Tuesday, August 20, 2013

क्या थी ज़रूरत इसकी?

क्या सबब इसका ,क्या वजह ,क्या ज़रूरत इसकी 
कहता है-सवाल ना कर ,है बड़ी अहमियत इसकी। 
ये जो बेख़ुदी,बदहवासी,बेहोशी की हालत है ,
कहता है- तेरी सोच से परे है मसलेहत इसकी।

दिल में भरा है ग़म, ज़हर ज़िन्दगी में है 
कहते हो खुश रहो। बेवकूफी ही तो है।
सदके का दिलासा भी बहुत ख़ूब है मगर,
बच्चा नहीं हूँ,बहलाते हो तबियत किसकी। 

कहे,बस ग़म उठाये जा और इक आह भी ना कर 
नेमत है उसकी,सोच,दर्द की परवाह भी ना कर। 
ये दर्द उठाना,ख़ुश रहना,उसका शुक्रिया करना,
है हशर में बड़े फायदे, है बड़ी इज्ज़त इसकी।              हशर =judgement day

सर यूँ ही झुका देता।क्यों? ऐसा क्यों किया?
दुनिया बना के,सब कुछ पेचीदा क्यों किया। 
नफ़स,शफ़क़,मौत,ये एहसास क्यों दिया ?                 नफ़स=breath, शफ़क़=love 
मेरे मौला,तू ही बता,क्या थी ज़रूरत इसकी?

शारिक़ नूरुल हसन 



Friday, November 9, 2012

तन्हाई कि दोस्ती

तन्हाई कि दोस्ती 

तब ......

एक मैं ,एक तन्हाई और एक जंग हमारी थी ,
जो न जाने कब से ज़हन में, मैंने छेड़ रखी थी,
एक सवाल जिसका छोर दिखता  ही नहीं था,
एक गुथ्ही जो सुलझाऊं, सुलझती ही नहीं थी........

जबकि नफ़रत है मुझे तुझसे,तू तब भी पास आती है,
की तुझे कोसता हूँ जितना,तू उतना मुस्कुराती है,
शायद मजबूरियों पे मेरी तुझको लुत्फ़ आता है।।।।
"तन्हाई!" अब हो चूका बहुत, मुझे जवाब चाहिए ?


और फिर ........

तन्हाइयों के साथ जो कुछ वक़्त गुज़ारा,
अंदाज़ा हो गया, मैं कितना था बेख़बर ।।।
दुनिया के झूठ की सच्चाई- तन्हाई,
हर शख्स क अन्दर की परछांई -तन्हाई।।
हर लम्हा हर घडी,तनहा है हर कोई 
फिर भी जाने क्यूँ  झुठलाये हर कोई,
बड़ी अजीब दुनिया है......
हर सांस का हिसाब तनहा ही देना है ,
छोटी सी है ये बात,कोई मानता नहीं,
बड़ी अजीब दुनिया है......

जब तन्हाई भी एक सच है तो,
नफरत करते हैं क्यूँ इतना,
क्यूँ अपना नहीं लेते हम,
डरते हैं क्यूँ इतना।।।।


और अब.......

तन्हाई की ज़ुबानी,जब उसकी सुनी कहानी,
नफरत नहीं रही,डर भी चला गया।।।।
सब दोस्त हैं मगर,फिर भी कुछ कमी सी है,
कहते हैं सब मगर,' क्या ' कोई सोचता नहीं।।
बड़ी अजीब दुनिया है......
वो जो 'कुछ कमी' सी है,तन्हाई ही तो है,
कि तन्हाई भी है ज़ाहिर,मेरी ' कुछ कमी ' भी ज़ाहिर,
कि हम-नफ्स,हम-सीरत,हम-नसीब हम दोनों,
क्यूँ न दोस्ती कर लें, मुक़म्मल ज़िन्दगी कर लें।।।।।।

                                                  शारिक़ नूरुल हसन 

Sunday, April 15, 2012

KYA DHUNDHTA HUN MAIN...

KYA DHUNDHTA HUN MAIN........


kya dhundhta hun main...
main sochta hun ye, ki
kya dhundhta hun main..
hai kya jo zindagi ko 
hai adhura kiye hui...
hai kaun si wo shai                       {shai=cheez}
mujhe jiski talash hai..


aisa toh nahi, zindagi mein 
andherey hi miley hain....
nindein bhi mili hain
savere bhi miley hain...
aisa toh nahi har ghadi 
mushkil hi miley  hain.....
aansu bhi miley hain,
mujhe manzil bhi miley  hain...
hain dost bhi miley,
mujhe qatil bhi miley hain...




sab kuch mila hai jab, 
fir, kya dhundhta hu main..
sach mein talash hai , 
ya,ye sab hai bewajah....
pagal hun ho gaya,
ya lalach hai ye mera....




fir ye sochta bhi hun ,
ki insaan hi toh hun....
farishta toh main nahi..
ehsasat hain mujhme, 
aur main sochta bhi hun...
par kafi hai ye dalil kya ,
iss bewajh talash ki....
main sochta hun ye aur,
lambi saans bharta hun..
beete huye kal ko fir
main yaad karta hun..
aur dekhta hu ye ki ,
manzil mili hai jab
main khush toh bahut hua
par mutmaeen nahi......         {mutmaeen=satisfied}
aur fir se lag gaya 
janey kiski talash mein....
main hairan hota hun 
khud se ye sawal karta hun ,
' kya dhundhta hun main'....




hum sochte hain ye 
aur shayad sochte ghalat...
jeet, khushiyan, dosti,
manzilein aur mohabbat...
yehi hain jo zindagi ko
muqammal hain banati...
par, ye baat toh khud mein hi
adhura sa ik sach hai...
insaan ke lalach ka 
aaiena ye sach hai....




haar, gham, dushman,
dilo ka tutna, ye sab...
banati hain zindagi ko,
muqammal, haan ye sab...
ki adhurapan hi zindagi ki
sachhai sabse badi hai
ehsas ye hua toh 
ek himmat si mili hai...




ab khush hun main bahut
par sochta toh hun..
ki, kitna ghalat sawal tha,
' kya dhundhta hun main ?'
lo mil gaya jawab.........
' kyun dhundhta hun main ?'


SHARIQUE  N  HASAN

Wednesday, March 14, 2012

ghazal...kyun karun


                  क्यूँ करूँ 


अपनी सफाई पेश सरे राह क्यूँ करूँ
मैं आफ़ताब हूँ ये आगाह क्यूँ करूँ


मैं खुद ही मुसाफिर हूँ रास्ता हूँ फलक भी
राहों की रहबरों की फिर परवाह क्यूँ करूँ


तेरे शफक में भी एक क़तरा ग़रज़ का है
तो मैं भी इश्क तुझसे बे पनाह क्यूँ करूँ


तेरी सच्चाई के भरम में जब सीख लिया जीना
अब तोड़ के भरम सच को स्याह क्यूँ करूँ


अब्बू ने जो कहा था बचपन में,अब भी याद है
फिर उनके परवरिश को कब्रगाह क्यूँ करूँ


मज़हब नहीं सिखाता आपस में बैर रखना
फिर बातों में तेरी आके ये गुनाह क्यूँ करूँ


क़दमों में मां की जन्नत मुझको मिली है 'शारिक'
हूर-ओ-परी की जन्नत की मैं चाह क्यूँ करूँ 


                                                   शारिक एन. हसन 


Tuesday, January 24, 2012

In the silence of her eyes...

Before you read this poem I would like to mention that the title 'In the silence of her eyes' has been taken from a very wonderful poem of my dear friend Mr. Ariz Imam..It enchanted me so much that I couldn't resist myself from stealing it..I am sure he is not going to sue me for this..So here it goes.......


IN THE SILENCE OF HER EYES...


In the silence of her eyes
I see the picture of my life,
so tempting, so cryptic but hazy.
I wish I could see just once
What lies on the other side of the fog
I wish I could decipher one day
what lies in that crypt, But
I am afraid of the fortress that lies
In the silence of her eyes.


Her wet silence says many words
In a language that I don’t understand
Are they those promise that we made
Decimated by this selfish world
Or the fragments of our dreams
Shattered by the worldly myths
Or those lifetimes that we lived
In those few moments we shared.
What are they I don’t know
All I know that I am afraid
Of the salty moisture that lies
In the silence of her eyes.


But I wont let this mystery take a toll
On me, my life, my dreams, my breath.
Will learn that language for sure, one day
And decipher what her silence say.
Will brave the fortress and the fog to
See the picture of my life that lies
In the silence of her eyes

                                                                  Sharique N Hasan

Saturday, October 8, 2011

Koi afsos nahi reh jata hai...Har kash kahin kho jata hai !!!!

afsos kaee hain iss dil ko
aur "kash" bahut main kehta hun
kyun ye sab peeche chhoot gaye
kyun wo sab mujhko mila nahi
aksar in sawalon se main 
bhaga bhaga firta hun.........


har simt tanhayi bikhri hai
ek khalish kahin hai iss dil mein
kyun tab bhi aise lamhein hain
main jinme khul ke hansta hun
hai jawab kya iss 'kyun' ka
aaj main tumko batlata hun.......


aye dost mere main jab bhi
tumse yun mil jata hun
koi afsos nahi reh jata hai
har kash kahin kho jata hai
kuch lamhein zinda hote hain
kuch yadein zinda hoti hain
aur main bhi zinda hota hun
aye dost mere main jab bhi
tumse yun mil jata hun


koi afsos nahi reh jata hai
har kash kahin kho jata hai......

                     Shariue N Hasan

Monday, August 8, 2011

First Sunday Of August...

My mind was restless for last two days..Couldn't even solve the Su-Do-Ku.At first I thought it to be the 'fasting effect' of Ramzan but,no!!!!It was not that..After spending two days in Quasi-vegetative state on my couch I was sure that its the monotony that is eating me..The alarm rang 4 pm..I took a shower and reached for my Pub. Ad. classes..Sitting on a chair which was a total ergonomic failure a thought crossed my mind-"I should visit my friends Danish and Zameer"(If I will not mention him,he will kick Danish out of his flat).By the time the thought crossed my mind I was at GTB Nagar metro station.I won't bore you by being a guide for how to reach Okhla from Mukherjeenagar..Within an hour I was at Danish's place.The sparkle in his eyes when he saw me claimed that he missed me more than I did.He hugged me as if it was one of his wishes from bucket list(Here,Let me make it clear that we both are straight though there are few who still doubt this fact..).

We sat in his room..Chatted for long on many topics-few general and the rest censored..I called Aariz, a very dear friend of mine.I always look forward to read his poetry.He is a gifted poet.Read few of his recent poems and believe me though most of them were blasphemous,they were stimulating..I was loving all these moments..We started watching "Singham" on the system..We could not stop laughing at few instances.It seemed to be a nice movie except that typical dancing step of Ajay Devgan where he spreads his claws like a tiger and then does something which to me seemed vulgar and funny as well..Soon all of us started imitating that step and soon mastered it with great perfection..Not because we are good dancers rather partly because it was an easy step and partly because sometimes few buried desires lend a helping hand in reaching perfection..Soon it was 11 and we decided to taste all the ramzan delicacies.So we had everything from 'this to that' and from 'that to the next that' and finally stopped at 'Shahi Tukra'.We decided to walk back to the flat some 2-3 kms walk..In that walk we talked of old school and college days..hostel days specifically..made fun of passers by..We decided to sat on the railing of 'puliya'.A few cigarettes were lit..Most non sense to the most intellectual and ideological matters were discussed..Policies for the nations were framed..The brain storming ended in an hour,so did the cigarettes..I felt as if I am revitalising myself..

We walked to flat..After reaching I completed 'Singham' and watched a few more movies with friends..We did nothing special..nothing out of world..We never do but still every time its really special..Next morning when I saw my phone,There were few messages of "Happy friendship Day".A smile drew on my lips and suddenly it burst out in a laughter..I remember how few years back I would get 'happy smthng smthg day message' every now and then..Friendship day was at the top spot and valentine's day was not even in race..Yeah that is true..The so called friends would get a message pack and full your inbox with those  'sadak-chhap' shayaris and not at all funny messages..And then one year it happened so that all the service providers stopped the free messages service on such special Days like friendship days,diwali, holi etc.( I am not sure if they stop these services on Independence Day,Republic Day and Gandhi Jayanti..I guess,they don't after all no one wishes anyone on such occasions..its so un-kwel).Any ways,after such a strong step from service providers I was sure that many of my friends, who suffer from amnesia and only once in an year they remember me- on Friendship Day, would not message me but no I was wrong.The message still poured in not on the Day but few hours earlier and claiming that They wanted to be the first persons to wish me Friendship Day.As if this would prove that how much they care for me..."Bull Shit".To all Such friends:I do not give a damn about your messages..So please be kind enough and don't fill my inbox.

I looked at Danish..He was sleeping like a innocent newborn baby..I thought that why we never wished each other friendship Day..We never needed it..We never needed a day to celebrate our friendship..To be true never in my life we have wished each other our B'day..I don't even know when is his B'day but what I am sure of is that he will be the first person to rescue me in any crisis of my life..

I had a great time with my friends,that too on "Friendship Day" without knowing that it was a Friendship Day..Ironical na !!!So,what difference this "Friendship day" created..Nothing,Absolutely Nothing...When there are friends with you,Its a Friendship day..Matters least whether its a first or second or nth Sunday or Monday or whatever of August July or any month of georgian calander..To all those who shower their love on Facebook or through messages for friends only on such days and then forgetting them as if they were some ugly worthless experience of their life,without even taking the pain to know if your friend is really happy at least on that "friendship Day",I would like to say with all due respect that you folks are hypocrite...an Emotional Bank corrupt..You live below poverty line if time is a parameter because you need a specific day to acknowledge that your friend exists...