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Finally some of it is here...

I has started writing this piece a long time back. I had quite spectacular goals for this one. I wanted it to be the best I would ever write. Hindi and Poetry... well I can write in them too...
I wrote quite a few stanzas before I left that at my parent's home, thinking that if I were not to read them, I would tend to forget all that made me write it in the first place. But no such luck. Anywayz last night...

All this is in addition to what I have written till now.... (not on the net) and I will enable unicode sometime and write that as well...(one of my major aim is to get a complete draft out)

"Tu"

Tu ek hansii khwaab ban ke reh jaa

Tum ek khwaab hi to ho,
Aati ho chalii jaati ho,
kabhi kabhi ek aah sii chhod jaati ho,
bharii sii zindagi ko viiran kar jaati ho

Tu ek hansii khwaab ban ke reh jaa

In paedon ki pattiyon ki sar-sarahat mein,
hansii chaandni mein ek dard jagaati ho,
sapnaa dekhtaa hoon ek dhuudhiyaa safed parvat ka,
sab taraf ashaar hi ashaar nazar aate hain,
Iss syaahi se tumhaare badan par apne nishaa chhod jaaon,
aur apne shabd tumhe udadha ke, vida karoon

Tu ek hansii khwaab ban ke reh jaa

saat ghante beete hain tumhe gaye huey,
kuchh do ghante aur de gayee ho mujhe,
kuch pal ujde se yahaan pade hain,
aur ek woh pal jo maine mutthii mein jakdaa huaa hai

Tu ek hansii khwaab ban ke reh jaa

Aaj akele baithe anayaas hi tum yaad aaye,
sab taraf ek hansii khushboo thii,
lagaa ki tum yahin kahin ho, aur aansuun umad aaye,
itnaa pyaar na karo mujhse, ki
seh naa sakoongaa, aur 'gar karo to,
rakhnaa vishwaas aur mat gin'naa pal

Tu ek hansii khwaab ban ke reh jaa

yeh samay tumhaare liye, mere liye,
akelepan mein bitaaye huey pal,
waqt ke khandhar mein, kuchh ujde saal,
pukaarte hain tumhe, tumhaare ehsaas ko aatur,
aur ab beet rahein hain, ki kal kuchh bhi naa rahegaa,
tum mere pal le lo, aur main tumhaare

Tu ek hansii khwaab ban ke reh jaa

mujhe dhoondne do, iss bheeni si mehek,
jo tumhaari hai, jo phusphusaa rahii hai,
mujhe yada-kada pukaar rahii hai,
aur praapt karne do moksh, tum mein

Tu ek hansii khwaab ban ke reh jaa

Iss zindagi mein kuchh kshana hain,
jo main samajh nahin paa rahaa hoon,
kuchh girehe hain jo khulte nahin,
kuchh pinjar jo akele sadd se rahe hain,
inme ek kshana hain, jab sab arth kho jaate hain,
aur ek woh jab sab mit jaata hai

Tu ek hansii khwaab ban ke reh jaa

chalo vaapis laut chalein,
jab naa tum tum they aur naa main main,
jab hum hum hii naa they,
jab hum ek dujey se judaa they

Tu ek hansii khwaab ban ke reh jaa

Aur kyaa hashra hogaa hamaara,
jab viiraan do taapoo se,
jinkaa chhor nahin miltaa,
rahenge khade hum, iss samay ke anth tak

Tu ek hansii khwaab ban ke reh jaa

waqt ke saath hum badal gaye,
mere ehsaas pe nishaa hain, aur
kuchh bhare huey se ghaav, aankhon ke kinaare
andhere, aur tumhaari yaadon ki shikan,
ab kuchh bachaa nahin, chhupaane bhar ko,
jab tum gaye, badal gaye sabhi maayane bhi

Tu ek hansii khwaab ban ke reh jaa

waqt hii kharaab rahaa hogaa,
main kuchh uljhaa uljhaa saa thaa,
shayad tum bhi, aur ab kyaa kahoon,
tumko to naa iss zindagi mein,
aur naa hii maut mein paa saktaa hoon,
samay ko rokne kii ek thakii sii koshish,
tuutaa huaa saa dhharyaa,
naa aage badhh paane kii himmat,
naa tumko jaane de paane ka saahas jutaa paa rahaa hoon, main

Tu ek hansii khwaab ban ke reh jaa

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