Yaadein

yaadein palaash ke patton ki tarah hoti hain,
pehle kuch dino hari hoti hain,
chalo mana...
kuch aur din hari hoti hain,
gar koi sinchta hai usse,
har roz..
har pal..
kvi aansuon se ,
kvi muskuraahton se..

yaadein palaash ke patton ki tarah hoti hain,
pehle kuch dino hari hoti hain,
phir,haule se...mausam ka rukh badaltaa hai,
waqt badalltaa hai..
haalaat badaltein hain..
aksar dekha hai ki
insaan badaltein hain,


woh hare hare pattein,
jo iss chir bhram mein thhe
woh rahenge unn saakhon pe anant tak,
tutate hain..
girte hain..
bikhar jaatein hain..
ek badrang...matmaila dher ban jaate hain,

yaadein palaash ke patton ki tarah hoti hain,
pehle kuch dino hari hoti hain,
hawaeyein aakar unn patton ko uda le jaati hain..
unke bhram ko tod jaati hai..
fir bhi..
kabhi kabhi...
kuch patton ko panah mil jaati hai,
kitaabon ke panno ke bich,
maana,ki woh phir se hare nahi ho sakte,
lekin..
kam-se-kam apni ik pehchaan rakhte hain,

kaash main bhi "woh" palaash ka pata ban pata...
kaash main bhi "kisi" ki zindgi ke panno mein chhap pata....


abhijeet 'ranu' (11 april,2010)