Saawan ka hai ye mahina,
Parantu ehsaas nahi hota barish ke bina.
Shayad ho gaya hai wo ek zaamana,
Jab barish ke rang raliyon mein doob ke karte the hum, nach gaana.
Wo ghar bheeg ke aana,
Wo mummmy ka pyaar aur paapa ka daantna.
Geele kapdoon pe darwaze ke kone mein kade hoke kaapna,
Phir, sukhe kapde pehenkar, apni aaram kurshi pe bait kar garam chai peena.
Vipreet varsha mein bhi dostoon ke saath cricket ya football khelna,
Ek bechare chathe ko teen char logon ka apni aur kheenchna.
Kaam se chutti lekar ghar baitna,
Shaam ko yaar se milne uske daftar tak jaana.
Pavan dev bhi rukne ka naam hi nahi le rahe the,
Mauj masti kar rahe the mein aur mere yaar, bas saath saath chalte.
Bechari meri wo dost jise saaf karne padte the gaadi ke seeshein,
kintu humari baaton mein kabhi na aati thi rukavatein.
Tha ek din jab hum gali gali mein wo mirchi bechnewale ko dhunda,
Khair jaa pahunche to pata chala, wahan pe bandh ho gaya hai uska dhandha.
Baatein kartein, jab nikalte the hum,
Jacket bhul aane ke humko kabhi na rehta ghum.
Beet gaye wo choti choti khushiyoon wale pal,
ambar kab barsayega hum par jal,
Kidki ke bahar dekh kar hum bhi soch mein doob gaye
ki wo aayega aaj nahi to kal.
Parantu ehsaas nahi hota barish ke bina.
Shayad ho gaya hai wo ek zaamana,
Jab barish ke rang raliyon mein doob ke karte the hum, nach gaana.
Wo ghar bheeg ke aana,
Wo mummmy ka pyaar aur paapa ka daantna.
Geele kapdoon pe darwaze ke kone mein kade hoke kaapna,
Phir, sukhe kapde pehenkar, apni aaram kurshi pe bait kar garam chai peena.
Vipreet varsha mein bhi dostoon ke saath cricket ya football khelna,
Ek bechare chathe ko teen char logon ka apni aur kheenchna.
Kaam se chutti lekar ghar baitna,
Shaam ko yaar se milne uske daftar tak jaana.
Pavan dev bhi rukne ka naam hi nahi le rahe the,
Mauj masti kar rahe the mein aur mere yaar, bas saath saath chalte.
Bechari meri wo dost jise saaf karne padte the gaadi ke seeshein,
kintu humari baaton mein kabhi na aati thi rukavatein.
Tha ek din jab hum gali gali mein wo mirchi bechnewale ko dhunda,
Khair jaa pahunche to pata chala, wahan pe bandh ho gaya hai uska dhandha.
Baatein kartein, jab nikalte the hum,
Jacket bhul aane ke humko kabhi na rehta ghum.
Beet gaye wo choti choti khushiyoon wale pal,
ambar kab barsayega hum par jal,
Kidki ke bahar dekh kar hum bhi soch mein doob gaye
ki wo aayega aaj nahi to kal.
6 comments:
Nice one :-) ...
Kassh aise pal jeene ko mile ... !!
Written very well..
Shud've been put in Hindi script..
U have used some biig biiiig words like Vipreeth and al.. Hehhehe..
Sounds different.. We use those kinda words very infrequently.. :D:D:D
Hey dats a nice topic to write on.. and speak.. :D
Ya,....
Thinking of rain and incidents associated with it, memories just go piling up in my mind....
Just thought of sharing one of them.. :D
This hapnd when i was in my 3rd Std..
It was raining damn heavily....
And while comin back home from School, me and my frens chose the route which went thru the Park (The wrong decision).. We used to go by walk.
We were just enjoying the rain.. We even folded r umbrellas and raincoats....
Suddenly, i slipped, and fell on the ground with my face facing the ground... And had my face and my uniform completely muddy..:D :D :D
Now if we remember those days.... It was just awesome...
Good Old days.... :o)
well-written!!
woh muasam laut ke aayega phir se suhana
Tum intezar karna aur haar na manana :)
Nice topic..Rain reminds me so many incidents. The splash of muddy water on my uniform by my friend in school days :(, adventurous exploring of shortcuts to reach my frn's place and falling into the gutter in engineering days:( and 3hours journey in Infy bus to my house ;(
Why don't try a romantic one on this :)
hehe!!
Now-a-days, the first thing that comes to my mind if it rains is Traffic Jams.
The Mirchi Bhaji,paper boats,splashing too.. We used to play basket ball (busy times) and football (ordinary times) in the coll :D
very true man..
miss all those gud old days...:)
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