मकान kavita

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मेरे स्वपनों का महल,
जैसे कीचड़ में कमल,
जैसे गम में उमंग;
एक – एक ईट उठाता,
परत दर परत रंग चढ़ाता;
कभी धुलता, कभी सुखता,
कभी बस यूं ही कार्य रुक जाता।
हताश – बैठे हुए शिला पर
देख रहा था कार्यवाही,
तभी सहसा नेत्रों में भविष्य खेला –
महल के सामने
एक छोटा सा बागींचा,
बागींचा में तरह-तरह के
नटखट-ईठलाते, बलखाते,
निखरते- खिलते फूल।

फूलो के बीच बैठा मैं
खेलता, सीखता और सिखाता
अपनी मुछो को
उनसे ताव देता।
कभी अगर अकेला होता
तो बगीचे में
झुले पर बैठता,
मेरी अर्धागंनी पास होती;
बैठे साथ हम
पुराने स्वप्नो में खोते,
एक आस साथ होती;
दोनों साथ मिलकर
उछ्लते, लहलहाते
घासो को देखते,
आभास करते वायु को।
हल्का दबाव ह्र्दय पर होता
नेत्र सजल, बूंद टपकता–
तभी ऑखे खुल गई मेरी,
सामने बिखरा था घरौंदा!
आभास हुआ गुजरे तूफान का
फिर ह्र्दय पर दाब हुआ;
नेत्र सजल हुए
मन में यह विचार आया–
वर्षो बीत चुके है
फिर भी आस नही छूटती,
टुट गया होता अगर
नींव मजबूत नही होती।

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