Hum Bichchre The

Aankhen band karta hoon, nami ban ke chedhti ho;
Aankhen kholta hoon, duniya ban ke chidhati ho.
Saans chodhta hoon, behoshi ban ke chah jati ho;
Saans leta hoon, zevar ban ke zindagi ki bahon ko sajati ho.

Yaadein saap ban ke lipti hain...
Pairon par, kamar par, haatho main aur wahan...
Jahan koi zaher asar nahi karta.
Shayad maut bhi nahi.

Dard Ganga naha chuka hai.
Dil Namaz padh chuka hai.
Sawaal ka jawaab sawaal se kyon deti ho?
Intezaar bhi toh pyar ka ek saya hain.


Khule main sota hoon, kabhi toh falak se nunhe-munhe khat ban ke barsogi.
Un Khaton se bheeg kar dooriyaan mitengi toh nahi
Lekin,
Sapno ke tikhe sharbat main beetein mithein din zarur ghul jayenge.



By: NovoneeL ChakrabortY

The Choice

I REMEMBER...

Once in my third standard a boy was punished for stealing another student’s chocolate. The teacher had asked him to stretch his hands. He did. In one he was holding onto the half eaten chocolate while the other was open. The teacher boxed his ears and hit the open hand hard with a stick. And still the boy had smiled.

I HAVE REALIZED...

Whenever life gives us a chocolate in one hand it simultaneously hits our other hand hard. And it’s our choice (simple?) what we want to focus on: the pain generated by the stick or the pleasure of getting a chocolate.

By: NovoneeL ChakrabortY