MY DAD ! MY WONDERFUL DAD !!

My Dad had not only good looks ..he was a man of great integrity , you rarely  find people like him any more, he was an illustrious man of very refined tastes too ..suave ,  brilliant , multi - faceted , highly qualified .

Lots of people from all walks of life used to come visiting him .

Rummaging through his huge collection of books , magazines , journals ... I found two -three hand written poems by a man/poet gifted by him to my Dad .

  One I liked .. it is titled -

    Dard

Mere man ke khandhar

Ek budha pagal dard

Idhar - udhar bhatakta rehta hai

Kai bar koshish ki hai

Ise swar dekar mele mein bhejne ki 

Taqi apne khoye meet ko paa sake

Aur sapno ki bansuri par 

Pyar ki dhun baja sake

Par ye ek nahin sunta

kabhi kabhi jhalla kar gaaliyan dene lagta hun

To kisi tooti deewar ki ote mein chup jata hai

Aur jab dekhta ki hans raha hun 

Aakar seene se chipak jata hai .

 दर्द
मेरे  मन  के  खंडहर  में
एक  बूढ़ा   पागल  दर्द
इधर  - उधर  भटकता  रहता  है
कई  बार  कोशिश  की  है
इसे  स्वर  देकर  मेले  में  भेजने  की
ताकि  अपने  खोये  मीत  को  पा  सके
और  सपनो  की  बांसुरी  पर
प्यार  की  धुन  बजा  सके
पर  ये  एक  नहीं  सुनता
कभी  कभी  झल्ला  कर  गालियां   देने  लगता  हूँ
तो  किसी  टूटी  दीवार  की  ओट में  छुप   जाता  है
और  जब  देखता  की  हंस  रहा  हूँ
आकर  सीने  से   चिपक जाता  है  .