From my lost diaries…

Over next few days I am going to share some of the poems which were written during my school/college going days. Found an old diary, sad that have lost other writings….whatever is left I am going to post here. Thanks!

नन्ही लाशें…

नन्ही लाशों को लाये काँधे पर उठाये,
सुबह ही जो अपने हाथों से नहलाये।
चेहरा जी भर देख लूं ज़रा चादर तो हटाना,
बोलकर गया था माँ आज खीर बनाना।
गालों को उसके चूम लूं में बस एक बार,
कितनी जतन् से सुबह किया था तैयार।
नन्ही उंगलियो को थाम लूं पल भर और,
रोक लेती उसे जो चलता मेरा जोर।
आज आखिरी बार इसे गले से लगाऊँ,
खुद को ये बात भला कैसे मैं समझाऊँ।
इन मासूमों को मार हासिल क्या हुआ,
जमाने भर की लगेगी तुम्हे बददुआ।
इतना नाज़ुक बदन छलनी-छलनी कर डाला,
याद रखना तुम्हे वो माफ़ नहीं करने वाला।

(शायद कुछ ऐसे ही ख्याल हर उस मासूम की माँ के दिल में आए होंगे, जब अपने दिल के टुकडे को गोलियों से छलनी बेजान पाया होगा)

Joy ride..

Clicked while on my way to office in Delhi. Kids were so happy even in this rickshaw and waving to everyone.

Mission “School Admission”

It has become so easy to get your child admitted to pre-school these days in Delhi. One needs to fill admission forms of only about 15-20 schools around your locality, which means taking just one week off from your work.  You are asked to provide your salary details, blood group report of your child, 5 photographs etc. Big Deal !

And then all you need to do is to wait for first and then second list to be out, hoping your child will make it. No worries, if you find your child has not made it to any of the schools..there’s something called “Management Quota” which will help to get admission by paying few lakh rupees to the school. Damn easy huh !


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