आज है आपसे दूसरी मुलाक़ात

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आज है आपसे दूसरी मुलाक़ात पहली की मैं क्या कहूँ
एक दिन ढूंढ रही थी क़िताबों में एक कवि एक शायर
आपकी नज़्मों पर जब अटकी नज़र मेरी
गर्दिश-ए-दौर में उस झलक की मैं क्या कहूँ

ख़ामोश ज़िन्दगी के अफ़सानों को
अनेक भाव और रंग में रंगते हुए
बनाये आपने दिल के अक्स काग़ज़ पर
उन्हें पहचानने में छलकने लगी दीवानगी मेरी
इस फ़क्र-ए-हासिल की मैं क्या कहूँ

गुलज़ार हो जाने की तमन्ना में
कई नज़्में बनाईं और सिरहाने लगाईं
आपके साँचे में ढाला उन्हें तो ये आलम आया
दोस्त दाद देने लगे पर
आपसे मिलने वाली शाबाशी की मैं क्या कहूँ

हज़ारों लम्हों से शिद्दत किये
कई लोगों से विनती किये
फिर लेकर एक फ़रिश्ता पयाम आया
और दे गया आपसे ये दूसरी मुलाक़ात
बस इस अनमोल तोहफ़े की अब मैं क्या कहूँ

Poet’s Note: The poem is my first hindi composition written for my first meeting with Gulzar sir. The same was gifted to him as well.

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Doctoral Research Fellow, Department of Humanities & Social Sciences Indian School of Mines Dhanbad."Writes poem and practices haiku."
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