तुम्हारा भी कोई मरा होता...

तुम्हारा भी कोई मरा होता,

तो तुम यूँ घरयाली आँसूं न बहाते.

खून से सनी हुई चीथड़ों पे,

अगली चुनाव का वोट न जुटाते.

पैर के छालों में दर्द कितना होता है.

ये जान ने तुम ऐ.सी. कार से न आते.

खौफ का मंज़र जानना होता तो,

१०० जवानों से घिर के न आते.

मौत का मातम ही मानना होता तो,

संसद में सिर्फ हंगामा ही नहीं करते.

पर मैं अब ये चाहता हूँ कि,

भले ही ये दुआ हो या बददुआ:

तुम्हारा भी कोई मरे,

वो भी खौफ से डरे,

नंगी लाशों से घिरे,

और आँखों में खून भरके कहे:

हमारी जान के लिए तुम,

"इन राक्षसों से क्यूँ नहीं लड़े?"

कुत्ते और लडकियाँ

कुत्तों और लड़कियों का सम्बन्ध आदि काल से चलता आया है, जब महाभारत के बाद पांडव हिमालय की चढ़ाई कर रहे थे तब वो यमराज रुपी कुत्ता द्रौपदी के स्नेहभाव से ही मंत्रमुग्ध होकर पीछे पीछे आया था. यह स्नेह आज वर्तमान युग में और भी ज्यादा प्रगाढ़ और अगोपनीय हो गया है. मैं जिस कैम्पस कीबात कर रहा हूँ वहाँ कुत्तों के अधिकार की बात ,लड़कों के अधिकार से पहले की जाती है. अगर कभी कोई गाड़ी कुत्ते को पकड़ने आ जाती है ,तो लड़कियों का अटूट प्रेम यूँ उमरता है जैसे माखन चोर कृष्ण को बाँधने के बाद ,यशोदा का उमरता था. जिस लड़की ने आज तक पेटा,ह्युमन राइट्स कमीशन आदि का नाम भी न सुना हो ,वो भी उनके दफ्तर पहुँच कर कुत्तों के लिए हंगामा मचाती नजर आती हैं. आज ये कुत्ता शब्द लड़कियों में इतना रच बस गया है कि इसकी व्यापकता और सम्पूर्णता इस बात से आँकी जा सकती है कि अक्सर बॉय फ्रैंड को लडकियाँ प्यार से कहते हुए सुनी जाती हैं: अबे कुत्ते, तू था कहाँ, फ़ोन क्यूँ नहीं उढाता,इत्यादि? अगर कोई कुत्ता किसी लड़के को काट ले तो वो कहावत चरित्रार्थ हो जाती है:"साँप ने आदमी को काटा, आदमी की तरफ कोई नहीं. या तो सब लाठी की तरफ हैं ,या साँप की तरफ." जेएनयू में फटे नंगे बच्चे भी घूमते हैं पर जिस लड़की के पास कुत्तों के लिए बिस्कुट होता है ,उन बच्चों के लिए उनके पास लम्बा चौड़ा भाषण होता है. दिल्ली, हरियाणा, राजस्थान, पंजाब में सेक्स रेसिओ अनुपातन काफी कम है यानि लडकियाँ माइनोरिटी में हैं,और कुत्ते जेएनयू में माइनोरिटी में हैं ,सो" एक की नाव में सवार यात्री दुसरे का दुःख भली भाँति जानेगा ही". हमारे कैम्पस में माइनोरिटी अधिकार की बाती जलाये रखने वाले "आइसा" ने भी कुत्तों की जमकर सुरक्षा करने का प्रण ले लिया है और आइसा का कहना है :"जाके पैर न फटे बिबाई, सो क्या जाने पीर पड़ाई"? इस" कुत्ते-लड़की-आइसा " के जंजाल में औरों का जीवन जंजाल बन गया है. मेरा साधारण सा प्रश्न है: कुत्ते और बिल्लियाँ जेएनयू की शोभा में चार चाँद कैसे लगाते हैं?,ये दोनों प्रजाति इस विश्वविद्यालय के रिसर्च में कितना सहयोग करते हैं?, ये गंदगी फैलाने वाले और(काटने वाले भी) यहाँ के बौधिक विकास में कितना योगदान देते हैं?,इन दोनों प्रजाति को मिलने वाला स्नेह" किसी और प्रजाति" को मिले तो बुरा क्या है?

bachpan..........

bachpan ka zamaana hota tha,

khushiyon ka khazana hota tha.

khabar nahin hoti thi subahon ki,

na shaam ka thikaana hota tha.

chaahat chaand ko paane ki aur,

dil tiltli ka deewana hota tha.

rone ki wajah na hoti thi,

bas hasne ki reet hoti thi.

kitaab wo maayne samjha nahin paati thi,

jo amma ki loriyan samjhaati thi.

tab abba ke diye do rupaiye mein

chaan samet saare taare dikh jaate the.

tab dadaji ki chadi mein qutub minar dikh jaata tha,

aur dadi ki dhundhlayi ainak se sab saaf nazar aata tha.

jab aadhi neend mein maa khilaati thi,

maa ki god hi sone ka thikana hota tha.

jab shaadi ki samajh na thi humko,

fir bhi dulha banne ki hi chah hoti thi.

bachpan ka zamaana hota tha,

khushiyon ka khazana hota tha.

poem by salil.....how z that.............

poem by salil...........

zindgi ka hisaab kitna bedam hai,
aankhen hain do , par kitni nam hain.
do haanthon mein anginat rekhaaen hain,
par unse sapne bub ne zindgi ka hisaab kitna bedam hai,

aankhen hain do , par kitni nam hain.
do haanthon mein anginat rekhaaen hain,
par unse sapne bub ne ka waqt kitna kam hai.
sapnon ki galiyan yun to bahut badi hai,
par uspe safar karne ko do hi kadam hain.
hamein sach ka hi daaman silna hai,
par sach bhi to khud mein ek bhram hai.
zindgi yun to laakhon geet gaati hai,
par aakhiri to maut hi sanam hai.
dulhan ki poshaakon mein lipti hai,
par ye khushi kam, jyaada waham hai.
mehfilon mein raunakein to kaafi makhsoos hain,
par marghat pe bhi to usi khuda ka karam hai.
jeetne waale to duniya jeet lete hain,

par samajhte kyun nahin ki ye haarne waale ka raham hai.ka waqt kitna kam hai.
sapnon ki galiyan yun to bahut badi hai,
par uspe safar karne ko do hi kadam hain.
hamein sach ka hi daaman silna hai,
par sach bhi to khud mein ek bhram hai.
zindgi yun to laakhon geet gaati hai,
par aakhiri to maut hi sanam hai.
dulhan ki poshaakon mein lipti hai,
par ye khushi kam, jyaada waham hai.
mehfilon mein raunakein to kaafi makhsoos hain,
par marghat pe bhi to usi khuda ka karam hai.
jeetne waale to duniya jeet lete hain,
par samajhte kyun nahin ki ye haarne waale ka raham hai.

poem by salil...........

if love was never made for me,
then it was surely not made for her.
i am the one she craveif lif love was never made for me,
then it was surely not made for her.
i am the onif love was never made for me,

then it was surely not made for her.
i am the one she craves for the most,
today when i am not with her.
she still needs me to be,
the rain drenching her to heels.
she still needs me to be,
the umbrella fighting the unruly sun.
she still needs me to be ,
the shadow walking with her on the estranged lanes.
she still needs me to be,
the dreams resting upon in her eyes.
she still needs me to be ,
the hues scattered on her linens.
she still needs me to be,
the hands wiping out her tears.
she still needs me to be,
the impetus evading her fears.
she still needs me to be,
the sky where she could fly.
she still needs me to be,
the laps where she could cry.
but now "me" is nowhere,
what left is only a" still",
which slowly and gradually,

but eventually going her to kill.e she craves for the most,
today when i am not with her.
she still needs me to be,
the rain drenching her to heels.
she still needs me to be,
the umbrella fighting the unruly sun.
she still needs me to be ,
the shadow walking with her on the estranged lanes.
she still needs me to be,
the dreams resting upon in her eyes.
she still needs me to be ,
the hues scattered on her linens.
she still needs me to be,
the hands wiping out her tears.
she still needs me to be,
the impetus evading her fears.
she still needs me to be,
the sky where she could fly.
she still needs me to be,
the laps where she could cry.
but now "me" is nowhere,
what left is only a" still",
which slowly and gradually,
but eventually going her to kill.ove was never made for me,
then it was surelif love was never made for me,
then it was surely not made for her.
i am the one she craves for the most,
today when i am not with her.
she still needs me to be,
the rain drenching her to heels.
she still needs me to be,
the umbrella fighting the unruly sun.
she still needs me to be ,
the shadow walking with her on the estranged lanes.
she still needs me to be,
the dreams resting upon in her eyes.
she still needs me to be ,
the hues scattered on her linens.
she still needs me to be,
the hands wiping out her tears.
she still needs me to be,
the impetus evading her fears.
she still needs me to be,
the sky where she could fly.
she still needs me to be,
the laps where she could cry.
but now "me" is nowhere,
what left is only a" still",
which slowly and gradually,
but eventually going her to kill.y not made for her.
i am the one she craves for the most,
today when i am not with her.
she still needs me to be,
the rain drenching her to heels.
she still needs me to be,
the umbrella fighting the unruly sun.
she still needs me to be ,
the shadow walking with her on the estranged lanes.
she still needs me to be,
the dreams resting upon in her eyes.
she still needs me to be ,
the hues scattered on her linens.
she still needs me to be,
the hands wiping out her tears.
she still needs me to be,
the impetus evading her fears.
she still needs me to be,
the sky where she could fly.
she still needs me to be,
the laps where she could cry.
but now "me" is nowhere,
what left is only a" still",
which slowly and gradually,
but eventually going her to kill.s for the most,
today when i am not with her.
she still needs me to be,
the rain drenching her to heels.
she still needs me to be,
the umbrella fighting the unruly sun.
she still needs me to be ,
the shadow walking with her on the estranged lanes.
she still needs me to be,
the dreams resting upon in her eyes.
she still needs me to be ,
the hues scattered on her linens.
she still needs me to be,
the hands wiping out her tears.
she still needs me to be,
the impetus evading her fears.
she still needs me to be,
the sky where she could fly.
she still needs me to be,
the laps where she could cry.
but now "me" is nowhere,
what left is only a" still",
which slowly and gradually,
but eventually going her to kill.

poem by salil...........

FOR ONCE-FOR EVER I SAW YOU, FOR ONCE, BUT I FELT IT, FOR EVER. I TOUCHED YOU , FOR ONCE, BUT KEPT ON SHIVERING , FOR EVER. I TASTED YOU, FOR ONCE, BUT REMAINED HUNGRY, FOR EVER. I CARESSED YOU, FOR ONCE, BUT BECAME YOU, FOR EVER. IF YOU NEVER FELT, LIKE SO, THEN, WHY? "I LOVE YOU",SAID I, FOR ONCE, BUT YOU KEPT ON REPEATING, FOR EVER. I COMBED YOUR HAIR, FOR ONCE, YOU STARTED CARRYING DRESSING BAG, FOR EVER. I GULPED YOUR LIPS, FOR ONCE, BUT YOU STARTED LIPSTICKING, FOR EVER. I PRESSED YOUR CHEEKS , FOR ONCE, BUT IT BECAME SCARLET, FOR EVER. I STARED YOU , FOR ONCE, BUT YOUR EYES DREAMT ME , FOR EVER. MY BREATH MET YOURS, FOR ONCE, BUT IT BECAME WARMER, FOR EVER. I WENT OVER YOUR BREASTS, FOR ONCE, BUT IT BECAME FULLER, FOR EVER. I WENT INSIDE YOU, BUT YOU BECAME A WOMAN, FOR EVER. TELL ME, WHY ??????????????????

poem by salil...........

HOW CAN SOMEONE WRITE SUCH ROMANTIC POETRY

WITHOUT BEING HIMSELF IN INTENSE LOVE?

I TRY TO ANSWER TO THE BEST OF MY ABILITY

BUT SOMEHOW I FAIL TO GAUZE THEIR REASONING.

I DO NOT THINK FLOWERS EVER TOUCHED HONEY

NOR DID THEY HAD ANY CHANCE TO GULP CANDY

BUT TO BET THEIR FRAGRANCE IS THE SWEETEST

WHICH IS LIKED BY EVERY HEART TO THE UTMOST?

HOW CAN SOMEONE WRITE SUCH ROMANTIC POETRY

WITHOUT BEING HIMSELF IN INTENSE LOVE?

I TRY TO ANSWER TO THE BEST OF MY ABILITY

BUT SOMEHOW I FAIL TO GAUZE THEIR REASONING.

NOT A SINGLE GIRL WOULD HAVE SEEN CLEOPATRA

BUT EACH ONE OF THEM HAVE GOT SOMETHING IN EXTRA

NO SOONER DO THEY GIVE A GLANCE TO YOU

NO DOUBT SHE IS FAR MORE GORGEOUS THAN THE FRESH DEW.

HOW CAN SOMEONE WRITE SUCH ROMANTIC POETRY

WITHOUT BEING HIMSELF IN INTENSE LOVE?

I TRY TO ANSWER TO THE BEST OF MY ABILITY

BUT SOMEHOW I FAIL TO GAUZE THEIR REASONING.

MORNING CAN NEVER FEEL THE COOLNES OF THE NIGHT

NOR THE NIGHT CAN EVER TOUCH THE FRESHNESS OF MORN

BUT IT'S ALWAYS THEIR UNION IN COMPANY

WHICH BRINGS THE ENTIRE UNIVERSE IN HARMONY?

HOW CAN SOMEONE WRITE SUCH ROMANTIC POETRY

WITHOUT BEING HIMSELF IN INTENSE LOVE?

I TRY TO ANSWER TO THE BEST OF MY ABILITY

BUT SOMEHOW I FAIL TO GAUZE THEIR REASONING.

NOT A SINGLE MOTH WISH TO BE BURNT

IN THE GLAZE OF FLAGRATION EVERY NIGHT

BUT IT'S THE ETERNAL PASION

THEY KISS THE DEATH IN OBSESION.

HOW CAN SOMEONE WRITE SUCH ROMANTIC POETRY

WITHOUT BEING HIMSELF IN INTENSE LOVE?

I TRY TO ANSWER TO THE BEST OF MY ABILITY

BUT SOMEHOW I FAIL TO GAUZE THEIR REASONING.

IN THE GENTLE BREEZE AND FLIRTING HAIRS

IN A REFLEX HANDS MOVE IN PAIRS

THE HEART EXPOUNDS A THOUSAND OF EXPRESSIONS

WITHOUT THINKING A SINGLE OF THEM IN REASON

HOW CAN SOMEONE WRITE SUCH ROMANTIC POETRY

WITHOUT BEING HIMSELF IN INTENSE LOVE?

I TRY TO ANSWER TO THE BEST OF MY ABILITY

BUT SOMEHOW I FAIL TO GAUZE THEIR REASONING.

THERE ARE INNUMERABLE THINGS HAPPENING ON its OWN

THEY DO NOT HAVE ANY REASON FOR THEIR DAWN

BUT THE LIFE ALWAYS SOMETHING BETTER IN STORE

AND WE SHOULD ALWAYS TRY TO PUT IT IN RESTORE.

HOW CAN SOMEONE WRITE SUCH ROMANTIC POETRY

WITHOUT BEING HIMSELF IN INTENSE LOVE?

I TRY TO ANSWER TO THE BEST OF MY ABILITY

BUT SOMEHOW I FAIL TO GAUZE THEIR REASONING.