कुछ बीत गया कुछ बाकी है

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वो एक सुबह जब अलसाई सी मैं आँखों को मलती थी
वो शाम एक जिसके ढलते ही नींद आँख में चढ़ती थी
जब एक गोद में दुनिया थी और मुट्ठी में सारा अधिकार
वो नवजात शिशु का राजा मन, कुछ बीत गया कुछ बाकी है,

वो गुड़िया जिसकी शादी में मैं पूरी बेला करती थी
वो झगड़े जिनमें कुट्टी और मुच्ची की दूरी रहती थी
जब एक पेड़ पे परियाँ थी और सपनों में पूरा संसार
था बचपन जो मासूम नादां, कुछ बीत गया कुछ बाकी है,

वो बस्ते के बोझ तले जब हड्डियां आहें भरती थीं
वो एक पतंग जिसके कटने को कई दुआएँ चलती थीं
जब एक गोटी में खुशियाँ थी और जीत हार जीवन आधार
वो लड़कपन का अल्हड़ मन, कुछ बीत गया कुछ बाकी है,

वो एक हँसी जो रातों को ख़्वाबों में गूंजा करती थी
वो नज़रें जिनसे मिलते ही आँखें झुक जाया करती थीं
जब एक स्पर्श में सिहरन थी और बातों में ठंडी बयार
वो नये प्यार का पागलपन, कुछ बीत गया कुछ बाकी है,

कुछ बीते पल कुछ गुज़रे कल
जो मिले नहीं कुछ ऐसे हल,
कुछ ढलती शाम, कुछ छलके जाम
जो गूंजे मुझ में, कुछ ऐसे नाम,
कुछ हाथ लगे कुछ फिसल गये
कुछ साथ रहे कुछ बदल गये,

वो गुज़री यादों का सौंधापन
कुछ बीत गया कुछ बाकी है!!!

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Beautifully expressed. We always leave behind a part of ourselves in the past, in every experience, in every encounter and every person we meet and of course we take some from all of the above into our future. This is one of those poems that expresses so accurately what life is. Thanks.

आज पलट कर देखा तो
वक़्त की रेत पर पैरों के निशाँ
लहरों के आने से धुंधला से गए
वो रस्ता जो हमने नापा था
कुछ बीत गया कुछ बाक़ी है।

Ramapriya Nr

Standing in front of the nirror and trying to locate our bygone image of the face tells how long we have made the lifes journey and what are the phases we have passed. A beautiful naration of the lifes journey..

Shälû Vïrk

@soliloquy__ Your poem took me back to my childhood and a poem that I recently wrote. Indeed, it’s beautifully written.


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