Akhtar Jawad

(8-2-1945 / Gorakhpur)

Meri Ardhangni


Itni bhi na preet karo jo tumko main lauta na sakoon,
Keyon itni unchee urti ho, main dhoondhoon tumhein aur pa na sakoon.
Aakash pe lekar jati hoon main dhool tumhare charnon ki,
Yeh mang kabhi dekhi hi nahin, haiy bhool tumhare nainon ki.
Yeh nain tere gahra sagar, rahta hoon sada jalthal jalthal,
Main mang teri kaise dekhoon, rahta haiy sada inpar aanchal.
Keyon aisae samay mein aati ho, main chor ke tumko ja na sakoon,
Keyon aise roop banati ho jo darpan mein dikhla na sakoon.
Yeh bache mere yeh ghar mera main inko swarg banati hoon,
Jab samay mile tab aati hoon aur charnon mein so jati hoon,
Har bat na likhkho kavita mein keyon meri sudh bisrate ho,
Haiy roop tumhare nainon ka keyon mujhpar dosh lagate ho.
Tum geet na aise likha karo jo samne sabke ga na sakoon,
Keyon aise sapne dikhate ho is jeevan mein jo pa na sakoon.
Pushpon se saja aangan tera, sapnon se bhara jeevan tera,
Ganga bhi tu hi jamna bhi tu hi aur sangam haiy tan man tera,
Tu poorab des ki nari haiy sansar mein koi upma nahin,
Koi dharti se keya laye ga aakash pe koi tulna nahin.

Jab mujhse aankh milati ho tum mujhko rag dikhati ho,
Mukh pher ke phir muskati ho aur us karwat so jati ho.
Tum do do naukariyan karte ho kab jate ho kab aate ho,
Tum kitne durbal dikhte ho tum der se keyun ghar aate ho.
Bachon ko to parhana hay unka jeevan to banana hay,
Hum aaj agar ro len ge agar kal bachon ko muskana hay.
Tum doosri naukari chor do ab thore mei guzara kar loon gi,
Han tumse bara sukh koi nahin har dukh main gawara kar loon gi.
Yeh raina bari hi sunder hay poonam ka chand chamakta hay,
Yeh mujhse jo kutch kehta hay keya tumse wo sab kehta hay.
Jub mera chand ho dharti par main aakash ko keyun dekhoon,
Tum kanon mein ras gholte ho keya aur sunoon aur keyun sochoon.
Choro kal itwar hay ab kam ki batein ho jaen,
Kal to nahin itwar hay aaj ache bache so jaen.

Keya soch rahi ho so jao,
Kal ke sapnon mein kho jao,
Jane wale phir aate nahin,
Sath unke to mar jate nahin.
Jo chala geya woh kaisa tha,
Suna hay woh tum jaisa tha,
Balwanon ki is dunya mein,
Dhanwanon ki is dunya mein,
Woh chota sa ek darpan tha,
Woh toot geya woh nirdhan tha,
Woh nirbal tha woh jee na saka,
Woh man ka doodh bhi pee na saka.
Main tumko bacha kar le aaya,
Lekin usko na bacha paya,
Yeh jo hamarey bache hain,
Yeh teen hi bas ab achey hain.
Main tumko geet sunata hoon,
Tum so jao main sulata hoon.
Tum kitni sunder dikhti ho,
Tum kitni achi lagti ho,
Jab tum mujhse yeh kahte ho,
Tum kitne ache lagte ho,
Han tum ek geet suna do na,
Han mujhko aaj sula do na.

Tumko ek bat batani hay,
Is dunya ki yeh kahani hay,
Jab beti bari ho jati hay,
Chup chap woh kutch samjhati hay,
Woh kehti hay yeh ghar kundan hay,
Yeh ghar hi mera jeevan hay,
Is ghar se roti jaoon gi,
Gar samay mila phir aaoon gi,
Aaj uska rishta aaya hay,
Is ghar mein woh ek chaya hay,
Is ghar se usko jana hay,
Ab apna ghar jo banana hay,
Larka bhi theek hi lagta hay,
Ek acha gharana dikhta hay.
Nari jeevan keya jeevan hay,
Kutch iska nahin sab arpan hay,
Woh apnon ko chor ke jati hay
Tab ghar sansar basati hay,
Woh kitne aansu bahati hay,
Do bolon mein muskati hay,
Tum bhi to roti aai theen,
Kajal ko dhoti aai theen,
Phir aise hanseen hansti hi raheen,
Phir sapne bune bunti hi rahin,
Kutch poore huye kutch ho na sake,
Jo ho na sake woh kho na sake.
Woh sapne aaj bhi jivit hayn,
Ye bachey unse parichit hayn.
Ab bachey poora karen inko,
Ham jeevit hayn bas us din ko.
Woh rat hay ab tak yad mujhe,
Woh hath hayn ab tak yad mujhe,
Woh yaden chanchal hathon ki,
Woh ghaten bekal aankhon ki,
Main unko khol nahin sakti,
Laj aati hay, bol nahin sakti.
Jo keh na sakeen tum bol doon main
Dohra doon unhein sab khol doon main.
Bas bas bas chup chap raho,
Ab kishan kanhaiya to na bano.

Tum nana banne wale ho ab choro apni chanchalta,
Ab hum par achi lagti nahin yeh madakta yeh veyakulta,
Yeh jeevan to sangram hay ek tum Ranjha nahin ranveer bano,
Kal dada bhi ban jao ge ab thore se gambheer bano.
Yeh kaisi baten karne lageen, who dekho chand nikalta hay,
Yeh juhi ab bhi mehekti hay who tara ab bhi chamakta hay,
Badal bhi abhi tak urte haiyn jhonke bhi abhi tak sheetal hain,
Bas ek akela main to nahin yeh sare ke sare bekal hain.
Prem bhi roop badalta hay har yug mein iske dhang naye,
Yeh jeevan aisi chaya hay pal pal iske rang naye,
Kal bachey aaye they ghar mein ab unke bachey aayen ge,
Bache bhi achey hayn lekin ab unse achey aayen ge.
Acha baba so jao aur mujhko bhi ab sone do,
Main aur na ab kutch bolun ga jo hota hay who hone do.
Tum isi tarah se rootha karo mujhko bhi manana aata hay,
Jo tumne mujhko sikhaya hay, mujhko bhi sikhana aata hay.

(My five Hindi poems were submitted from time to time with the titles-Ardhangni to ardhanni4. Now I am summitting these as a complete poem)

Submitted: Sunday, August 31, 2014

Topic(s): love


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  • Ramesh Rai (9/3/2014 10:21:00 AM)

    Purab desh ki nariyon me Pati k prati submission itna sakht hai jaise kisi sachche astik ko apne Allah Eshwar ya God se hota hai. you have weaved an unique relation between a wife n husband. ish rishte k mazbooti se hi samaj ka sashaktikaran hota hai varn samaj bikhar kar rah jaata. chahe mandir ho ya masjid ya church ya phir koi vhi pavitra dham ho maine inhe paya apne husband ki lambi aur swstha jivan k liye prarthna karte huye unhi k naam par diya ya candle jalate huye. unhi k naam par Azmer sharif me chadar chadhate huye. sauhar ki khushi hi sabse bada dhan hota hai. unke har ibadat ka pahala vakya yehi hota hai. main apni wife se door hoon lekin har subah dopahar aur shaam poochhti hai, khana hua kya khaye. bahut samay jhoot bolna padta hai. bachcho ka khayal rakhna kitni sari jimmedariyan nibhati hai. Care for family and prosperity by a house wife her devotion have nicely been depicted by your pen and most inspiring too. Thanks for share. Regards. (Report) Reply

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