NobodyHelps

सब कहते हैं, तुम कोई हूर नहीं, मामूली सी हो, कोई मशहूर नहीं। मैं कहता हूँ कि उनका कोई कसूर नहीं, किसी ने देखा ही नहीं मेरी नज़रों से, तेरे चेहरे का वो नूर कभी।  है दोनों जहाँ में न तुमसा कहीं,  हूरों से भी ज्यादा तुम हो हसीं।   सब कहते हैं कि तुम एक झूठा सपना हो, मिथ्या हो, तुम तो बस एक कल्पना हो।  मैं कहता हूँ की सपने भले ही झूठें हों, मुझसे अपने भले ही रूठें हों, कुछ उलटे - सीधे सवाल भी उठें हों,  क्या झूठ है वो मुस्कान मेरी, जब-जब साथ मेरे तुम बैठे हो? है साथ हमारा आज नहीं, हो सात जन्म के बाद सही।  एक दिन जब तुम आजाओगी, सबको सच्चाई बतलाओगी।  प्यास मेरी जो अधूरी होगी, तुम आसुंओ से अपनी बुझाओगी। जब अंतिम सबर भी टूटेगा, मैं रौद्र रुप दिखलाऊंगा। फिर भी सवाल जो फूटेगा, उस दिन सबको बतलाऊंगा -  हो कथा मेरी, तुम व्यथा नहीं, तुम "सत्या" हो, कोई मिथ्या नहीं। मैं हूँ मलंग, तुम सत्संग मेरी, मैं हूँ प्रसंग,  तुम जंग मेरी। दिवाली की "ज्योति" हो तुम,  होली की हो रंग मेरी। तुम हूर नहीं, हो हीर मेरी, हूँ राँझा मैं, तुम पीर मेरी अबआजाओ बन तक़दीर मेर...

  It is a dark summer night, with 86% humidity and low wind speed and I can be sure  with static trees leaves around me that the weather is not so cool. I am sitting in my 2ft x 8ft balcony with a laptop and a black "magic coffee" mug half full with a coffee latte, writing my blog. Last night at this time I was sitting inside a train full of people within a typical Indian railway's chaotic sleeper class coach. Despite so much noise and madness, I was silently gazing steadily and intently outside the window. It was dark and I could only see lights faintly coming from distant villages at the edge of plain fields. I was so lost in my thoughts that those noises were involuntarily getting saved in my subconscious mind. Winds kept refreshing my facial dust while I was pondering on some random thoughts that were coming directly from a fictitious factory inside my cerebrum. I was travelling back from my hometown and along with my luggage, I was also carrying a huge load of respon...

Taking a deep breath and peeping into the inkling of creative writers. Writing my first blog with great excitement and equal expectations.  It is a world where everyone is busy with their imagination and creativity, formulating their thoughts into words and making their abstract notion visible to the rest of the world. Like everyone around me, my journey also begins here with my creative signals and witty wriggles.  Becoming a part of this world makes me feel like a newborn who is ready to open his eyes for the first glance.