Mein bahut door chali jaaungi...

ek adhura khwab, ek kissa huu mein
tera tujhmein hi ek hissa huu mein
har gali mohaalle jo guzre
woh charchaa huun mein

mere hassne pe aksar jali duniya
aaj roti hoo to hasti hein yahi duniya

mere har khwaab ko todaa
kabhi apno kabhi paraayo ne yahan
aaj mein toot gayi to nahi aaya koi

ab tanhaayi meri mujh pe hassa karti hein
mere hone naa hone ki fikar karti hein

aaj tanhaa huun mein tanhaa hi guzar jaaungi
raakh ho aaj isi mitti mein mil jaungi

fir dhunge shayad mujhe mujhpar hasne waale
yaad aayenge mere bhi aansoo aankhon se chhalakne waale

unke labon pe tab mera naam chadaa hoga
kuch to achha tha mujhmein yeh charchaa aam hoga

kho k mujhko, mujhe hi roz paas paaoge
aaine mein khud ko nahi mujhko dekh paaoge

taras jaaoge aur tadap jaaoge
ek mujhe chhor k kisi aur k naa ho paaoge

thukraake dil ko mere khush hone waale
mujhe kho k jo bhi paaya use thukraaoge

meri har baat meri har yaad tumhe chedengi
mera naa hona duniya mein tumhe todegaa

fir kahin jaake tumhe mere dard ka hisab hogaa
par fir yuun din raat pachhtaane se kya hogaa

jeeti jee mere jo naa kahin tumne dil ki baat
mere marne pe usi baat ko dohraaoge

mein bahut door bahut door chali jaaungi
tum mujhe chaah k bhi naah bhulaa paaoge

mein ek zarra ban khaak mein mil jaaungi
mein jeete jee naa jee par mar k fir jee jaaungi

-Pooja Agarwal

18 Nov 2010

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