Pathar

Aaj pathar ko bhi,
Aanshoo bahaate dekha tha.

Aaj pathar ko bhi,
pighalte dekha tha.

Aaj hridhya-vihin ko,
Hridhya Vidaarak hote dekha tha.

Aaj jeevan se bekhabar ko,
Jeevan ke dard ko samjhte dekha tha.

Aaj usko aapne Tukdoein mein,
Aapne ko khojte dekha tha.

Parchhaiyan

Parchhaiyan, jo roshni mein hamesha saath rehti hai. Lekin jaise, jaise andhera badhaine lagta hai, durr hoti jati hai aapne se hi. Jaab zaruraat hoti hai, tab hi kahi kho jati hai. Anokhi hai yeh parchhaiye.
Saath chalne ka vaada to karti hai, lekin aapni bebasi mein khud hi kho jati hai. Roshni mein khud ko kaala karke aapne hone ka bodh karati hai lekin jaab andhera aata hai to uske rang mein rang jati hai yeh parchhaiyan. Kitni ajeeb hai yeh parchhaiyan.
Kya abhaash karati hai, ya phir kahein ki kya bataana chaahati hai yeh parchhaiyan? Kitna samajhate hai hum aapne humsafar ko kabhi soacha hai? Bina kuch kahein bus saath chalti hai, aur raha badaalne par woh rehte hue bhi, aapne ko aapne mein sama leti hai...... yeh parchhaiyan.

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Destruction is the birth of creation. From mythologies to contemporary, from first apocalypse to tsunami take any example and that will tell the truth. And in the way of this foundation lies beautiful phase called chaos. Chaos which is making of future from unrelated entities trying to create relation. A relation which can speak of a creation. A creation which get acknowledged by the people without any relation to what has gone in its making.