Nanhi si Vo bachchi

Dedicated to 28 kids killed in bus accident :18th Nov , 1997
http://www.rediff.com/news/nov/18kids.htm


Apni hi dhun me rahti thi
Har pal me chahchahati thi
Khabo ka jahan jo bunti thi
Nanhi si vo pyari bachchi thi

Kabhi gungunana kabhi nachna
Uski purani adat thi
Khidki se jab jhaka karti thi
Puri duniya ko apna jana karti thi
Suraj ko dost vo kahti thi rato ko saheli manti thi

Us ghar me aj bhi vo suraj hai ,
 vo chand bhi hai , vo khidki bhi hai
par vo chahchahat chali gayi
vo madhur muskan chali gayi

Kahne ko to ghar aaj bhi hai
Nanhi si vo bachchi chali gayi  

One evening in Metro

                     Delhi’s heartbeat turned metro was arriving at platform, where hundreds of us were already waiting. Everyone was in rush to get into it but when we saw the already overloaded bogies, our faces turned dull in despair. The wonderful metro, we dreamt five years ago, has turned into a routine congested train with lots of delays and apology announcements. Not once could we expect the metro to run at its exact capacity. By the time I got into the metro, I was cursing myself that I had to travel through it. Somehow I got a corner near the front gate to stand.  The air conditioner’s cooling not only comforted my body but also cooled my temper. I started feeling better without the extra load/burden of frustration on my brain.
Over-rush and delays started looking trifle things in front of the comfort I was enjoying. Perhaps our human mind is designed in such a way that everything, however big it may be, when achieved once, loses its value. I was witnessing that aspect of human psychology in my own thoughts. How comfortable life had become after the introduction of metro in Delhi, still now we don’t miss a single chance of blaming it for limitations rather praising once in a while for its revolutionary contribution.
I was lost into my thoughts, when at Rajiv Chowk, two girls entered and stood beside me .They were about 13 years old and most probably were returning after school. Both were absorbed in their talk without giving any heed to people around. The only thing mattered to them by then was their science test. From their conversations, I easily figured out that the test was announced surprisingly and they were nervous about that. Newton and Einstein were the culprits, who by inventing so many theories left a legacy of science as burden on soft shoulders of students. According to them, the world would have been much better without science and tests. I smiled at their thoughts. The stupid girls were not realizing the importance of inventions, without which we couldn’t have electricity, computer and metro.
Oh yes, Metro! We could not have metros. How similar I had been to those girls, I was blaming the metro the same way before few minutes as they were cursing science. We both were complaining without actually realizing the true importance. This realization brought a smile across my lips.
While I was smiling at this thought, an announcement was made that next station would be INA (my Station). Though I boarded the train with anger and frustration, I de-boarded with new realization and optimism. :-)

Bas yahi chahta hu

थोड़ा सा साथ चाहता हूँ,
पल दो पल का साथ चांहता हूँ,
तुम राह चलो, मैं साथ रहूँ,
इतनी सी इज़ाज़त चाहता हूँ।

आसां हो राह,ये चाहँ नहीं,
मुश्किलों में साथ निभाना चांहता हूँ,
चंदा की नहीं आरज़ू मुझको,
एक दीप जलाना चाहता हूँ।

सफ़र तो मैं तय कर ही लूँगा,
साथ तुम्हारा चांहता हूँ,
तूफानों से नहीं डर लगता मुझे,
मंजिल तक पहुंचना चांहता हूँ।

यूँ तो मैं चल लूँगा तन्हां भी,
पर प्यार तुम्हारा चांहता हूँ,
छोटी सी मेरी इस दुनिया को,
अब स्वर्ग बनाना चाहता हूँ।