Shayari Isse galti se bhi nahi kholna

[jaanvi sen]

Zindagi ek afsana ee shauq hai,

Rooh mein chhupa ek junoon ee dauq hai.
Har pal mein ek nayi misaal.


Safar mein khud ko talaash loon,
Har mod par ek nayi roshni doon.​

Khwabon ka rang ek kamaal.


Toofan ke saamne himmat jaga,
Apni manzil ka suraj saya.

Hawa ke rukh se na darr sambhaal.


Mohabbat ee aag dil mein jale,
Jivan ka safar khud hi chale.
Kismat ke naqshe mein apna jamaal.​

​

-Jaanvi ​

 

[jaanvi sen]

Isse logo ko kiya?


Woh mera hai, mera hi beta hai,
Par ye duniya kyun kahe ye pyaar galat hai?
Kon kis se pyaar kare, logo ko kya matlab?
Wahi hai mera pyaar, mera aankhon ka talab.

Haan mana main maa hoon uski, yeh baat hai sachi,
Phir kyun uske liye meri saansein rukti?
Kyun sharam se uske samne meri aankhein jhukti?
Mujhe pyaar hai usse, sab kuchh se badhke usse dekhti.

Karodo se anokha hai mera pyaar,
Mamta to hai, par uss se bhi badhkar.
Anokha hai par alag nahi.
Pyaar to pyaar hai, koye gunaah nahi.

Haan hai mujhe usse pyaar, mein kiya karu!
Isse logo ko kiya?
Kyun main usse door rahu?
Usse apna banaun, apne pass rakhu.

Main usse pati manu,
Isse logo ko kiya?
Usse hi apna sajan manu,
Isse logo ko kiya?

Uske saath shayya bhi sajau,
Isse logo ko kiya?
Apni laaj bhi usse du,
Isse logo ko kiya?

Usse pati manu, sajan kahu, shayya sajau,
Bas ushi ki ho jau, usse apna dil milau.
Anokha hai ye pyaar, koye gunaah nahi kiya,
Par Isse logo ko kiya?

-Jaanvi ​

 

[curious1964]

Zindagi ek afsana ee shauq hai,

Rooh mein chhupa ek junoon ee dauq hai.
Har pal mein ek nayi misaal.


Safar mein khud ko talaash loon,
Har mod par ek nayi roshni doon.​

Khwabon ka rang ek kamaal.


Toofan ke saamne himmat jaga,
Apni manzil ka suraj saya.

Hawa ke rukh se na darr sambhaal.


Mohabbat ee aag dil mein jale,
Jivan ka safar khud hi chale.
Kismat ke naqshe mein apna jamaal.​

​

-Jaanvi​

Simply outstanding composition........the cohesive use of the words...... "misaal kamaal,sambhaal,Jamaal" is really praiseworthy !

 

[curious1964]

Isse logo ko kiya?


Woh mera hai, mera hi beta hai,
Par ye duniya kyun kahe ye pyaar galat hai?
Kon kis se pyaar kare, logo ko kya matlab?
Wahi hai mera pyaar, mera aankhon ka talab.

Haan mana main maa hoon uski, yeh baat hai sachi,
Phir kyun uske liye meri saansein rukti?
Kyun sharam se uske samne meri aankhein jhukti?
Mujhe pyaar hai usse, sab kuchh se badhke usse dekhti.

Karodo se anokha hai mera pyaar,
Mamta to hai, par uss se bhi badhkar.
Anokha hai par alag nahi.
Pyaar to pyaar hai, koye gunaah nahi.

Haan hai mujhe usse pyaar, mein kiya karu!
Isse logo ko kiya?
Kyun main usse door rahu?
Usse apna banaun, apne pass rakhu.

Main usse pati manu,
Isse logo ko kiya?
Usse hi apna sajan manu,
Isse logo ko kiya?

Uske saath shayya bhi sajau,
Isse logo ko kiya?
Apni laaj bhi usse du,
Isse logo ko kiya?

Usse pati manu, sajan kahu, shayya sajau,
Bas ushi ki ho jau, usse apna dil milau.
Anokha hai ye pyaar, koye gunaah nahi kiya,
Par Isse logo ko kiya?

-Jaanvi ​

Bahut Badhia kavita ! ..
Mai Aap ko Aap ke iss sundar kavita ki madhyam se humhare dakiyanusi,rudhibadi samaj ko ek sahasik message dene keliye,Naman karta hun !

 

[jaanvi sen]

Taj Mahal ko pyaar ka pratik na kaho,
Yeh dikhawa hai, dil ka geet na kaho.
Lobh, satta, aur ghamand ka yeh thikana,
Pyaar ka saccha nahi, bas jhootha afsana.

Pyaar woh hai jo rooh mein bas jaye,
Na tamasha kare, na duniya ko dikhaye.
Woh chhupa hai dhadkan ke sacche sur mein,
Pyaar hai mitti ka rang, jo baarish ke ghar mein.

Taj ke patharon mein kahan pyaar ka noor,
Yeh to haiwan shahenshah ka khokhla guroor.
Karigaron ka khoon-paseena yeh bana,
Pyaar ke badle saza mila angutha kata.

Kahan pyaar jahan zulm ki buniyaad padi,
Kahan sacchai jahan satta ki rekha khadi.
Taj to bas khokhla shaan ka tamasha hai,
Pyaar ka pratik to rooh ka gehra silsila hai.

Pyaar ka pratik woh diya jo andhere mein jale,
Bujhte hi chhup jaye, na shor machaye chale.
Woh mitti jo baarish mein ghulkar khile,
Woh pyaasa jo kuye se pani pi le.

Pyaar woh hai jo uske liye har saans jiye,
Mar mit jaye, bas uske hi liye.
Na shaan ka dikhawa, na duniya ka darr,
Pyaar ka pratik be-inteha be-fikar.

Taj ke mehalon mein kahan pyaar ka rang,
Yeh to shah ka ek khokhla ahankaar sang.
Pyaar ka pratik woh hai jo rooh se rooh mile,
Na kisi ke aage jhuke, na shak mein jhule.

Pyaar hai diya jo andhere mein chamke sada,
Pyaar hai mitti jo baarish mein ghulke khada.
Woh pyaasa jo samundar ko thukra de,
Kuye ki boond se dil ka pyaar sade.