खुदा

अनोखा ये एहसास है, खुद में मिल जाने का...

कमियों के बीच कहीं, पूरा सा दीखता हूँ...

व्यथाए कुछ कम हैं, द्वेष भी नहीं रहा ...

लगता है जैसे की, खुद को पा लिया ||

अब ना अकेला हूँ, जिन्दगी के सफ़र में...

जज्बा भी कहीं अब दीखता नहीं टूटता...

विश्वाश की डोर ये, कही तो बधीं है...

लगता है जैसे की, खुद को मैंने पा लिया ||

अब ना है निराशा, ना ही तो कमी है...

जवाब हर सवाल का, मुझमे ही कहीं है...

करम ये तेरा है, मेरा कुछ भी नहीं.... ऐ खुदा !!

लगता है जैसे की, तुझको मैंने पा लिया ||

                                    अभय कुमार

                                    १६ अप्रैल २०१५

पहचान

कभी..., शब्दों के भंडार मे से, वो एक शब्द खोज लेना, काफ़ी मुश्किल होता है, जो किसी रचना को शुरू कर दे। यह उतना ही मुश्किल होता है, जितना की इस संसार की भीड़ मे खोइ अपनी पहचान को ढूंढना। वो पहचान जो अनगिनत परछाइयों के बीच कहीं अलग थलग हो गई है।

यह दुनियां सच मुच में अजीब सी है, जो किसी के जन्म लेने से पहले ही, उसका भाग्य तय कर देती है। आपको किस रास्ते पर चलना है; लगभग पहले से ही तय होता है। पर जब कभी हम अपनी विशिष्टताओं को जानने की कोशिश करते हैं, तो प्राय: हम खुद को किसी दूसरे ही रूप में पाते हैं, और वह रूप ही शायद हमारी असली पहचान होती है।

आज ये सब लिखने का कारण, शायद मेरे दोस्त के मुंह से निकले वही कुछ शब्द हैं… जिनमें मुझे एक लेखक बनने की सलाह दी गई थी। खैर ऐसे शब्द, सामान्यतः कुछ पल के लिये मेरी वेदना बढा देते हैं। पर मैं फ़िर से अपनी वेदना को शान्त कर वापस जीवन के उसी सामान्य ढर्रे में आ जाता हूं। हाँ यह सच है, कि लीक से हट के किसी का अपनी ही खोज मे निकल जाना एक अत्यंत कठिन निर्णय है। पर दूसरा सच यह भी है, कि विशिष्ठ  वही हैं, जो उस भिहड़ से अपने असली प्रतिबिम्ब को खींच लाने में सफ़ल रहे। वास्तव में वे ही सफ़ल हैं, और वें ही पूरे हैं।

काश हम भी कभी उन रास्तों पर जाने की हिम्मत जुटा सकें, जहां हम अपनी रचना को पूरा कर पायें, और मै भी “कभी” ऐसा शब्द खोज लूं जो मेरी रचना पूरी कर दे…॥

अभय कुमार

No hurdle would be so effective that can stop us in our way... if we have faith in us and we believe that we are right...

“I’m Right”

Forgetting the sound, that howls around;

And eyes, those standing against of you…

When you choose your way unlike to crowd;

And destiny of upcoming journey too…

You move your steps and put them across;

Knowing that stones will sharp in way…

And sound will rise, would sharper than those;

But; yet you keep your fearness away…

You walk through miles, without the gains;

And find that toes are even being red…

You fill that color into your veins;

To force them that let you moving ahead…

You fall around thousands times in hour;

But keep your smile, even in pain…

And take every fall, as a bounty you score;

And promise yourself to never score it again…

You see your path, by lighting your soul;

In Cimmerian nights, where dreams are dark…

Or melt yourself in the burning coal;

To become a bow and hit the mark…

When it’s all you do, to just for Just;

But never to be known in people’s sight…

And stand against the world at base of trust;

Because you believe, at the point… I’m Right!!!

ABHAY KUMAR

11-1-12

While on the way...

While on the way... A way which allures but never has destinations. A way which calls to taste its temptations but bring us so far from the peace of mind and soul. A way where every thing glitters and touch a lust but all  fake and momentary..!! steps sometimes shivers, listening some whispers. The whispers which howls around the ears... and tow its heel bloody to stop us... But at last that howling whispers loss its intense, and collapse into its name..

while on the way...we follow it ignoring the voice of goodness. A goodness in which always our soul rests... we let it feel an obsession of our apathy. Forgetting all the values and intrude all those boundaries...we compel ourselves to find out something that never exists. Nevertheless we know the quest will feed the darkness and leach our courage...

while on the way... we never try to realize what is right and wrong although we might aware what the results are. Our every little mistakes; which generally be ignorable for us, transforms in blunders some day...

we'll be poor enough if we generally fall in this 'yes and no' situations and yet does not take path of goodness... That whispers are the voice of soul and a real wisdom of man. And Wisdom tells us the right things, which always leads us in the path of God.

My poem "INSIDE"; although all we r drone somewhere in darkness but some inspirations always give us a call to START WITH NEW BEGINNINGS...that's how God is Inside us

"INSIDE"

Itself they (eyes) were closed slowly.

When I asked to see Inside...

There were Just guilt and sins around.

Was nothing, Just dark and dark; besides.

I moved the curtains that bled to dark.

Perhaps a ray may have left somewhere.

But hopes had fall, with tears and all.

Oh god! I had done just sins forever.

Movement in a WORLD...

We often commits, make promises to ourselves. Sometimes some

of those commitment run a journey of few days... but a long last journey is very exceptional. 

Even this procedure we follow almost every day. We sometimes disappoint with our nagging habit, that why i'm not able to honor my commitment.                       

    But we never think, what are the reasons behind this looseness and the liquidity, and ultimately feel a guilty.

Well it is very obvious that, in this era which is seeding to rush and disappointment; sticking with our devoir, is very much difficult. But if we stop a moment and try to forgive our self, then it ease our devastation.

     Basically this moment of getting freedom from our stiffness is a great movement in a world... a WORLD OF OUR THOUGHTS. Although the criticism is necessary at a extent. But Self blaming all time... is a tool to dig out the courage we have. 

Commit, and start follow it firmly. And if fails sometimes... then start again. At a day you'll find that you are actually getting change.

  

Never withdraw... in any situation... must be somewhere you'll find a way... trust in God and so as in yourself:)

"THE END"

In the glow of the day; there,

I saw the dark of night.

No way could I find anywhere.

Nor God did steer me to fight.

Nobody was awake to play the role,

In the city of love the fame and light.

The zombies were crying from well of coal,

No flame could light to shine bright.