जूते kavita

इन भूरे जूतों ने
तय किए हैं
कितने ही सफ़र !

चक्खा है इन्होंने
समुद्र का खारापन
थिरके हैं ये
पहाड़ी लोकगीत पर
और फिसले हैं
बर्फ की ढलान पर
मेरे संग ।

इन्होंने सहर्ष पिया है
मेरे पैरों का पसीना
सही हैं ठोकरें सिर पर
गिरने से बचाया है मुझे
अनगिनत बार ।
इनकी छाती पर
पहाड़ी चट्टानों की रगड़ है
इनके घुटनों में दबे हैं
दुर्गम जंगलों के काँटें ।
इनकी सिलवटों में दर्ज है
मेरी अनगिनत यात्राओं का लेखा जोखा ।

मेरे जूतों नें मुझे गढ़ा है
जैसे दुनियाभर के तमाम जूतों ने मिलकर
जोतें हैं खेत
उगाई हैं फसलें
ढोए हैं पहाड़
जीते हैं जंग !

इन बदबूदार जूतों में
दुनियाभर की तमाम
ख़ुशबूदार किताबों से ज़्यादा
इतिहास लिखा है ।

दो भूरे जूतों ने मुझे पहन रखा है
इनके लिए मैं महज़
एक जोड़ी पैर हूँ ।

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an engineer by profession; a wannabe stoic, traveler, seeker, reader, lover, rebel, poet… love to think of myself as a student, and strive to remain one. still hopeful of technology, and practitioner of free and open source. sucker to political discussions if tea is still warm. lover of world cinema and psychedelic rock. amateur sketch artist and photographer, author of ’अनभ्र रात्रि की अनुपमा‘, ‘उत्थिष्ठ भारत‘ and ’यायावर‘
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