ek jana pehchana seher,
phr bhi sabke liye naya hai,
sabki umeedo pe khda hai,
kisi ne surkhiyo mai pda ,to kisi ne spano mein jada hai,
har seher ki yu to kuch baat hai,
magar janaab is Mumbai ki jaan,
kisi bjaar,kisi imarat ya kisi filmi sitare mai nahi….
Ruh ko sukh dene wali ek nanhi pyaali..cutting chai mai hai,
Ye sirf chai nai..kisi bhuke ki bhook ko mitane ka tareka,kisi thake ka sahara.ek nya ujala,
Kisi hare hue ki nayi rah..or zindangi ka,un choti choti chuskiyo mai flashback dekhne ki chaah hai.
Iske naam ke apne hi kisse hai,
Har kisi ki jbani ek nayi khani,kisi ne kha puri na pee paye to kaat di,
To kisi ne jab sath mile to baat li,par jab jab kati..jab jab bati
To ek rishta bna dia..kabhi atkhelio pe hasaya to kbhi purane kisso pe rula diya,
Or kuch nahi to ek dost he bna dia,
Nukkado ki un choti dukanno pe ek.smaah bandha gai,
Ab wo dukaan nai..doston ka adda hai,or ye cutting ab dosto ke milne ka mudda hai.
Yha ki dunia raftaar bhari hai,yha jo gir ke tute gya unke liye zameen tak nahi.
Or jo gir ke phr chal diye unke liye akash bhi kam hai,
Ye to unke liye hai jo girte hai uss jharne ki traha ..jo mitti mai mil kar bhi apne aap ko khatm nhi hone deta..chattano se takrane ke darr se behna nai chod deta,
yha bacha chalna nahi daudna seekhta hai,
kunki chalne wala daud mein kha jeetta hai,
bhaagne mai itna masroof hai aadmi,ki bhagte bhagte ek umar bita jata hai,
or yuhi kabhi jab ek cutting pene…apni thkan bhulane ..or dosto se milne ata hai..tab ek umar nikal jane ke bad,ek choti se dukan pe chai ki chuskiyo mai ye samjh pata hai…
ZINADANGI WO HAI JO HUM JEE RAHE HAI,WO NAHI JO HUM SOCHTE HAI.
Samajh nahi ata kis ki parshansha karu,
Uss insane ki jo aasman mai latka isse bulandio pe leja rha hai,
Ya uski bare main kahu,
Jo gareeb,vivash insaan keede se battar jindange jiye jar ha hai,
Dunia ne kangoora dekha,par nEev ko nai dekha,
Chamchamti uchi minaro ko dekha,
Ac gadi mai bethe nwabo ko dekha,
Magar un gareebo ko kaun puchta hai,
Jo dhool mai lipta,dhoop se jalta,
Ye imarte bnata hai,
or pal pal jindingi jeene ka mulye,
Apne prano se chukata hai,
Kya hai asli Mumbai kaun iska theka lega,
Jo anitiyat ki katha kahe ,vyatha kahe,
Or shabdo ke yagya mai,manush ka kalsh rahe,
Kaunsa sa chitrkar rango mai doob kar iski asli tasveer banega,
Ek awaj uthi ..to kal use dabba dia jayega,
Or phr ek bar khun ke chape se kavi ka ghar rang jaega,
Magar shor mai cheekhe kha sunai dete hai,
OR YE KYU BHUL JATA HAI INSAAN IS CHAMAK DHAMAK MAI,
KI DEEPAK CHAHE KITNA HE TEJ JALE,USKE TALE MAI HMESHA ANDHERA HE AYEGA
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