Haathon Mein Khidki

Apne haathon mein apni khidki thaame
Dekhoon chalchitra jo banaaye zamaane
Khabar unki daurti behti chalti rahti
Phir ek -do jo mujh se kuchh kehti

Bulati thein mujhe is chaukhat ke paar
Ek ban ja tu bhi sang is dhaar
Dubki laga ke us moti ko khoj
Jo shaayad halka kar paaye kuchh bojh

Dekhi satrangi thi yahan duniya
Chaundh, tark aur doosron ki kamiyan,
Baatein hazaaron karte the yahaan
Kuchh gehre rishte bhi dekhe hote ravaan

Soch ka baazaar
Dincharya ka tyohaar
Umadte jazbaat
Aankh micholi Khayalaat
Chadhti lehar ki umang
Bheed mein hone ka Dabanng

Aina duniya ka mere haathon mein samaaya tha
Jaane kyon phir yeh lag raha paraaya tha?

(Written about social media, you read it as you will)

I hold my window in my hands

And watch the movies that the world creates

Their news runs, flows, keeps moving

An occasional one that speaks to me

They called out to me: Cross this threshold

Join us, be part of the stream

Dive in and join the search for that ‘pearl’

That will help lighten the load

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Here I saw the world in its seven hues

Dazzle, Argument and other people’s inadequacies

There would be much shallow talk here

And some deep friendships too took flight

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A market for thoughts

A celebration of the everyday

Rising emotions

Hide and Seek thoughts

The thrill of rising with the tide

The clout of being with the mob

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Aina duniya ka mere haathon mein samaaya tha
Jaane kyon phir yeh lag raha paraaya tha?

The mirror to the world had been contained in my hands

Wonder why then it felt so alien, unknown?

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