Life In Poetry Pulkit Gour

"तुमसे कुछ पूछू?

"हां पूछो ना!


"स्त्रियों में सबसे सुंदर क्या होता है?

"उनका स्त्री होना!


"तुम क्या हो?

"किसी आधे भरे हुए पात्र का आधा खालीपन।


"और क्या होना चाहते हो?

"कभी सर....कभी सीना।


"मैं तुम्हारी होना चाहती हूँ

"और मैं चाहता हूँ कि तुम खुद की हो जाओ।

"ऐसा क्यों?

"क्योंकि जब हम खुद के होते है तो जानते हैं कि जिसके होना चाहते हैं वो कोई और नहीं है कहीं और नहीं है।


"हम मिलकर एक कहानी लिखेंगे

"हमारा मिलना ही एक कहानी होगा


"तुम्हें पता है मैं क्या चाहती हूँ?

"हां....सुबह अलार्म बजने के बाद भी थोड़ी देर और सोना,बांहों में।


"और?

"और कोई काम खत्म कर के जब थक जाओ तो कोई तुम्हें अपने पास बैठने को कहे..


"तुम्हारे पास हर बात का जवाब है?

"हां,बस एक सिवाय तुम्हारे।

Ek din subah neend tootati hai aur ek aisa ehsaas hota hai.
Jo agar us din neend aise na khulti to kabhi dhyan na reh paata.

Aur wo ehsaas us MEHAK ka tha jo ghar ke mandir me rakhe 'Gende ke phool, jalte hue diye aur sulaghti hui dhoop' me se aa rahi thi.

Har ek MEHAK ki bahut important jagah hai humaari life me.
Jiska ehsaas is busy life me hum nahi karte.

Kabhi dhyan de to yahi MEHAK humaare mann ko, humaare ehsaas ko, humaari feelings aur hume ekdum badal deti hai.

Ek kitaab kholta hu aur uske panno se aane wali MEHAK kehti hai, ke darwaza, TV sab band kar du aur us ehsaas ke sath kahani me kho jau.

Bathroom me mooh dhone jaata hu aur us MEHAK ke milte hi thodi si aftershave me bhi laga leta hu.
Wo MEHAK ekdum papa ki MEHAK lagti hai.

Taiyaar hone ke liye jaise hi almaari kholta hu to kapdo se aati MEHAK ek apnepan ka ehsaas de jaati hai.

Car me chaabi lagat hu aur garam hone ka wait karta hu us pal car ki MEHAK aati hai aur 'Meri Gaadi' wala ehsaas hota hai.

Subah ki us os me geeli sadakon pe idhar - udhar udate eucalyptus ke un patto ki MEHAK.
Bachapan ki us early morning cycling ka ehsaas kara deti hai.

Kabhi - Kabhi khaali kitaab ke bhar jaane ke baad us pen ki ink ki MEHAK ka ehsaas.
Examination hall le ja baithati hai.

Sham ko yun hi kabhi tehalte - tehalte railway station ke pas se guzarta hu aur waha se aane wali MEHAK ka ehsaas na jaane kis safar le jaata hai.

Har kisi ke ghar ki alag MEHAK hai.
Mummy Papa ke room ki alag MEHAK hai.
Ganga ke ghaaton ki alag MEHAK hai.
Sham ko bazaaron se aati jalebi- samoson ki alag MEHAK hai.

Aur yeh MEHAK pal, din, saal...
Yeh MEHAK zindagi hai.

Yeh poori life ek raasta hai.
Jispe hamari poori story likhi ja rahi hai.
'Aur usi raaste ka naam hai TIME'

Roz subah uthte hai, Kuch paate hai kuch khote hai.
'Par TIME ko kaha ESCAPE kar paate hai.'

Kabhi saalon baad apne hi shehar ki kisi aisi jagah ja pahuchte hai, Jo bilkul badal chuki hai
'Sirf TIME badal gaya hai SPACE wahi hai'

Kabhi bahut dukhi ho jaate hai aur kabhi bahut khush.
Kabhi naahi dukh batate hai aur naahi khushi baantate hai
' Yeh jaante hue ki isi DUNIYA ka sabse important role hai hamare Sukh - Dukh me'

Poori zindagi TIME ko samajhne aur jaanane ki koshish me lage rehte hai
CALENDAR, GHADI, MAUSAM, DIN - RAAT
' TIME humaare is duniya me aate hi shuru ho gaya hai aur tab tak chalega ja tak hum chalenge'

Hamesha ginati yahi hoti hai
7 ghante mehnat ki.
2-4 baje tak khela.
Kuch pal Girlfriend ke sath bitaye.
15 saal us ghar me raha.
'Par hum TIME ko MEASURE nahi kar sakte, Sirf usko EXPERIENCE kar rahe hai'

Yeh sab kuch hamari life mein series ki tarah ikhatta hota ja raha hai.
Photos, Memories, kitaabien, Moments, Gaane aur Khoobsurat chehare.
'In sabko kaise saath lekar chalna hai aur kaise experience karna hai bas yahi humare hath me hai'

AUR YAHI TIME HAI

Aksar kuch aisi cheezein hoti hai, jo hume 'guzre hue pal' ke bahut qareeb le jaati hai.

Jaise achaanak koi pehle ka 'gaana' sun leta hu.
To usi time ko feel karne lagta hu, jab woh gaana repeat pe suna karta tha.

Kabhi subah ki dhoop me bahar nikalta hu to 'school' ka wahi time yaad ata hai.
Jab lunch me apni class se nikal kar ground me baith jaate the.

Aaj bhi jab 'Bhai' se kabhi ladai hoti hai.
To aaj aur pehle ki ladai me bass 'Topic' bade ho gaye hai.
Hum waise hi chhote hai.

Halki si thand badh jaati hai aur din jaldi chipne lagte hai,
To khud hi wo Diwali ka time yaad aane lagta hai.

Aur kabhi kabhi Mummy bilkul usi tarah daantati hai,
Jis tarah exam aane wale hote the aur me bolta tha 'Aj tution ki chutti kara do'.

Jab bike pe nikalta hu.
To Papa wahi puraani jacket de dete hai, jise pehan kar doston ke sath bike pe bhot chakkar lagae the.

Ab Holi ke gubbaare, Diwali ke patakhe aur Patang - Manjha,
Jab bhi kahi dikhta hai.
To haatho se rang ka na chootna, pataakhe se haath jalana aur ungliyon ka katna sab bilkul waise hi saath hai.

Ghar ke kisi kaam se bahar jaata hu aur unhi sadakon se nikalta hu.
Jaha aaj bhi sab same hi hai,

Sham ko Mandir ki aarti.
Ghaat ke pas walk karte log.
Line se khaane ki theliya.
Faatak pe laga jam.
Aur kahi khaali road pe koi driving seekhta hua.

'Guzre hue pal' ka sab humaare sath hi hai agar usko aise 'feel' karte rahe to.....

SORRY mera tumse har time baate karne ka mann karta hai.

SORRY par jab tum last message karne ke baad message nahi karti aur so jaati ho, bahut zyada bura lagta hai .

SORRY par ye der - der tak reply na karna aur kabhi - kabhi to message hi na padhna, bahut galat hai.

SORRY shayad mere message aur me dono hi tumhe bure lagte honge, par me nahi control kar sakta.

SORRY agar tumhe meri kisi bhi baat ka bura laga ho, par me badal raha hu.

SORRY agar tumhe mujhse baat nahi karna chahti, par me koshish karta rahunga.

SORRY yar bhot samjha raha hu, par ajkal sab badal sa gaya hai, Baat karne ka bhot mann hota hai.

Sorry yar.......

MANN ek aisi ajeeb cheez hai jo insaan ko pal bhar ke liye achaanak badal deta hai. Aur wo sochta reh jata hai ke ye uske sath kyu ho raha hai.


Kabhi bade MANN se koi film chalaata hu, par ekdum phone me notification aate hai MANN karta hai Facebook Instagram chala lu.

Kahi mithai ki dukaan me ghuste hi ek mehak ke aate hi to sochta hoon ke barfi kha lu,
Par MANN karta hai ke use chod ke ghar ka halwa hi kha lu.

Jab kabhi BEMANN se koi kitaab padhne baithata hu.
To duniya ka saare type ka shor
Bus aur Truckon ke horn.
Fridge ke darwaze ka khulna - band
hona.
Kisi nalke ki tap - tap.
Sab mere hi kaanon me baj rahe hote hai
Tab MANN bada kharaab hota hai.

Bade pyaar se kabhi Mummy - Papa ke liye koi dish banata hu.
Aur use banaate - banaate hi itna chakkh leta hu ke jab khaane lagte hai to pata nahi kyu bilkul MANN hi nahi karta.


Sabse ajeeb to tab lagta hai jab birthday pe sab apko zabardasti special feel karate hai.
Tab MANN bada confuse hota hai.

Kabhi achaanak maheeno baad apne khaas doston se milta hu.
Samaj nahi ata wo to bada jaldi guzar jaata hai.
Un sab baaton ko yaad karke.
MANN aadha dukhi aur khush ho jata hai.

Raat ko kabhi ghar me jhagdaa hota hai aur koi kisi ki nahi sunta aur na apas me baat karte hai .
Par sabka MANN ekdum halka - halka ho jata hai

Kabhi break-up pe rona,
Kabhi patch-up pe hansna.
Kabhi top hone ka confidence,
Kabhi fail hone ka darr.
Kahi tour pe jaane ka excitement,
Kahi waha se lautane ka dukh.Ye sab kuch humaari life me chalta rahega.

Par inki wajah se MANN ko kharaab karke nahi jee sakte.

Isliye zaroorat se zyaad khush hona aur zaroorat se zyada dukhi hona dono hi bure hai.

AUR HUMAARI SAARI LIFE IN SABSE MILKAR HI BANTI HAI