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Shrivastva MK May 2015
Ai dil tu etna beqarar kyon hain,
Jise kabhi na thi teri fikra
wohi tere liye aaj khas kyon hain,
ai dil tu etna beqarar kyon hain. ..


Gam ke saye me ghut ghut ke ji raha hoon,
aanshuo ko apne jaam ki tarah pi raha hoon,
phir bhi meri aankhon me
teri hi aas kyon hain,
Ai dil tu etna beqarar kyon hain,
Ai dil tu etna beqarar kyon hain..


aasman me tujhko dhundhta hoon,
chand ki tarah tujhko pujta hoon,
aankhon me teri jhalak ke liye ek kasak kyon
hain,
ai dil tu etna beqarar kyon hain,
jise kabhi na thi teri fikra
wahi tere lia aaj khas kyon hain..


tumhare lia jo sajaye the sapne humne,
un sapno ko tor kahan chale gye tum,
aaj bhi teri yaadon ke
dil me mere ek khawab kyon hain,
ai dil tu etna beqarar kyon hain ..
Shrivastva MK Mar 2018
Udd jayegi ek din chiraiya chhodhkar babul ka ghar,
Basane ek naya aashiyana sabhi ke aankho ko bhar,

Vidai ka hota hai ye kaisi bela,
Kyu hamesha jana padta chhod us kali ko hi akela,

Beegh jati hai mata-pita ki palkein vidai ke pal,
Jab aata us baag me chahchahane wali chidiya ki judai ke pal,

Bahut si yaadein  chhoti aankho me sajaye hue,
Ro rhi hai maa pari ko gale lagaye hue,

Papa ki pyari gudiya aaj sazkar sasural chali,
Tham ke hath humsafar ka ek nye dwar chali,

Jahan  pali badi wo pyari gudiya chali hai aaj us ghar ko chhod,
Karke suna ek aangan ko pita ki aankhon ko bhar,

Na jaane kyu beti ko janam se hi paraya btaya ,
Aakhir kisne ye  riwaz banaya ,

Nikalkar apne **** se ek pita apni jaan ,
Bahut bada dil hai ek pita ka jo kar dete hain kanyadaan ,

Waqt ka kaisa hai ye dastoor 
Na jaane kyu ek beti ko jaana hota hai dur ,

Chali hai aaj papa ki gudiya ,
Chhodhkar apne aangan ki nindiya, 

Yaadon ki jhadi dil mein basakar chali hai maa ki jaan ,
Chhod ke sabkuch apna Banane ek nayi pehchaan,

Babul ki laadli kab ** gayi badi,
Aayi hai dil ko chhune wali ghadi,

Jis  ghar me pali,us ghar ko alwida kaise kahegi,
Maa baba behan bhai bin wo gudiya kaise rahegi,

Vidhata ne ye kaisa niyam hai banaya,
Chhod ghar babul ka,ek naye ghar ko basaya,

Dekh tyad ek bitiya ki us khuda ki bhi *** aankhen bhar,
Udd jayegi ek din chirraiya chhodkar babul ka ghar,
Babul ka ghar.........

Composed by
Sonia Paruthi & Shrivastva MK
For Sonia Paruthi creations visit
Hellopoetry.com/SoniaParuthi
Pta nahi kyu rukta nahi ashqon ka behna,

Jab bhi yaad aati hai aapki aankho se hain kehna.

Hoth kuch keh nahi paate,

Dil aur rooh bhi seham se jaate.

Chaha hai aapko chahat se bhi badhkar,

Khade hain khuda ke ghar jholi failakar.

Hey uparwale agar kabhi zindagi mein koi accha karam kiya **,

Toh jeevan ki saari khushiyan meri unke daaman mein bhar do.

Wo har us mukaam ko haasil kar le,

Jiske liye unhone khwaab dekhe.

Maa ji papa ji ko wo har khushi de paaye,

Jinke liye unhone sane sajaye.

Har gum seh jayenge hum khushi khushi,

Unke chehre par kabhi na aane dena koi mayusi.

Meri jaan basti hai unmein,

Unki dadhkano se chalti hain meri saansein.

Unke kadmo ki aahat ko ye dil dhundhta hai hardum,

Zindagi se bhi pyaare ** aap sanam.

Itne imtehaano ki ghadi se kyu guzarna padta hai khuda,

Pal pal ki duri bhi sahi nahi jaati kyu krte ** juda.

Haath jodkar fariyaad karte hain hum aapse ishwar,

Koi aanch na aane dena kabhi unpar.

Jab tak thoda dur hain hum,

Khayal rakhna unka tum.

Unke siva hai hi kaun humara,

Jodi humari humesha salamat rakhna.

Mehfooz rakhna unhe,

Bhut yaad aati hai kasam se.

Meri rooh mera dil meri jaan hain vo,

Hum khush hain khush dekh unko.
LLZ Apr 2020
Bekarar rehte the tum,
Meri khabar sun ne ko,
Ab,
Na Jane Kyu bekhabar se ** gaye ** tum.

Pyaar bhari najro se,
Palak sajaye ji bhar ke dekha karte the mujhe,
Ab,
Na Jane Kyu undehka se karne lage ** tum?

Narajgi ** ya shikayate ,
Bade dhyan se suna karte the tum,
Sun Meri aawaj ko muskura Diya karte the tum.
Ab ,
Na Jane Kyu unsune se ** gaye ** tum?

Bin kuch kahe ,
Chehra pad ,Dil ki baat samjh jate the tum,
Ab ,
Na Jane Kyu nasamjh se lagte ** tum?

Jaan,jaan khete lubs mere ,
Thakte nahi the ,
Ab,
Na Jane Kyu unjaan se how gaye ** tum?
Miss you a lot.

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