Barf

Maine apni poori zindagi baraf dekhi hai,
kabhi isne mujhe khushi di,
aur kabhi pareshani.

Bachpan mein isi baraf mein khela karta tha,
aur bada hokar kabhi isi se tang bhi hua.

Baraf mein ek ajeeb si khoobi hai,
yeh hamare aas paas ki duniya ko dekhne ka andaaz badal deti hai.
Achanak galiyan aur darakht kuch aur hi lagne lagte hain,
jaise waqt wahin tham gaya ho.

Bohat zyada baraf girne ke baad,
subah ki woh khamoshi.

Taaza baraf par pehle qadam,
apne nishaan chhorte hue,
taake doosre un par chal saken.

Maine pehle kabhi itni shiddat se baraf ka intezaar nahi kiya.
Is baar intezaar bohat lamba lag raha hai.

Shayad hamari mohabbat bhi
baraf ke us pehle din se judi rahegi.
Kaise woh aahista aahista shuru hui,
aur waqt ke saath badhti gayi.

Kabhi kabhi main sochta hoon
ke jab tum mujhe pehli baar dekhogi,
to mere baare mein kya sochogi.
Aur us din ke baad
hamari baatein kaisi hongi.

Kabhi kabhi main tumse kehta hoon
ke mujhe tumhari yaad aati hai,
lekin main us cheez ko kaise yaad kar sakta hoon
jise maine kabhi apni baahon mein liya hi nahi?

Ab yeh sirf ek ehsaas nahi raha.
Din bhar mujhe tumhari maujoodgi ki kami mehsoos hoti hai.

Mujhe acha lagta hai
ke hum saath khamosh bhi reh sakte hain,
aur saath hans bhi sakte hain.

Mujhe bas tumhare qareeb rehna acha lagta hai.

Aur main umeed karta hoon
ke sardiyan jald aa jayengi,
taake hamare darmiyan jo yeh faasla hai,
woh sirf guzre hue waqt ki ek yaad ban kar reh jaye.