Kaai

This was inspired by the moss (kaai) growing on the window frames of the place where I currently stay.Kaai

Ghar ka sab se purana kamra mera hai,
Us se ab umra ki mehek aati hai.
Kamre ki pichli deewar par barson ki seelan jaise theher gayi hai,
Kaai jam aayi hai us par.
Putaai ke peele par ab neele hare dhabbe ban gaye hain.
Apne kaam se hatke mera dhyan kuch der se,
Unhi bemaani lagte dhabbon par hai.

Yahan ek khargosh uchalta nazar ata tha,
To wahan hawa mein lehrata ek ped.
Ek kone mein ek hara sa Kashmir jaan padta tha,
Aur wahan farsh ke pas kuch oont jaisa chal raha tha.
Us seeli kai ne jaise apni saari kalpana,
Ghar ki us pichli deewar pe utaar di thi.

Kaai shayad ye sab na janti hogi,
Us se shayad ye sab anjaane me hua hoga.
Uska to kaam hi hai nami ka peecha karna,
Uske saath saath badhte rehna.
Par zara farz karo, ke wo sab jaanti hai,
Hum jaise wo bhi saans leti hai,
Hum jaise usme bhi jazbaat hain,
Wo bhi sochti, kalpana karti hai,
Ek nanhi bacchi ki tarah-
Masoom aur bejhijhak,
Apne mann ki kehti, apne mann ki karti hai.

Kitna maza ata hoga na,
Bedhadak apni kalpana ko manchaha roop de dena,
Bejhijhak apne antar ko yun sab ke samne rakh dena,
Bina kisi sharm, kisi dar ya kisi rok tok ke,
Apni zindagi sirf apni tarah jina.
Jaise ye duniya ek theatre hai,
Aur aap stage pe akele, apni hi dhun me mast,
Apni zindagi ka sabse behtareen kirdaar nibha rahe hon,
Khud me itne masroof ki taaliyan bhi na sunai den.
Saari duniya se anjaan bas khud mein gumm.

Kaash….
Main bhi us kaai jaisa hota,
Meri bhi ek seeli deewar hoti,
Aur us deewar pe ...
Meri kalpana ke bedhadak hare rang hote.