Ishq ka hasil aur jama

Ishq ka hasil aur jama.

 

6 Hair bands. 4 alag alag tarah ki baalon wali Clips.

Woh… uss din jo sandal tuti thi tumhari, Uska Ek strap.

Aur haan Woh kitaab jiske panne mod kar diye they tumne.

Sambhal rakha hai maine sab, Jab aaogi toh le jaana.

 

Waise chote bade mila kar, kuch 23 kapde bhi pade hai tumahre.

Unme se, kuch me tum bala ki haseen lagi.

jaise woh red wala top aur Black wali dress.

Woh baby pink crop top aur woh green jump suit.

Sab yahin pada hai.

 

toh mai bas yeh keh raha tha ki kharid lena na waisa sa hi kuch kahi se..

kyunki, Sach kahu toh Lautane ka Dil nahi karta mera.

 

Nahi Nahi Mazak kar raha hoon, Sambhal rakha hai maine sab, Jab aaogi toh le jaana.

Waise kuch hisab bhi dena tha tumko, Jo tumhari meri Tasveer wala, Coffee mug diya tha tumne.

Uska handle tut gaya hai mujhse. Blue wali shirt bhi peechel 2 hafton, Mil nahi rahi hai kahin par aur..

Perfume khatam ho gaya hai.

Ghadi khoyi nahi hai par band ho gayi thi. Isliye utar rakhi hai, bas bata raha hoon tumhe.

Woh Green wali check shirt dhobi ne jala di.

Woodland wale joote Zeeshan le gaya.

tumhare diye Earphones aur Chashma, ek din Airport par jaldbaazi me chhut gaye.

bahut dhunda, nahi mile.

 

Par Woh sukha hua Gulaab ke phoolo ka guladasta.

tumhari lipstick ke nishaan wala paper cup.

Woh tissue paper jis par tumne number likh kar diya tha, tumhari car parking ki parchiya.

Woh Tute hue Clutcher ke Dono hisse. tumahre more pankh wale jhumke.

Aur mai….

 

yeh sab kuch jo bhool gayi thi tum, ya shayad jaankar chhoda tha tumne.

Apni jaan se bhi jayada, Sambhal rakha hai maine sab, Jab aaogi toh le jaana.

Zakir Khan

 

(continuation from Ashk)

 

Tum soch rahi hogi kya bas cheezon ka hisaab rakha hai?

Hisaab har jazbaat ka hai jo tumse juda hua hai..

 

Wo jo pahli baar tum yu itraai thi aur meri shayri pe yu muskurai thi

Wo jab tumne pahli baar thaama tha haath mera Wo jab pahli baar meri aaghosh me aayi thi..

 

Hisaab un jazbaat kaa bhi hai jab tum toot toot ke roi thi hamaari pahli ladaai ke baad..

Hisaab un jazbaat ka bhi hai jab badi berukhi se chhoda tha tumne mera saath..

 

Main yu to yaad dilaana nahi chaahta tha par ammi kahti hai 77 raate mere kamre se rone ki aawaze aati thi..

Abbu kuchh kahte nahi par ab wo bewajah yoon hi daantate bhi nahi..

Baap hai na wo har haal jaan ke bhi khaamoshi akhtiyaar karna farz hai unka..

Bahen bhi badi sanjeeda rahti hai meri chehre ki maayusi dekh kar par wo pagli aksar mujhe hasaane ki koshish kar jaati hai..

 

Ye to bas kuchh chuninda jazbaat hai jo socha tumhe bata doon

Hisaab nahi lunga tumse mere Ashkon ke qatro ka

Naa hi hisaab lunga tumse wo laayani farebi mohabbat ka

 

Tum dogi bhi kya hisaab ke apni mohabbat to bas meri akele ki kahani thi

Usme thi to tum naam ko shaamil magar tumhare har jazbaat me beimaani thi..

 

To jaao, aur jaake khush raho kahi par

jaha tumhe lage yehi hai tumhare zindagi ki manzeel

 

Par haan, Jab aaogi palatkar waapas to le jaana ye jazbaat bhi,

ke maine sambhal rakhkha hai tere liye..

Jab aaogi to le jaana..

 

Ashk Nigahee

The Known Stranger.

         He was a good looking guy, one who was very much attentive towards his hairstyle cause he believed in the motto ‘First impression is the last impression.’ He loved staying in the limelight and may be that’s why he scored pretty well after putting determined efforts and was renowned as one of the nerds. But the truth was he was never a nerd, he was a poet, a mischievous one, who used to tease girls at school. Girls who were attractive (especially those who were egoist) were the usual victims of his sarcastic poetry. May be that’s why his group was limited to only seven lads who were dedicated towards their goals of lives.

         She was a financially middle class student, a daughter raised with values, pride of her parents. She used to wear Hijaab (veil) because she was beautiful or she looked beautiful because she used to wear Hijab was a mystery for everyone including herself. Undoubtedly a book worm. She wouldn’t even care to look who is sitting next and hence according to his definition she was an egoist.

         Coincidentally their seats were allotted parallely. On the very first day of the junior high school (10+2 in India) their eyes met and they were drenched in the showers of love. She was bit shy and hence there was no scope that she would have spoken to him first. Although he was dashing, he hesitated in talking to her considering the fact about his mischievous behavior she may avoid talking to him.

         The year was gone with the wind and they both passed with good grades. Destiny played her role again and both were admitted in the same college for different streams. He used to behave as if he was her watchful protector and would take care of her like a silent guardian. In the annual college gathering he dedicated a poem to her without taking her name. He called her the Known Stranger. She liked it so much and surprisingly he won the first prize too!! Their love was an untold truth to them. But they never uttered a single word to each other, never talked sweet nothings of love or even expressed it openly. They were happy with the silent love which was blossoming day by day.

         Meanwhile they both graduated. He went to Pune to pursue his MCA and eventually became a Security Analyst. He got to know that she was gonna pursue her Masters in Biotechnology but she disappeared in thin air, God knows where. He had thought of proposing her once he had settled down in his career but she was unreachable for everyone.

         And now in this strange world of possibilities he is searching for “The Known Stranger”. Lets hope he meets her 🙂

beautiful stranger