कुछ सपने बाँधे हैं इन आँखो से,
जिन्हे पूरा होते देखना हैं |
वो सपने जो बनते हैं छोटे छोटे लम्हो से ,
जिनका ज़िकर ज़ुबान से करना हैं |
वो पूछते हैं इन सपनो में क्या रखा हैं ,
जो इतना सवार के रखता हूँ ,
वो आँख वाले अंधो को क्या पता
की मेरे से ये ख्वाब हैं और इनसे मैं हूँ |
अगर ज़िंदगी की बेड़िया तोड़ने की हिम्मत रखते ,
तो देख पाते ख्वाब मेरे क्या हैं ,
जो मेरी आँखों मे कुण्डी डाले
हमेशा से उनमे आज़ादी से जीते हैं |
याद है तुम्हे वो पल ?
जब तुमने खुल के जीया था
वो जब बिन सोचे क्या हो कल
तुमने ज़िंदगी मे उमँगो को झोका था ?
पर मैं तुम नहीं ,
मुझमें हिम्मत हैं ख्वाबो को बचाने का
जिनकी कीमत शायद बहुत हैं,
खुशी का इनाम मुझें मिलेगा ये ख्वाब पूरा करने का |
बहुत कम मिलती हैं ऐसी आँखे जनाब,
जो बाँधे रखती है सपने
और फिर भी सपने उड़ते है बे हिसाब
चलो मैं चला उन्हे उड़ते देखने
तुम उन्हे शायद नहीं देख पाओगे,
क्योंकि तुम्हारी तरह मैने
इनको किस्मत का बँधी नहीं बनाया हैं |
‘Go away, what are you looking at ? ‘
She was shivering with fear, she hadn’t seen him that red ever.
‘You insolent brat, I will show you and her what I am capable of, just wait and watch ‘.
And her tears trickling down her eyes slowly. She was used to watching her father physically abusing her mother and all that scurrility. Her beautiful sparkling eyes which held universe of joy and glee was losing its shine. Her small universe was slowly wrecking day by day by wrath of his father.
But that night, it was almost shattered, she tried to seize back the glimmer that her eyes once offered, she couldn’t afford to lose what she only had.
And that night, she had had enough of his father beating his mother, she had had enough of his mother tolerating those abuses, she had had enough of she just dreading him. Soon that shiver from fear turned to anger.
And like volcano explodes, her anger exploded, she so wanted to let that out and she did. Taking knife from kitchen, she charged at her father, all that sorrow , all that anguish flew out like the blood gushing out of her father’s body. And it was all red like every night, but today, it was her father’s blood instead of her mother’s.
She along with her mother, ran , ran through darkness that her father smeared in their lives and she felt the light, light reviving through his eyes annihilating the gloom which seemed to succumb their world.
Gradually, seconds after seconds, universe which her eyes held, her soul enveloped, was reconstructing. She felt that world lingering in her heart. And there was joy dispersing in her life , in their lives. And he just sat there helplessly and painfully watching them finally being free.
Finally, they climbed out of that pit of despair her father created. They were Free.