जुदाई

जुदाई kavita

यूँ तो हो रहे हैं हम जुदा इस पल, इस वक़्त यहाँ,
पर एक एक साँस मेरे इस जनम की, तुम्हारे साथ होगी,

यूँ तो खुश है ये दुनिया, के तन्हा हैं एक द्सरे के बिना हम,
अगर साथ साथ हो पाते, तो बड़ी रुस्वाई होती,

कहाँ जी पाते हम भी रूहों में दफ़न अंधेरों के घर बसाकर,
जब खुद ख़ुदा ने कहा,
के हमारे आंसुओं की गर्माहट से एक नयी सुबह होगी,

रह लेंगे हम, रह लोगे तुम,
इस दुनिया में ये सोचकर,
किसी की मुस्कुराहटों में ही अब अपनी पनाह होगी,

यूँ तो हो रहे हैं हम जुदा इस पल, इस वक़्त यहां,
पर एक एक साँस मेरे इस जनम की, तुम्हारे साथ होगी |

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Anabel Benjamin Bara

Thoughtful and with full of emotions!!! Love it… Keep it up 🙂

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