संतुलन

संतुलन kavita

मेरे नगर में
मर रहे हैं पूर्वज
ख़त्म हो रही हैं स्मृतियाँ
अदृश्य सम्वाद !
किसी की नहीं याद –
हम ग़ुलाम अच्छे थे
या आज़ाद ?

बहुत ऊँचाई से गिरो
और लगातार गिरते रहो
तो उड़ने जैसा लगता है
एक अजीब सा समन्वय है
डायनमिक इक्वीलिब्रियम !
अपने उत्त्थान की चमक में
ऊब रहे
या अपने अपने अंधकार को
इकट्ठी रोशनी बतलाकर
डूब रहे हैं हम ?

हमने खो दिये
वो शब्द
जिनमें अर्थ थे
ध्वनि, रस, गंध, रूप थे
शायद व्यर्थ थे ।
शब्द जिन्हें
कलम लिख न पाए
शब्द जो
सपने बुनते थे
हमने खोए चंद शब्द
और भरे अगिनत ग्रंथ
वो ग्रंथ
शायद सपनों से
डरते थे ।

थोड़े हम ऊंचे हुए
थोड़े पहाड़ उतर आए
पर पता नहीं
इस आरोहण में
हम चल रहे
या फिसल ?

हम दौड़ते रहे
और कहीं नहीं गए
बांध टूटने
और घर डूबने के बीच
जैसे रुक सा गया हो
जीवन ।
यहाँ इस क्षण
न चीख़
न शांति
जैसे ठोकर के बाद का
संतुलन ।

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