ek chota sa din
aur chaubees tukde
aapas mein jude-jude
aur kuch bikhre-bikhre kabhi pooja ki mala ke
mankon ke jaise
kabhi nadi ke kinare ke
kankadon ke jaise kabhi bachpan ke khelon ke
kanchon ke jaise
kabhi sapno ke gehno ke
heeron ke jaise japta hoon
khelta hoon
phenkta hoon
sahejta hoon ek chote se din ke
in chaubees tukdon ko
chunta hoon ek-ek kar
phir bhi, kitne kam padte hain ye
teri yaad ke liye
jab tu aa jayegi
to gin-ne nahi padenge ye mujhe
aur chaubees tukde
aapas mein jude-jude
aur kuch bikhre-bikhre kabhi pooja ki mala ke
mankon ke jaise
kabhi nadi ke kinare ke
kankadon ke jaise kabhi bachpan ke khelon ke
kanchon ke jaise
kabhi sapno ke gehno ke
heeron ke jaise japta hoon
khelta hoon
phenkta hoon
sahejta hoon ek chote se din ke
in chaubees tukdon ko
chunta hoon ek-ek kar
phir bhi, kitne kam padte hain ye
teri yaad ke liye
jab tu aa jayegi
to gin-ne nahi padenge ye mujhe
Born in New Delhi, India in 1980 and is a retired pessimist (still) living in New Delhi. He has Haryanvi ancestors, a Punjabi girlfriend, friends all over the world, two (or more) yet to be born children, (many) memories of (many) pet dogs and no cats ever. He holds an honours degree in English Literature from the University of Delhi and creates advertisements for paying the bills. His interests are universal, and include: living, eating, sleeping and when not sleeping, daydreaming. Other abiding interests include reading, writing, street photography, newspaper editorials, watching the moon and planning trekking trips that never materialize.
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