तुमसे दूर माँ

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कौन सा ख़्वाब चाहूँ कि नींद आ जाये
कैसे बंद करूँ आँख कि नींद आ जाये
सोचती ही रहूँ कि बस यूँ ही देखती ही रहूँ
गर सोचूँ भी तो क्या कि नींद आ जाये
मनचाहे ख़्वाब देखने की कोशिश की
किसी ख़याल में डूबने की कोशिशें की
बे-हिसाब गहराई में उतरने की कोशिश की
उसी एक वक़्त में हज़ार पलों से गुज़रने की कोशिश की
बस कर न पाये ऐसा कुछ
जिससे नींद आ जाये

फिर कोशिश फ़िक्र सी बन गयी
हुआ क्या है जो नज़रें नहीं सो रहीं
क़ुदरत की दी हुई रात भी है
सो जाये इंसान ऐसे हालात भी हैं

न भूख से जूझ रहे हम
कि तड़प से हो जाती नींद कम
आराम वाला तकिया बिछौना है
ज़रुरत से ज़्यादा ही है, जिस पे सोना है
कोई तकलीफ़ नहीं तो नींद कहाँ है
किस से पूछूँ कि नींद कहाँ है

फिर आई याद तुम्हारी माँ
कमी है सिर्फ़ तुम्हारी माँ
काश तुम ऐसे दूर न होतीं
यहीं कहीं मेरे पास ही होतीं
तुमसे कहना भी न था और नींद आ जाती
रात ख़्वाबों की हो जाती और नींद आ जाती
तुम न पूछ्ती कुछ.. समझ जाती ख़ुद
हम न मांगते कुछ.. तुम दे जाती ख़ुद
सहलाती माथे को.. बलाएं ले लेती
एक थपकी में सारा प्यार.. दुआएँ दे देती
ये बिस्तर नहीं
तुम्हारी गोद चाहिये
लोरी न सही.. तुम्हारे बोल चाहियें
एक बेचैनी है माँ.. मिटा दो अब
रात यूँ ही बीत रही.. तुम सुला दो अब

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I won't call myself a writer or a poet. In simple words, Iam expressive in my own ways. And it comes out of me unasked! I love to connect with the happenings or the people around and love more to express and write about their untold part of stories. This is not somethin my mind does for me but this defines my soul. My soul connects with the stories of universe and through my words I want to touch many lives, many souls!!
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