Ghazal

Isse pehle ki mera woh khayal bankar dhua ho jaaye,

Chalo zara Krishna bhakti me dua ho jaye !

Apni sacchai ke badle sach ki ummed bhi nahi mujhe,

Dua hai meri zindgi neki ka kua ho jaye !

Bus ek kahani jo teri padh li usne ae bansiwale,

Qaid teri hi soch me inasaan-e-mua ho jaye!

Rooh zehen pe sawaar rahe toh teri jhalak si dikhti hai,

Magar zehen rooh pe sawaar ho toh baddua ho jaye!

Pani choosti rehti hai sharab shareer ke andar,

Us sookhe pan me kabhi tu meethe pani ka kua ho jaye!

Vaibhav Mathur

Sufiana Khayalayat!

Main janta hun tu mere zehen ke andhere khayalo me kahi hai,

Bar bar khatkhatata hai tu darwazaa mera!

Kabhi toh is pyasi boond ko apne sagar se milne de,

Ho jane de mujhe apni hasiyat-e-andaaza mera!

Roz ke na jane kitne baasi khayaal uljhe hain zehen me,

Tere ruhaani khayal se ho jaye zehen taaza mera!

Jaanta hun kitne paap hote hain in haatho se,

Jab chahe mujh se lele hissa-e-khaamiazaa mera

Vaibhav Mathur

Khayalaat!

Randomness of thoughts

Na jane kitne khayal aaye aur ude,

Kuch acche kuch bure,

Kuch mehge kuch saste bade,

Kuch samtal kuch gehre,

Aur woh Jo is qayanaat se pare,

Kuch teekhe kuch meethe,

Aur kuch me jaise mere khuda ke chheethe,

Magar kuch anaath laawaris be-lavz reh gaye,

Aur kuch is zehen me pani ke tarah beh gaye,

Shayad ek do abhi bhi bhatak rahe hain kisi ki talaash me,

Pyasa shareer jaise ek boond paani ki aas me,

Wo aaj bhi kae darwaze khatkhata rahe hain,

Apne goongepan se jaise kalam chilla rahe hain,

Haan main nhi sambhal saka khud ko kagaazo me!

Vaibhav Mathur

Ek tukda Khuda!

Ek tukda Khuda!

Us raat khud ko chhaana toh dekha ki meri sari beimaniya, sach, jhooth, dukh , dard, khushi wgera sab jaise naali me beh gaya. Aur chhanni me bus ek tukda Khuda reh gaya.

Itna khalis itna khoobsurat wo zara sa tukda jaise sare bramhand ko apne ek hi kone me badi aasani se mehfooz kiye hue ho. Ye bhi ehsaas hua ke wo tukda shayad mere aur kai arbo zindagiyo ki kahaniyo ko sunhari likhawat me liye chamak raha ho. Usne shayad mujhe kuch kaha ya kuch ishara sa kiya magar main uski doodhiya roshni ke noor me khoya khoya sa tha.

Main use nihaar hi raha tha ke phir kuch hi minto me wo tukda dobara rooh me ghul ke phir se gayab hogaya.

By Vaibhav Mathur

Divine Diwali

Diwali in rough streets of my mind!

It is always dark out there. It is not an easy task to wander around the dark corridors of mind. Narrow streets are so complexly curved and wired that it is certainly impossible to pierce them through. Not even the best of GPS navigation system could guide you to your final destination in the city of your mind. However, thoughts of Krishna lightens up the abysmal wilderness of my mind. Mere idea of Krishna toggles that power switch back on to city which had been devoid of any electricity from several light years. And once that rusty switch is on, it is like ‘diwali’ in city of my mind. Every nerve is lighten up and now flowing towards the ocean of Krishna’s nature to surrender and lose its existence to that very ocean.Massive thousand watts of bulbs in boulevards of mind throw light on those dark, cold think-tanks of minute tiny cells to enlighten them of their supreme nature in accordance with the lord. Look, how beautifully divine this diwali is! Let’s try and figure out which cell wins the award of best decoration this Diwali.

By Vaibhav Mathur

Erisha doesn’t sleep!

Erisha’s Does not sleep!

There are times when Erisha would easily go to sleep without much difficulty. She would happily take the pacifier and close her eyes. After a few minutes, she would ask for milk and a few sips of milk would guarantee at least a couple of hours sleep. Nevertheless, there are times when she would not at all take the pacifier or any milk. She would try to get out of bed to run for other room probably because she thinks that something more interesting is going on there. She would scream and create a ruckus if I try to stop her forcibly to limit her to bed. Then she would not be pleased easily. The confused part is she would still have sleep in her eyes and really want to sleep. But for some reasons, her mind is deviated which probably had made her forgetful of her sleep. So now I need something to channelize her energy and bring her focus back to being sleepy. Sometimes I would let her cry for few minutes and sing her a song which would ease her to cozy surroundings and eventually sleep.

Diwali

दिवाली
अब तो घरवालों ने, रिश्तेदारों ने और दोस्तों ने यह पूछना भी छोड़ दिया है की इस बार घर आ रहे हो क्या!

वो शायद सोचते होंगे मैं अपनी इस US की लाइफ में मस्त होके अपना शहर अपने लोगों को भूल गया हूँ! शायद उनका यह सोचना भी ग़लत नहीं है के यह मेरा लगातार छठा साल है दिवाली पे घर न गए हुए!

मगर कोई मुझसे पूछे के जब दिवाली के दिनों में whatsapp और social media पे बधाइयों का सिलसिला चलता है तब मेरा दिल कितना पसीजता है! मन करता है मानो एक चुटकी में दिवाली निकल जाये बस!

मगर फिर भी मैं कभी कभी आँख बंद करके लौट जाता हूँ अपने बचपन के पुराने दिनों में और एक-आध फूलझड़ी जला के जल्दी से वापस अपनी ‘American dream life’ में आ जाता हूँ! सोचता हूँ वो पहले वाली खाली जेबों वाली दिवाली ही बेहतर थी!

Happy Diwali 2017!

Vaibhav Mathur

Fuck Lihaaz!

Badalna pada hume apna original andaaz, fuck lihaaz,

Aaj bhi nhi pata use mere dil ke raaz, fuck lihaaz!

Kuch logo ki dealing me formality zaroori hai,
Meethi baato ke liye jaise sugar factory zaroori hai,

Kuch log bade hain toh izzat ke haqdaar hain,

Iska fayda uthane hamesha tayiyaar hain,

Aur wo jo har baat pe hume judge karte hain,

Hui gar kuch oonch neench phir grudge karte hain,

Nahi aate log old school of thought se baaz,

Fuck lihaaz fuck lihaaz fuck lihaaz!

Kehne ko ishq bohat khoobsurat hai,

Phir kyu ishq ko lihaaz ki zaroorat hai,

Ishq me honi chahiye liberative feelings,

Magar pseudo lihaaz ko chahiye solid healing,

Sach kehne se darta hai ishq,

Sach sunne se darta hai ishq,

Shayad isliye maara maara phirta hai ishq,

Jane kis baat pe lihaaziyo ko hai naaz,

Fuck lihaaz fuck lihaaz fuck lihaaz!

By Vaibhav Mathur