THE POET TREE

THE POET TREE(mahakavita by $andy poet)

Insaani isq ke madhmast ehsaas nai daali mujhpe aese chavvi;
Sochu mai ek paid ho kar bhi ban gya aakhir kese kavvi.
Paid ho kar bhi mujhe ek ladki se ho isk gya ;
Bheja mera bhi aashiko jesa thoda khishak gya.
Aakhir mai bhi to prani hu,mujhe bhi isk karne ka adhikaar hai;
Mumkin hai sb lekin muskil karna usse pyar ka ijhaar hai.
Wo phoolon si muskuraati hui ,roj mujhse milne aati hai;
Kabhi sir rakh mujhpe soti hai,to kabhi naa jaane kyu aansu bahati hai.
Uske murjhaaye hue chehre par jab apne patte mai barsata hu;
Wo upar dekh k hasti hai thoda,aur mai v dekh use muskuraata hu.
Kabhi jee chahta hai,apni baahon mai uthakar fal taud kar khilau use;
Ab baat itni bad chuki hai,kyu naa apne maa-baabu se milau use.
Jee chahta hai use khusian du itni k khusian kbhi kam naa hone paaye;
Naa gam ho jeevan mai uske aur palke uski kbhi nam naa hone paaye.
Sochta hu naa jaane use paas mere aa k kya milta hoga sokoon ;
Jo roj mujhse milne chali aati hai chahe December ho ya june.
Thithuraate hue kabhi thand mai bethi rehti hai khamosh mere sahare;
Ya tapti dhoop mai ,chaaya mai so jaati hai mere kinaare.
Aksar nihaaru uske chehre ko,sochu kyu ye samay ruk nai sakta;
Choona chahu uske komal gaalon ko,par vivash ye paid jhuk nai sakta.
Din dhalte hi samajh jaata hu ,ab akela mujhe chod chali jayegi ye;
Par dil behla leta hu kehke ki kal fir milne tujhse aayegi ye.
Ek raat wo gyi ,mai khoya khyaalo mai use nihaar rha tha;
Aur neeche ek sajjan mere tanne pe kulhaadi maar rha tha.
Dekh najaara neeche ka mai ghabraaya aur jhatpataane laga;
Us ladki ke sang bitaaya har lamha yaad mujhe aane laga.
Aankhein hoti kaas meri jo,kuch pal ro leta uski yaad mai;
Kuch pal ki zindagi meri sesh thi ,jo hoti nahi kuch pal baad mai.
Sahaara dene waala kat ke gira ye zor se ho k beshaare;
Sapne kya sajaaye they maine,toot gye saare k saare.
Ae dunia waalo tumne ik sache aashik ko uski aashika se kyu kiya juda;
Dard tumhe v dega judaai ka wo upar betha hua khuda.
Maine tumhe jeene ko saanse di,fal,lakdi,apna maine sab diya;
Par bharosha uth gya insaano se,dard judaai ka inhone mujhko jab diya.
Mat kaato hame,kro ham par tum thoda sa upkaar;
hum bhi dekhna chahte k kesa hota hai ye insaani pyaar.
Hum dhaai aksar naa samjhe besak prem ke,samjhe ho sayad daidh hi;
Par tum kya samjhoge hmaare jajbaato ko aakhir hai to hm ek paid hi.

save trees let dem love............
$andy's