Irrfan

We lost the finest ctor of our times today. RIP Irrfan. 

Ammi ka zarur dulhara raha hoga,

Ek jumma bhi unke bina kata nahi. 

Pata nahi kab se chain ki neend nahi soya hoga, 

Sahabzade ki zidd thi ki maa ki gaud mein sar rakh ke sounga. . 

Wo adakaari dekhne ko dil bekarar rahega. 

''Wait for me'' ka intezaar ab ta-umar rahega. 

Ek safar jo adhura sa chooth gaya hai, 

Hume shikanji ka intezaar ta umar rahega.

Wo andaaz yaad rahega,

Wo awaaz yaad rahegi, 

Screen par hone ka ehsaas yaad rahega, 

Aakhon se kiya abhinay, 

Wo muskaan, wo aasu, wo cheekh, 

Ek one liner mein itna kuch keh dene ka hunar, 

Adakaari ka har jalwa yaad rahega. 

Yuh toh maut sab khatam karr deti hai, 

Alvida na keh paane ka malaal zinda rahega. 

Kam hi hote hain aise insaan, par yakeenan, 

Humare aansuon mein hi sahi lekin, Roohdaar zinda rahega,

Irrfan zinda rahega. 

The old man with his old spectacles - NaPoWriMo Day 20

I abhorred the old man with his old spectacles. 

Who looked at the contemporary life in his old ways. 

Our views were always so different. 

'' Why could he not be modern?

Why he can't accept different gender roles, 

Why can't he be tolerant to more faiths? 

Why can't he look beyond caste and class?

Why does he has to live in a box? '' 

All our communication was done. 

I listened to his views from distance. 

I started opposing everything he said. 

Not in arguments, but in my head. 

Once by accident, we got stuck together. 

There was no option, but to talk rather

There was friction at first, 

Rejection was my default construct. 

Only when I listened to him I reflected. 

There were many things we both accepted. 

His vision was different than mine,

Because it was true to his time. 

He reflected what he was exposed to, 

His knowledge, his experience, his interpretations. 

I could call him wrong, 

He could call him wrong. 

But we both could listen, 

We both could talk. 

To reject him blindly, 

Would be bigotry. 

Now, I admire the old man, 

Abhor his old spectacles. 

Baatein - NaPoWriMo Day 19

Baatein aksar mansoobon se nahi hoti. 

Thodi alfaaz se hoti hai, thoda andaaz se hoti hai. 

Badzubanon ke sach bhi na qabil e qabool hote hain.

Narm lahje walo ke jhoot bhi sir aakhon par hote hain. 

Evolved - NaPoWriMo Day 18

...

The tides have turned, 

Another generation has come, 

With a promise of doing over, 

All the wrongs of its predecessor. 

As it turns out, 

They commit the same mistakes, 

Only the form changes,

Mock the ''man is evolved'' claim. 

Instincts - NaPoWriMo Day 17

Perhaps to live a life, you got to follow the instincts,

But to what event?

The ego of being an evolved species will be shattered,

If i give away to instincts like an animal.

The mind must wonder freely, but in stiff chains.

Instincts must not defy the purpose.

The struggle - NaPoWriMo Day 16

Dark clouds hover over my head

I'd be inhuman not to be depressed.

The curse of knowledge and empathy,

Has jeopardized my sanity. 

The battles are not merely exterior:

They follow a federal structure.

The struggle is to disseminate  what I know, 

To ears which may not be eager listebers. 

The struggle is to accept defeats, 

On numerous fronts outside my control. 

The struggle is to be persist my challenge,

In a war that overwhelmed all mortals. 

Sabzi ka majhab - NaPoWriMo Day 15

Jab padhaogey 2020 ki mahamaari ka ithihas, 

Yeh ek panna kar dega sharmsaar. 

Haan wo bhi ek waqt tha,

Jab sabzi ka bhi majhab tha.

Bhook se jab kitne log gharast thay, 

Kuch log sabzi wale naam puchne mein vyast thay. 

Kisi ke thele par bhagua jhanda  latka tha. 

Kisi ke hisse mein sahab ka fatka tha. 

Faqr se twitter par trend kar rahe thay '' aarthik bhaiskaar''

Shayad siyast ke liye zaruri tha nafrat ka ye karobaar.