The weather never ceases to amaze me. When it is sunny in the winters and raining in the hill stations, isn't it the best feeling?!?
Only the rain today made me come back to my writing, jitna thoda-bahut likh leti hu :)
So, thanks to the mast mausam and requests from few of my friends who were waiting for my next poem. And, here it goes:
Mausam ke Rang
Yeh mausam bhi anokhi cheez hai
Kab banta hai, kab bigadta hai
Jane kaise har rang badalta hai
Kahin to hai sunehri dhup, kahin Chhaya hai, kabhi nabh me hota hai baadlon ka dera, toh kabhi hota hai ghanghor andhera
Yeh raat aur din ka chakravyuh bhi kiski samajh me aya hai
Yeh mausam bhi anokhi cheez hai
Par anokhi to main bhi kam nahi
Mausam aur main ek jaise hi to Hain
Main bhi khilti hu, jaise khilti hai dhoop
Aur sab jagmaga jata hai
Jab Main roothti hu, to bas hota hai sannata
Jaise Toofan ke pahle ki khamoshi
Aur koi kuch nahi Kar pata
Jab main barasti hu, to rukne ka naam nahi leti, jaise barsaat
Baarish mein jaise chamakti h bijli, utni hi kadak aur utni hi garjana ke sath
Phir mere hi aansuon ki tarah, jab girti h saawan ki wo pahli boond, mann ko thandak pad jati hai, Dil halka ho jata h
Main aur mausam ek jaise hi toh hain
Kab bigadte hain, kab ban jate hai
Jane kaise yeh rang badal jate hain
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