लम्बी बिरहाई के बाद
आख़िर तुम आ गये !!
आज तुमने अपनी कसम निभाई
आख़िर तुम आ ही गये .
कई साथी आए कई गये
मैं अकेली चलती रही ...
इस सफ़र के शुरुआत से
मैं अकेली ही चलती रही ...
कभी दिन, कभी रात !
बस तुम्हारी आस थी .
कभी पतझड़, कभी बरसात.
बस इक तुम्हारी ही तो आस थी ..
इस सफ़र कि ढलती शाम में
इक साथी की कमी थी .
उन तन्हाई भरी रातो में भी
तुम्हारे जैसे साथी की कमी थी ..
बोझिल उम्र में बिखरी यादों में
कई रंग दिखते थे .
तुम्हारे आने कि आहत में भी
कई सारे रंग दिखते थे .
ऐ दोस्त तुम हमसफ़र न सही
पर आज तुमने जो इस हाथ को थामा है .
ज़िंदगी की बेवफ़ाई से
बस इक तुम्हारी दोस्ती का सहारा है .
ज़िंदगी की बेवफ़ाई से
बस इक तुम्हारी ही दोस्ती का सहारा था..
Note: The subject of this poem, obviously a figment of my mind, had its birth when I spoke to one of my friend who shared similar interests in writing. This was approximately eight years back. This friend of mine had a knack to write about the unspoken, unthought-of, non-discussable topic ‘DEATH’. It seems he had written innumerable poems on this dark topic; what fascinated me or I should say what bothered me as well was how can he write on such a topic.
Well, it took me almost eight years to give it a try. But writing on it in straight, plain words didn’t seem to me a brilliant idea. So I tried to think what death could be best compared as which others might not have done so far. I contemplated and tried to personify ‘DEATH’ as a ‘FRIEND’. I tried to make ‘DEATH’ look more of a positive feeling than something we fear (Necrophobia or Thanatophobia) or do not like to converse about.
Through this poem I have also tried to venture into another way of Poetry, which (when I search on the net now) is called METAPHOR or MIXED METAPHOR. I had read poems like this when I was a kid and pondering into my poetry database, I could conclude that many a poems are written in this form. A literary GURU can only correct my understanding of Metaphor/ Mixed Metaphor. But to my amateur brain of poetry, this looks like one.
Now that the personification is clear, I guess the poem would reflect some more wisdom.
आख़िर तुम आ गये !!
आज तुमने अपनी कसम निभाई
आख़िर तुम आ ही गये .
कई साथी आए कई गये
मैं अकेली चलती रही ...
इस सफ़र के शुरुआत से
मैं अकेली ही चलती रही ...
कभी दिन, कभी रात !
बस तुम्हारी आस थी .
कभी पतझड़, कभी बरसात.
बस इक तुम्हारी ही तो आस थी ..
इस सफ़र कि ढलती शाम में
इक साथी की कमी थी .
उन तन्हाई भरी रातो में भी
तुम्हारे जैसे साथी की कमी थी ..
बोझिल उम्र में बिखरी यादों में
कई रंग दिखते थे .
तुम्हारे आने कि आहत में भी
कई सारे रंग दिखते थे .
ऐ दोस्त तुम हमसफ़र न सही
पर आज तुमने जो इस हाथ को थामा है .
ज़िंदगी की बेवफ़ाई से
बस इक तुम्हारी दोस्ती का सहारा है .
ज़िंदगी की बेवफ़ाई से
बस इक तुम्हारी ही दोस्ती का सहारा था..
Note: The subject of this poem, obviously a figment of my mind, had its birth when I spoke to one of my friend who shared similar interests in writing. This was approximately eight years back. This friend of mine had a knack to write about the unspoken, unthought-of, non-discussable topic ‘DEATH’. It seems he had written innumerable poems on this dark topic; what fascinated me or I should say what bothered me as well was how can he write on such a topic.
Well, it took me almost eight years to give it a try. But writing on it in straight, plain words didn’t seem to me a brilliant idea. So I tried to think what death could be best compared as which others might not have done so far. I contemplated and tried to personify ‘DEATH’ as a ‘FRIEND’. I tried to make ‘DEATH’ look more of a positive feeling than something we fear (Necrophobia or Thanatophobia) or do not like to converse about.
Through this poem I have also tried to venture into another way of Poetry, which (when I search on the net now) is called METAPHOR or MIXED METAPHOR. I had read poems like this when I was a kid and pondering into my poetry database, I could conclude that many a poems are written in this form. A literary GURU can only correct my understanding of Metaphor/ Mixed Metaphor. But to my amateur brain of poetry, this looks like one.
Now that the personification is clear, I guess the poem would reflect some more wisdom.
Disclaimer: As already mentioned, its a figment of my thought process, my understanding and perspective and nothing to do with me or my life. So friends take a chill-pill and stop wondering 'ki ye Lakshmi ko kya ho gaya'. I am as chilled as I always was, and will be ... :)
5 comments:
writing in a subject like this requires in depth understanding and deep thinking which is a gift not every one poses .You have the art to make thing so beautiful .A person like me can never comprehend something so well written well i tried doing it by reading it again and again. May i will also be this good one day living with you .... :).Love Sudhanshu
this is way too marvelous than what i thought it was in the first read... Its truly a gift to be able to think in such deep context in the abstract... You are truly gifted:)
well what to say, Im not that good with hindi poetry but iv read madhushala, the only one that i could love and relate...not exactly relate but understand :)
I had read somewhere "death is the only reminder of how much one wants to live...and how much one will live in its next birth" all i can say its a beautiful poem...I believe its not easy to pen your imagination beyond fear...that too about death.
nice writeup!
p.s. thanks for your comment on my blog
Hmm...excellent!! You should keep writing...critical analysys would be shared separately!!
:) The note at the end of your poem has given me immense pleasure. Thank you for the acknowledgement. But why did you take 6 years to make me read this ... I am awed by your writing ... Have u blogged more of them ??
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