Dariya

I. Parchayi 
Ek shayar ki pehechan kalam sei barti jaye,
Par shayari keh pehele kya woh insaan nahi? 
Insaniyat sei dur jakey likha meine,
Phir yeh awam pass kyu aney lagi? 

Hai manzar bohot,
Parchayi par ek hai,
Kalam hai tez,
Par shant shamei 
aur andheri ratei kisine na giney. 
Hai rasta lamba,
Aur yeh shuruwat keh kuch ghadi,
Hei dosti peh yaar wehem,
Yeh jhoot paltei hum hei. 

Na dikhta insaan, joh nafrat karey,
Na dikhta kalah, joh akela barey,
Toh kya hei hai hasil in shabdo sei ? 
Yeh mujhe na pooch,
Manzar peh dikhega tujhe bhi saboot. 

Kalakar, ek kalam,
Narfratei, pyar bhi,
Par shant hei hum. 
Shakti hai toh pyar bhi hai, 
Jo mujhmein hai, 
woh tujhmein bhi hai. 
Shakti hai toh shama bhi hai, 
Shama in sarein karmon sei bhi. 

II. Pehechan 
Yadho mei hei tu basi,
Asal sei bohot hei alag,
Nakal hai shayad meri,
Ya pyar ka yeh ek wehem. 

Parchayio mei na dekhu khudko,
Joh tujko pehechan lu,
Anjan kudsei rahu,
Toh kya hei farak rahe ? 
Sab jhoot hei,
Sab khel hei,
Tu paas ya tu dur hai,
Na janu khudko, to tu hai kaun,
Anjan khudsei, to tu hai kaun,
Pyar tujhsei, par mei hu kaun ? 

Yadho kei Malaye hai,
Jispar tu aur main,
Yadho kei malaye hai,
Aur uspar teri sughandh. 
Woh Chandni raat sei,
Chupu keise ab? 
Woh chand kei chau sei,
Kehedu shayad sab ? 
Dhundu khudko ab,
Kehedu sabkuch ab. 

III. Nau 
Nau hai Mera,
Iss nadi keh bagar mei,
Hai teherti machliya,
Iss nadi keh leher mei,
Hai panchi, aur pahar,
Gungunatei apne dhun mei,
Hoon mei, aur sirf mei,
Joh gaye sath inke. 

Hawao mei awaz hei,
Joh kehete mujhe bohot,
Ki shayad sab thik hei,
Ya hoga kisi paal. 

Badalo sa alas,
Aur chand sa dur,
Madhumakhiyo sa kaam hei,
Nadiyosa bite din. 

Chalti yeh ghadee,
Chalta yeh pal,
Rukti na ratei,
Mei bhi chalta rahu,
Har ek paal. 

Ek nau hei,
Us dariya mei,
Ek dhun hei,
Aur mei,
Sirf mei. 


IV. Dariya 
 Sath mei tu, aur teri chau,
Parchayi hoon mei,
Hamesha tere sath. 
Dundega tu, Joh hoon lapata,
Miljayunga mei, joh tujsei hoon mila. 

Tujhse hei bana hoon mei,
Aur khudmei hi chupa hoon mei,
Tu saath hei, toh mei bhi hoon,
Iss dariya ka ek boondh mei,
Aur ek boondh tu. 

Dil mei bohot kuch hai joh na baya karu,
Aye din, bohot sarey phir bhi chalta rahu. 
Yeh kaam sab milta jeisa marham hai,
Khud sei chupkar dekh kya mei bangaya hoon. 
In aago mei sarey khat joh meine likhe,
ab andhero mei nami yehi toh mujhe dete rahe. 
Sarey log jab boley toh farak na parey,
Par apno sei nafratei bhi kyu aney lagey? 
Shuruwat mei laga ki sab theek hei,
Par aj dekh kya yeh waqt agaya. 
Agar woh jhoot toh mera kya hei baki hei? 
Mei galat toh phir tu bhi sahi na hai. 

- neil 

Side notes 
1. I felt like the last paragraph deserved a translation so here it is - 
There’s so much in my heart that I cannot express,
Each day passes, yet I keep moving nonetheless.
This work feels like a balm for my wounds,
Hiding from myself, I wonder what I’ve become.

In the flames, all the letters I had written burned,
And in the darkness, their damp ashes still comfort me.
When strangers speak, it doesn’t bother me much,
But why do I feel hatred even from those I call my own?

At first, I thought everything was fine,
But now I see, has this moment truly arrived?
If their lies define them, what do I have left?
If I’m wrong, then does it mean you’re entirely right?

2. Thank you for reading, if you've made this far I hope you loved the work. This was all a small attempt by me to create something new. The support I got from you all was crazy. Subham, Naitik, Trived, Shrawani, Ania, Nidhi - who all shared the announcement showing crazy support, it meant a lot ! 

Also happy new year everyone, I hope all your dreams see the day of light, as for the future of this blog I will try to be very consistent. This year the blog saw a crazy rise, 3.2k visits on the blog just this year! Im grateful. 



Comments

  1. AnonymousDecember 31, 2024 at 7:54 PM

    good one

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  2. DJanuary 1, 2025 at 4:25 AM

    It's a piece written from experience and observation, and is a bare reflection of human nature that is often ignored . Purposefully ignored. Art in its finest form that is masterfully portrayed

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  3. AnonymousJanuary 2, 2025 at 4:27 AM

    I absolutely loved all your poems,
    especially the last stanza of "Dariya". It's very relatable and also the lines in "Pehechan"---- " Parchayio Mei na dekhu khudko....../ Anjan khudsei rahu," reminded me one of the poems which I wrote last year. Almost relatable.. Very nice, good job!

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