Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Meri Pyaari Maa

I am dedicating this poem to my ‘Sweet & Kind Mother’.

Mujhe is sansaar mein laanewalee hai meri Maa.
Mujhpar apnee aseem mamtaa lutaanewalee hai meri Maa.
Maa kitne kasht jhelkar tune mujhe janm diyaa.
Kitne pyaar dulaar se tune mera paalan kiyaa.
Maa tune hameshaa apnaa pyaar bharaa haath mere sir par rakhaa.
Tune apnaa doodh pilaakar mujhe seenchaa,Jis karj ko main nahi sakoongee chukaa.
Bahut sundar thee meri Maa,goraa rang badi badi kaali aankhein ,lambe lambe kesh.
Meri Maa bahut saral thee aur saadaa thaa uskaa vesh.
Meri Maa mere liye bhagwaan hai kyonki usne mujhe apnee kokh se janam diyaa.
Maa hameshaa mere saath parchhaaee bankar chalee.
Aur sapno ko pooraa karne mein hameshaa meraa margdarshan kiyaa.
Meri Maa ne Naaree ki pratyek bhoomikaa ko achhee tarah nibhaayaa.
meri Maa to mamtaa ka saagar thi.
Apne jal se sabki pyaas bujhaanewali gaagar thee.
Meri Maa ek achhee patnee,bahoo,bahan,betee thee.
Meri Maa kaa swaroop prakaashpoorn thaa.
Meri Maa ka astitva hi apne aap mein sampoorna tha.
Meri Maa ne Kanyaadaan kar mera vivaah karayaa.
Aur mujhe vidaa karke ek maa ka pharz nibhaya.
Vivaah pashchaat main jab bhi maayke jaati.
Maa ke pyaar dulaar ki saugaat lekar aatee.
He Maa main tujhe shat shat naman karti hoon.
He Maa sadaa khushhaal jeevan kaa aasheervad de mujhe.
Main barambar karti hoon yahi prarthanaa ki,
Har janam mein Maa ke roop mein tu hi mujhe mile.

Friday, May 25, 2012

Pitaa Kaa Karj


Pratyek pitaa ko apnee santaano se sneh hotaa hai.
  Apnee santaano se vaatsalya aur prem kaa moh hotaa hai.
Pitaa ki unglee thaamkar bachhaa chalnaa seekhtaa hai.
  Kathinaaiyon se thokar khaakar bhi phir se uthnaa seekhtaa hai.
Pitaa apne bachhon ko detaa hai anushaasan ki seekh.
  Taki unhe kabhi na maangnee pade ehsaano ki bheekh.
Pitaa hote hain upar se naariyal ki tarah kathor.
  Par andar hi andar unkaa man prem se bharaa hotaa hai.
Maan yadi hame janm deti hai to pitaa is duniyaa se parichit karaate hain.
  Pitaa se badhkar guru is duniyaa mein kahaan hota hai.
Pitaa jis tarah bachhon ko daantte phatkaarte hain.
  Usee tarah we apni santaano par pyaar bhi lutaate hain.
Dashrath,Vasudev,Shahaaji jaise veer pitaa huye hain itihaas mein.
  Jinhone apne bachhon ko uttam sanskaar diye.
Aur kar diyaa bhaarat kaa naam roshan poore sansaar mein.
  Jab ek pitaa apni beti ka kanyaadan kartaa hai.
Wo var ko apni laadli aur uske armaan detaa hai.
  Maang mein sindoor padte hi beti ho jaati hai paraaee.
Man hi man pitaa ko lagtaa hai ki ye reet kyon hai banaaee.
  Jab bitiyaa doli mein baithkar piyaa ke ghar jaane ko hoti hai taiyaar.
Tab pitaa ka dil andar hi andar kar uthtaa hai cheetkaar.
  Apne kaleje ke tukde ko ek pitaa badi mushkil se kar paataa hai vidaa.
Phir apni bitiyaa ke aane ka intjaar kartaa hai sadaa.
  Ek pitaa poore kartaa hai apne sabhi pharj.
Sau janmon tak bhi mushkil hai utaarnaa pitaa ka karj.  

Monday, May 14, 2012

Dard Bhari Hindi Shayaris


Nadi ke Kinare kabhi milate nahin
Hum bhi khade hain aise do kinaron par...

Jeete The Kabhi Hum Bhi Shan Se
Mehek Uthi Thi Fiza Kisi Ke Naam Se
Guzre Hain Hum Kuch Aise Makam Se
Ke Nafrat Ho Gayi Hai Muhabbat Ke Naam Se...

Kaash wo nagme humein sunaye na hote
aaj unko sunkar ye aansu na aaye hote
agar is tarah bhul jaana hi tha
to itni gehrai se dil mein samaaye na hote...

Har sham har raat intzar me guzri
zindgi bebasi k sailab me guzri
hm wo phul the jise rakhkr wo bhul gye
phir tamam umar unki kitab me guzri...

Saans bhi loun to Uski mehak aati hai
Us ne thukraya hai mujhe itnay qareeb aanay k baad....