........


Han meri maan hi to thi wo….
Pet mein asahaay dard,
Man mein ek sajeev khushi…
Aur palon mein purrn hone ka abhimaan….
Han ye jannm hai mera…..

Ek baat to ye bhi sach hai…
Mere bhagwaan ko bhi mile doosra paaydaan…
Kyonki meri maan sarvsreshtha hai, shirsh hai….
Na unke jaisa koi aur samaan……

Ki ab nanha ho chuka hoon main…
Koyi mujh mein Ram dekhta hai..
Koyi Krishna dhoondta hai…
Par meri maan ko hi na jaane kyon…
Meri khurdare shareer par bhi…
Koyi anjaan ungliyan bhata hi nahi…..

Ki rukha sukha hi sahi…..
Maan..ke niwalon ko chodker..aur kuch main khata hi nahi…..

Ki shayad ab bada ho gaya hoon main…
Maan ki pudi kheed ko chodker,
Hazaar nahi, laakh baar hi sahi..
Apni maan ke dil ko tod ker…
Plastic mein band cheezon ko khane laga hoon…

Magar ye kaisa badlaaw hai…
Mere antar..man mein…
Maan ke mashwaron ke peeth – peeche..
Unki har baton ke khilaaf..
Dabe hothon se kuch, man mein virodh liye..
Apni maan ke tez ko chodker…
Band kamron ke andheron..mein…
Ul –zalool badbadane laga hoon……main
Apni maan ke dil ko tod ker…
Plastic mein band cheezon ko khane laga hoon…

Ki iss jhoothe ghamand ko saath liye…
Kia ab mera bhi Wazood hai…
Khud ba khud…khud ko hi…
Samjhaane laga hoon…main.
Apni maan ke dil ko tod ker…
Plastic mein band cheezon ko khane laga hoon…

Kia ab aisa lagta hai ki….
Jiske Kokh se nau-mahine tak chipka raha
Usi maan se, pyaari maan se..
Bahut door, kahin door jaane lga hoon main…
Ki shayad ab bada ho gaya hoon main…
Meri maan , mere dost v yahi kahne lage hain…

Ki shayad ab bada ho gaya hoon main….
Aur meri maan choti , unki soch choti.….
Ki ab mera sikkaa chal gaya hai…
Aur meri maan khoti….
Ki ab kuch generation gap saa aa gaya hai…
Mujh mein aur meri maan ke darmiyaan….
Meri maan wahi sthir zameen hai….
Aur main phailta aasmaan…
Ki muj hmein..saara brahmaand hai….
Aur wo ek sookshm sa nishan…

(The Regret Part)

Kayi theories maine padhe…..
Kayi jeevon se poocha..
Kayi lecture maine sune….
Kahi se na koyi jawaab na mil saka….
Par ek baat par sab paith the ki…
Aulaad thakte hain sahi… (cheat)
Badalte hain khata aur bahi….
Par kisi apne maan ne v…
Kisi sautele ko v thaka nahi…
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Aulaad thakte hain sahi… (cheat)
Badalte hain khata aur bahi….


Laakh afsaane mile, aur laakh maanfiaan mili..
Par main to apne mein is qadar choor tha….
Maan ki baton ko galat saabit, kerne mein magroor tha…
Baat band thi….Moorkh dwand thi
Sach tha main…aur maan jhoothi…
Sahi tha main aur maaan tooti…

Na jaane kaun sa nasha chaya tha is qadar….
Maan ki aanchal ke jannat ko chod ker….
Bhatakta rahta tha dar-badr
Ontho pe jhoothi musqaan thi…
Aur man me macha rahta tha..gadar…

Roti chooti…Choti chooti…
Kisi ko galat saabit kere ke liye….
Anatarkalah se pran liye…
Hain to ab bhi wo haal wahi….
Jo saalon peeche chod aaya….
Mrit Sez par leta huwan hoon….
Marnaasan hai ab ye kaaya….
Yamdoot se baat hoti hai…
Kahte hain ki main jald hi aaya….

Par aisa kyon lagta hai ki….
Jaise ki koyi saaaya mujhe kheech raha ho…..
Jin aankhon, ko aansoon maine diye…
Wo amrit ban meri saanson ko seech raha ho…

Bas ek waada mujhse ker rahi hai meri maan…
Ki itni taaqat tere shiqwon se mili hai mujhe…
Ki yamdoot ho ya ho…phir Khud chale aaye Shiv…
Koyi mujhse pahle teri saanson ko bhed nahi sakta…
Kyonki wo maan hi to hai…
Jisne rakha har bête ki neev.

yamdoot ho ya ho…phir Khud chale aaye Shiv…