IIT , Hostel-10 ,Room num-N 211

manzil ke dusre maale pe..lift ke samne chaar dewaarein hath mai hath milaye
ek  kamra  bnaye khadi hai...or usmi rakhe hai kayi samaan.


iss kamre ke apne samann se kuch ase dosti hai,
ki jane anjane sab ek he rang ke ho gaye hai.(green)

jab bhi zindagi ki dhoop se bachkar..

dusro ki or apni chot se bachkar...

 is halke hare rang ke kamre mai aye...

isne mujhe kuch is tarha chupaya..

duniya ke shor se bht dur puchaya..

or kuch ase sukhad lamhe diye ..

 jisme jiye jati hai mai or meri tanhayi.

ye chaar diware mere dost ho chali hai,

jo mere tarha chup..or apne andar hazaar batein bhari hai,

khadi rehti hai ek jagha ...har mausam ek sa chehra liye

na koi baat hai jo inhe khush kar jaye 

na koi dhoop jo inhe rula jaye.

jhaoroke ke pass rakhi kursi par hare gehre rang ka basta pda rehta hai,

jo itrata tha ,

kunki uska rang roop sabko bhata tha,

aaj sochta hoga,kab mere kandho  pe sawar hoke wo phir bahar jayega.

bistar par chadar padi hai kayi salwatein liye jo kabhi kbhi sedhi hoti,

aksar wakt to sote sote nikala hai..

wo naram gadda jispe sir rakh ke mai chat ko takti hu,

or kitne he afsane bandhti hu

kuch juthey kuch sache.

pankha chat se mujhko takta hai,

jase mere zindangi ki raftar napta hai...

 jo thehar gayi hai kisi mode pe

or beth gyi hai kisi kone mai is kamre mai khudko band karke.

maze pe ek hare rang ki balikhate si dikhne wali dairy padi hai..

.roj mera muh taak ti hai ..kab likhungi uspe phir,

kab rangungi usse phir apni kalam ki siyahi se...

ek sukha puadha hai khidki ke pass...

jo takta hai is aas se...ki kbhi barishein hongi to wo bhi mann geela krega.

ro ro ke usse ye kahega tum pehle kyu nhi aye..

taki  uska dard tere pani mai beh jaye..

ek panna muda pda hai kisi kitab ka...ek adhura ehsas liye...is intejar mai

ki phir usse uthya jayega or usse ant tak pura kiya jayega

kahi uski bhi aas adhuri na reh jaye..

ek ghadi maze pe ludki padi hai..

kunki wakt to kabse chala he nahi hai.

dewaar ki keel bhi dhele pad gayi hai,

ek tasveer hai uspepe jo tedi ho chali hai,

makdi ke jaalon ne usse jgha jgha se ghera hai,

 or ek dhool ki patli chadar bichai hai,

uss chadar ki gard mai kamre mai ruke samay ki kahani hai,

wo halka hara rang liye almari key darwazey ki charchrahat...

jase koi dard se karhaya ho...

wo mushkil se band hone wali khidki..

jaise kismat zidd kiye bethi ho mujhe rulane ko..

or ek gustakh muhfat aiana..

jo dil ka acha tha...jab bhi jhakti thi

mujhko mujhse he milwata tha.

taki mai khudko tanha na samjhu.

khidki ke bahar wo hare bhare paed,jo haste they 

khidki pe bethe kabutro ko dekh kar.

darwaze ke brabar amne samne do almari,

ek alamri khudko muh phade samne rakhi dusri almaeri ke sheshe mai khudko takti hai,

or aiana  muh bnaye betha hai,

or bagal mai rakhi kabutar sa rang liye choti almari..in dono ki shrarato pe hasti.

jab bhi bethungi kabhi bhi khi khamosh,

ye kamra bohut yaad ayega,

ye kamra baat krta hai mujhse.