The Solitary Writer

A young, newly married woman, she was completely oblivious of the bustling activity and the medley of sounds around her. Ensconced on a bench at the airport with a pen in her hand, she was writing something in her diary. She had no earphones. NOT texting on her mobile cell. Her eyes were glued to the diary. There was a sweet smile on her lips. As my eyes rested on her, my mind was suddenly struck by the 'anomaly' her lone figure represented. Stop here or gently pass? I asked myself, though there was no fear of her being disturbed by my looking at her.

Her image in my heart I bore long after she was seen no more!

That made my day!

गो कि अपनी गली से गुज़रे हैं .....

गो कि अपनी गली से गुज़रे हैं

बन के हम अजनबी से गुज़रे हैं.

चार पल आपकी जुदाई के

दरहकीकत सदी-से गुज़रे हैं.

सब खरीदो-फरोख्त कर के चले

एक वो पारखी से गुज़रे हैं.

चुप रहे पर हमें लगा ऐसा

जैसे इक त्रासदी से गुज़रे हैं.

मन के सहरा में तेरी यादों के

काफिले चाँदनी-से गुज़रे हैं.

गुज़रे दिन याद करते-करते ही

हम ग़मे-जिंदगी से गुज़रे हैं.

मैं किनारे-सा सोच में डूबा

वो मचलती नदी-से गुज़रे हैं.