Poetry

स्वप्न

वो ख़्वाबों कि दुनिया

वो जवानी कि बातें

वे रंग बिरंगे सपने

वे मतवाली यादें

 

इठलाती अदाओं कि

वे मदभरी रातें

सपनों कि दुनिया कि

वे प्यारी यादें

 

नींद कि अँगड़ायीं में

वे नादान कहानियाँ

प्यारा एक राजा आएगा

घोड़े पर बैठ ले जाएगा

हर दम साथ निभाएगा

भाग कर कहाँ जाएगा?

 

वरमला हाथ में लाएगा

संग अपने ले जाएगा

सुबह होने पर

हवा में उड़ जाएगा?

सुनहरे सपने दिखा

वहीं, कहीं खो जाएगा?

 

क्या ज़माना आएगा

रात, सुबह में बदलेगी

होंठों पर हँसी लाएगी

ज़िंदगी की हसीन तस्वीर दिखा

फिर कहीं न जाएगी?

 

ये स्वपन की बातें

बातें ही थीं

यथार्थ कुछ और ही था

सुबह आते ही

किरणों सहित

सब बदल जाता

स्वपन, स्वपन रह जाता

 

~Shobha Diwakar

Jabalpur, India

2 Comments

  1. What a beautiful description of life! It shows wonderful dreams which in childhood appear to be so very true but a dream is just a dream for when your eyes open in adulthood the amazing dream world transforms into the reality of life. The glitter of childhood is overpowered by something entirely different. The curtain of fantasy world drops down presenting that stage of life where we are the puppets / actors destined to play a fixed role for the rest of our life which may or may not be to our liking but we have no choice other than play our role as best as we can. Thanks Ms Diwakar for sharing your thoughts.

  2. life , as we presume it to be in youth is absolutely devoid of reality. The dreams are shattered when you leave your parental home to brighten another house, however the dreams are far from reality
    ASB rightly views the disheartening situation of this aspect
    thank you ASB for your wise comments

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