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Andlib Farid Jun 2016
Love is the chirping of a nightingale
Love is the chuckles of adorb baby
Love is the falling of leaves in fall
Love is the dewdtops in summer
Love is the nummy pulao in dinner
Love is the present of new shoes
Love is the typing in whatsapp
Love is the new message in inbox
Love is writing this poem
Love is everywhere.love is in the air
Nishu Mathur Apr 3
I go back in time
as I get a whiff of some familiar scent.

Like the aroma of spices from my mother’s pulao —- the blend of bay leaves, cinnamon, black cardamom and cloves
that left eyes sparkling in anticipation of a royal meal.

Or the scent of fruits
that made their way into my lunch at school - bananas, apples, grapes, oranges
along with an embroidered napkin
that held onto the smell of the season, the love of parents and the comfort of home.

The tanginess of lemons in my father’s cologne —- a burst of summer every time I opened his closet.

The fragrance of roses from incense sticks that my grandmother would light as she prayed —
the mysticism of life in her folded hands.
The smoke would rise from the sticks, curling, to reach heaven along with her prayers -
and I would look upward wondering if God could hear her songs and smell the roses.

The heady scent of rain and earth as we played in puddles
walking and slipping
splashing and laughing
lost in the moment
hearts as light as those drops of rain.

A whiff of these and I travel back in time
I miss the innocence
and melange of those
happy scents and aromas.

It seems like a different world.
And though far away —
It seems like yesterday.
cyn Sep 22
kahi phas gyi toh?
galat jagah, galat logo ke beech
agar nikal na paayi toh?

sochne wali baat kuch aisi—
dekhi zindagi, mili unsabse
gaate rehte ye woh geet
ki kaise, kahan se shuru hui kahani.
ab keh dene ke liye hai toh kaafi;
par kya matlab, kya hai kuch azaadi?

ek darr rehta hai, har waqt,
seene mai aise daba hua sa
ki kahin dikh na jaye kisiko,
koi padhna le.
padd gyi pyaar mai aur nikla woh galat?
kardiya kuch jo nahi karna tha; kho baithi zindagi par hakk?
har cheez mai, saans lete hue,
galti se gehri leli aur bhool gyi kaisi aur kyu bharni ye aas.
kho baithi khudko iss duniya mai, kisi aur ke paas?
toh sambhalne kon aayega?
log toh chor dete na saath?
kuch anhoni hojaye, toh lelete ek kadam
peeche, hamesha peeche—
jis raaste aaye the, nikal jaate darwaaza band krke.

bachta kon?
mai, galtiyan, aur woh khamoshi
jo kehti, dheere se, yaad dilati.
yahi hota hai, jab chahkar kareeb aajate hai aanjaan saath.

gehraiyaan kaisi, jinme dubte hue mann lagta hai;
woh khauf, kaha, kisise dil lagane deta hai?
kabhi legaya woh phir, wapas na aaya mudke.
toh bikhre hue kaise rehna hai, ye kon samjhayega mujhe?

jaan se anjaan jo hojaye—
sochne wali baat:
kaise kaise bikhar sakte;
itne saare tareeke, aur wahi purani raat.

sukoon kaha milta hai?
agar intzaar karti rahi toh chalke aayega mere darwaaze tak?
aur mohabbat? dosti? yaari? woh rishte jo bachpan se saath?
unka kya?

jaate jaate rehjate
kuch sapne hai mere bhi.
bass kabhi lagta woh bhi khayali pulao toh nahi.
samajhti nahi, jaldi.
rehti hoon khwabon mai—
kya sach, kispar yakeen?
nahi aata karna, toh na bolpati kya hai dil mein.
thodi ajeeb si hoon;
darti bhi hoon, lekin ladd bhi leti hoon.
bhaagti hue bhi, wapas wahi aakar rukti—
jisse bachkar bhaagi thi.
shayad waqt, waqt sambhal le.

shayad yahi chaabi uss darr ki zanjeer ki;
waqt ke saath, shayad lagna hi band hojaye.

par phir ek choti awaz,
kahi dil ki,
ki aise waqt sab kuch theek hi kar deta.
toh darr hota hi kyu?
aur darr rhega hi nahi,
toh zindagi ka mauka chuna hi kyu?

agar ye waqt chalta chala gya
aur mai reh gyi toh—
kya kabhi karpaungi khudko maaf?

sambhalna khud ko hi hai;
toh kyu banaya ye dil aur kisi aur ke saath rehne ki aas?
ye khwaish jo dedi mujhko—
dekhti hoon unko jo rehte khush, lagte khush;
jiske bhi saath **, lagte hai ek doosre ke liye.
par kya—
kya chun sakti hoon mai kabhi?
dhund sakti hoon, ya band darwaze ke peeche koi intzaar krke, karega ek din darkhwast?
hoh kaisi tum!

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