कुछ उल्झे से खयाल....

युँ ही कुछ खामोश रातों में,
मन् से मन् की तन्हा उन बातों में,
बैठी हुँ, दिल में कुछ खयाल लिए


इन् खयालों में हैं सवाल कई,
जवाब जिनके मगर,
ना लाफ्ज़ों ने हमको दिए 


सोचती हुँ, 
की लिख दूँ इन्के बारे में अब कुछ,
पर कलम ऩा देता साथ् है,
खुद से बन गई इक दूरी सी है,
जो रोकती दिल की हर बात है 


अच्छा सा कुछ, कुछ बुरा भी लगता है,
टूटा है कुछ, पर जुड़ा भी लगता है,
खोजते हुए खुद को अब, आगए इतनी दूर हैं,
की छुटा है कुछ, पर मिला भी लगता है 


पूछते हैं कभी खुद से,
कभी तुमको भी सताते हैं,
हस्तें हैं कभी, 
तो कभी रो - से भी जाते हैं,
चले समेट्ने जो, इस बिखरी सोच को,
तो मानो, कुछ और उलझ से जाते हैं 


थक से गएँ है अब तो,
उल्झनो को सुल्झाते - सुल्झाते,
मिले हैं जवाब अब य़े जो,
तो सवाल हैं, की जो याद नहीं आतें 


खो गए इस भंवर में जो,
तो मन् को फिर से सम्झाते हैं,
"तु फिर से खयालों में, खो क्यू नही जाता ??"
"ऐसी खामोश रातों में, सो क्यू नही पाता ??"



~~शिप्रा शर्मा~~

ये कहानी...

लफ़्ज़ों में ना ढल पाएगी, ना लोगो को समझ आएगी,
ऐसे रिश्ते की है ये कहानी 
 
दो अनजान लोगो की, नोक - झोक भरी यादों की,
है ये अधूरी सी एक कहानी 
 
पलकों से  आसूँ  झलकते हुए, लबो पे थिर-थिराहट लिए,
लिखी टूटे शब्दों में है ये कहानी 
 
कुछ बने, कुछ बिगड़े,
कुछ सुनेहरे रिश्तों की है ये कहानी

इक शीशे - से दिल की गुडिया ने, जब चाहा तुम्हें दिल से,
तभी शुरू हुई ये कहानी 

तूफानों की डोर में  उलझ्ती  हुई, बारिश के शोर सी बरसती हुई,
बस पल दो पल की है ये कहानी

तुमने ना चाहा जब हमें, हमने जब चाहा बस तुम्हें,
उसी वक़्त की दास्ताँ है ये कहानी 

Assignments की बातें, Maggie भरी रातें,
Expense-sheet बनाते, और एक दुसरे को गुद-गुदाते,
कच्चे-पक्के रिश्तों में, बुनती हुई यादें हैं 
बस अब तो इक भूली परछाई सी,
लगती है ये कहानी     

जब तुमको सोते देख, रूह को राहत मिलती थी, 
जब हमारी बातों में मासूमियत सी लगती थी,
उन्ही पलों की है ये कहानी 

जब पल भर की दूरी खटकती थी, और यादों में रातें कटती थी,
जब एक नजारा पाने को आँखें  तरस्ती थी,
और हर ख़ास दिन पे, तुम्हारा साथ होने की जरुरत सी लगती थी,
उन एहसासों की है ये कहानी 

खट्टे-मीठे पल वो, जो बिताए थे साथ,
आज उन्हें फिर से जी लेने का मन करता है, 
हर आंसू को,
हँसी में बदलने का मन करता है,
लेकिन ये वक़्त जो बदला है, 
उन हालातों की है यह कहानी 

IIT के तनहा रास्तों में, CCD और Aromas की बातों में,
Bandra की झिलमिल सी जगमगाती उन रातों में, 
और airport के arrival hall में बिताए वक़्त में,
क़ैद हुए उन सभी लम्हों की है ये कहानी 

हर शाम के सन्नाटे में, तुम्हारी आहट सी लगती है,
रुक - रुक के चलती साँसों में, जब तुम्हारी साँसें महकती हैं
एक शोर सा उठता है मन में,
जब एक आवाज़ हलके से पूछ जाती है,
"क्यूँ अधूरी रह गयी यह कहानी " ??

तुमसे लड़ने को मन करता है, 
वापस पाने को मन करता है,
जब एक दस्तक सी मिलती है की,
कहीं और शुरू हो गयी तुम्हारी कहानी 

एक नई राह पर चल पड़े हो तुम,
टूटे - बिखरे सपने छोड़ चले हो तुम,
दिल बेचैन फिर भी पूछता है,
क्या कभी भूल-बिसरी यादों में,
याद आएगी तुम्हें भी ये कहानी ???


~~शिप्रा शर्मा~~

ALL I WISHED FOR......

I wished I were born to a wealthy and royal king

All I was gifted with were the most beneficent set of parents

I wished I were Snow White with seven care-takers

All I experienced was a childhood with siblings only more caring than the dwarfs

I wished I had a tutor coming home (royal learning)

All I got were schoolmates who turned to life-long buddies

I wished I never had to go to college

All I could capture were incredible memories of my teens

I wished I climbed the mt. everest

All I experienced were beautiful and memorable little treks

I wished I was on the top of the world

All I experienced was being a part of it

I wished I married the royal way

All I experienced was ‘falling in love’

I wished I did not have to painfully undergo child-birth

All I was gifted with was the ecstatic feeling of ‘motherhood’

I wished I had the benefits of being a man

All I was gifted with was the tenderness of ‘being a woman’

I wished I was righteous in all my ways

All I did was being a ‘petty human’

I wished I found salvation

All I found was my true li’l self

I wished to design my future

All I found was redemption in my past

I wished all my wishes came true

All I got were cute li’l surprises

I thought I had lost love

All I found was more of it within me

I wished I died at peace

All I got was a beautiful feeling - “LIFE” :-)

random thoughts of one wednesday evening....

Its 6.09 pm and its pouring cats n dogs in Mumbai…listening to the unplugged version of “tu jaane na” from the ranbir kapoor starrer ‘ajab prem ki gazab kahani’, I sit down 2 write …umm…I don’t know d topic yet :P..well…kailash kher is an awesome singer…he’s got this soulful voice which gets into your veins ….should I write a poem, may be a blog…or may be a li’l story …not that I’m lazy 2 do any of these….it’s this total different feeling….the feeling of “a feeling in the numbness” …how is one supposed 2 feel anything when he/she is numb…well….numb means “feeling nothing”…but strangely there is some kind of feeling that I can experience in this numbness of today….i can’t figure it out and my poor verbal communication skills fail 2 give me a synonym for this feeling….it’s like an egg-white within the yolk…is it possible??...y not….how would Einstein be Einstein if he’d never thought about the impossible….am I writing some shit….i guess so….but do I really care :P…I pity the reader, if any..hahahaha…..what am I gonna do with this stupid self of mine ….there’s some strange kind of space that I have recently been introduced 2 within myself….did it always exist with a possibility that I failed 2 notice….or is it that the recent events have created this space…and it is as new and fresh as dew drops or may be “new product development”…god marketing fundas are getting onto my nerves….whatever it is…..y are people so conscious when they write???...does my blog contain grammatical/verbal errors?? Are my sentences structured or am I losing the flow of it??? Is this piece of writing impressive??? How much would I score on a scale of 5 for my writing??...u write for urself…n having been conditioned on ur writing skills for 12 yrs of ur life, u r really conscious of what u write….ditch man…its ur space…write whatever shit u want to….i hate it when I edit my blog every few minutes while writing this….i hate 2 do it ..i still do it…n it still does not seem perfect….n I still don’t care….accha enuf of this….lets talk something abt what we call “belief”…I know …the first thing that comes 2 ur mind is “what a lame word”…..n god …this is a crazy n philosophical woman….but having gone into the depth of its meaning makes me realize there’s lot more 2 it……it’s the biggest intangible asset that the human self holds…one vital thing(read as feeling) that gives u the courage to dream, courage 2 love, to let go, 2 touch the unknown part of ur soul….to experience joy/sorrow, to aspire, to hope n to wait….n to have faith…in whatever it is that u believe….people credit words like “determination”, “hard work”, etc for all their success, even if that means being able to pluck a fruit from a nearby farm….but belief in a thing is wat gives birth 2 hope, determination, hard work etc…wat makes a frnd trust in another, wat makes a person love selflessly…its all abt belief….if u believe in something…it is for u….im not sayin that u will always bear fruits following ur belief…u might face rejections, betrayal, deceit..etc….belief n trust are two very different things….trust is related 2 a person/thing….n it is developed over time….but belief is what u find in urself…..which takes no effort….it happens by itself n u start ‘believing” in it….but the whole point of one’s existence seems meaningless without having a “belief” ….now that might differ at the individual level….there comes a time when u rewind ur lfe…look at the way things have shaped…u realize this was not the way u wanted it…but don’t stop believing in it….destiny has its own plans for u….n they work best…u just hav 2 believe, believe n still believe….a heart-break n ur belief in love is lost….love lies always within u…so believe in it….so is the case with every other relationship…..

its all abt believibg....ur beliefs can change over time...but having "belief" in the moment is what matters....so believe....n lose urself in that belief :)

my first peom...i know it sucks :P

Walking into my life,givin me a reason to strive

U touched my soul makin my death alive

A mascot or a savior,what should u be called??

All I know is flowers are what with my life had been walled

Showing me the colors of rainbows,u took me to the meadows

Taught me to write in the sky,

uncaging the bird inside me, let me fly

then I had a fall n tripped through the flower wall

dark clouds took over ,I had lost my savior

u were gone,too far to be found

all that kept ringing inside was the sound

of ur love,of those whispers

that u once made in my ears

my soul searching for u has come a long way

it tore my skin and my flesh away

if u r near and if u can try

plz do hear to my cry

im ryt here waiting for u

only to say “I LOVE YOU”

love 2 him is :)

this is a precious belonging dedicated to me by LOVE itself.......

Sometimes late in the night
I lie in my bed
And think about her
I see her smiling
Her serene tender lips
And her warmth
I long to experience
Her long silky hair
Sometimes wind attempts
Romance with them
But I am the one
Who gets played with
When her hair wave around
I fall
Deep
And when I climb the high mountains
I stand on their peaks
And think about her
Nature is beautiful
And so is she
She lies somewhere far away
Beneath those clouds
In a warm cozy bed
Thinking of me !!!