REMINISCENCE

Guzarna hota hai... 

uus tang chaurahe se jab kabhi...

un  rehnuma nazron ka...

upar uthna yaad aa jata hai.

chand lamhon ke roomani saath ki ,

chaanv me unke,

mujhe mera uus,

 beraham dhoop se bhi...

hanskar khelna,  aksar...

yaad aa jata hai....

 uss chaurahe par,

hamari mulaqatein, aksar khamosh...

baatein  kiya karti thin...

aaj - kal apne hi awaara lafzon me,

mujhe,

un khamoshiyon ka afsaana,

 yaad aa jata  hai.

shaayad wahi chehra,

haan....

yakeenan - wahi chehra

ab bhi,

dil ke kisi chipe kone se.....

jab bhi guzarna hota hai ...

usi tang chaurahe se jab kabhi...

in aankhon me...

ik laazmi see haqeqat ban

utaar jata hai.

Guzarna hota hai....

 uus tang chaurahe se jab kabhi.............

WOODEN VALLEY OF MY PAST

 sometimes,

while treading my dynamic present,

whenever i cross the wooden valley of my past,

where, tyrant autumn is a sad irony of today.

i see no one, but the bereaved footprints of my own.

so pristine and  so lively, still today.

sometimes,

when i become infidel and bluff my present,

i venture out into my past 

and drench myself into the rain of yesterday

and solace myself  in those non - existing moments

and says-

" if you were  my ever existing today and morrow".

sometimes,

whenever i cross the wooden valley of my past.......