सुबह की बारिश

सुबह की बारिश कुछ याद दिलाए,
एक फ़साना जो लिख ना पाए,
एक अधूरी दिलसोज़ कहानी,
पीली सफ़हों में छुपी रवानी,

बूँदों की आहट पत्तों से सरके,
भूरे बादल टहनियों पे बैठे,
गीली मिट्टी की पोर में घुलकर,
एक टीस की उल्फ़त घर बनाए,

अंजाने मक़ाम की पहचानी राहें,
साथ चले कुछ देर फिर छूटे,
सुबह की दूरी शब में ढ़ल कर,
वक़्त के मौसम नींद उड़ाए,

फिर तेज़ उठी बारिश की बूँदें,
गीली टीस भी खुल कर बरसे,
वक़्त के मरहम रूह जलाए,
सुबह की बारिश कुछ याद दिलाए.

Comments

Prabhu Mohapatra said…

That 8s beautiful ..but would need some diction ary to understand some words tis ki ulfat..
Kya hai

22 August 2020 at 18:59

Nitin Sinha said…

Tees in Hindi means pricking pain. Usually, ulfat (love) creates pain but I have changed the order of feeling, as in, tees, the pain creating its own ulfat.
Thanks for liking it Prabhu.

23 August 2020 at 00:54

Unknown said…

Inspiring. A hidden talent is exploding.

23 August 2020 at 19:17

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