Jab Pashupataye Astra Chala Poem by Pushp Sirohi

🔱🔥 "Jab Pashupataye Astra Chala"

Kehte hain…
Pashupataye Astra tab chalta hai,
jab sirf dushman nahi…
astitva hi bojh ban jaaye।

Us din…
na devta bache the,
na swarg…
na dharti mein pavitrata,
na narak mein dand।

Sab kuch tha…
par kuch bhi jeevit nahi tha।

Shiv ne aankhein kholi…
na krodh tha,
na daya…

sirf ek faisla —

"Ab ant hi shanti hai।"

Trishul utha…
aur ek shabd goonja —

"Pashupataye…"

Aur phir…

astra chala।

Na bijli chamki,
na aag lagi…

sirf ek adrushya lehar thi —
jo sab kuch chhoo kar
use shoonya bana rahi thi।

Jungle mein…
sher dahada nahi,
hiran bhaaga nahi…

dono ek saath ruk gaye —
jaise jeevan ne khud ko
pause kar diya ho।

Pakshi aasman mein the…
par pankh chalna bhool gaye।

Samundar tha…
par lehron ne uthna chhod diya।

Dharti ne mehsoos kiya —
uska bojh halka ho raha hai।

Ek ek prani…
ek ek pashu…
ek ek saans…

khud hi khatam ho rahi thi।

Na khoon gira,
na cheekh uthi…

kyunki marne wala bhi
samajh chuka tha —

yeh vinaash nahi, mukti hai।

Narak lok mein…
yamalok ke dwar toot gaye।

Yamraj khade the…
par unke paas lene ko
koi aatma nahi thi।

Agni jal rahi thi…
par jalane ko kuch nahi tha।

Paap the…
par paapi nahi।

Aur dheere dheere…
Narak bhi khaali ho gaya।

Astra ruk gaya…
par rukne ke liye kuch bacha hi nahi tha।

Na dharti,
na swarg,
na narak…

sirf ek anant sannata —

jisme Shiv bhi vilin ho gaye।

Aaj agar tum socho —
ki ant kaisa hota hai…

toh yaad rakhna —

ant shor se nahi aata…
ant tab aata hai jab sab kuch chup ho jaata hai।

Yeh Pashupataye Astra ka sach hai…
ki yeh maar-ta nahi —

yeh sab kuch "hona" hi khatam kar deta hai।