I was in class VI when I first time wrote a poetry and shared it with my brother. He is a wonderful brother and like a dear friend he motivated me to write more. I wrote another and he encouraged me for third. That’s how it started. After few days I recited my poems in class room in front of my mates and all were excited. Then teachers, parents, kith and kin and finally I was labeled as a poet. Though I never wanted to be poet I could not change my style of writing.I did not work hard on it. I always wanted to be a shayar. As such
I kept writing. During school days I participated in poetry competitions and used to write poetry to impress my mates.One of my school days poetry-
Ek din chad raha tha mai chadia
Chadte chadte ghante ho gaye dhai
Tabhi ek siti ki aawaz aayi
Maine bhi siti bazai
To fir se siti ki aawaaz aayi
Maine ghoom kar nazar dodayi
Toh dekha Samne ek danav mara khada tha
Aur uska paron tale ek insaan mara pada tha
Ab veh aur mai thee aamne samne
Uske peeche tha pahad mere peeche thi khai
Usne mujhe neech dakhlene key liye chaalnag lagai
Par na jaane kaus ne shakti mujhe dusri taraf kinch layi
Us danav ki saanse ho gayi thee bandh
Hoshlen mere ho gaye thee bulandh
………………..I don’t have the patience to write full
School days are commonly the happy days of life. I also enjoyed a lot.
In Inter there was not time to write poetry.But here I started listening ghazals. One of my friends gave me a cassette of Jagjeet Singh’s Sehar.I had a stereo that time which I stopped playing after completing my college only. One ghazal ‘ Yaad Nahi kya kya dekha saare manjar bhool gaye’ inspired me so much that I decided that I won’t leave shayari ever.That time I tried hand in shayari and got good reviews from my close pals.
Jis Makaan ki chhat par mai aur aangan mai who hoti thee
Woh ghar hamne chod diya hai…
Gam yeh nahi khuda ki tune
uska rishta hamse tod diya hai
Gam toh yeh hai ki hamsse
todh uska rishta kisi aur se jod diya hai
It was year 2000 when I came to Chandigarh and shared my shayari with strangers.Everybody praised me a lot. I was a science student but I was more inclined towards arts sujects.
Mere Kandhee par sar rakh kar rone ki khawaish mat karma
Roh na paoge tum
Uski Yaadon mai uljha hoon
Ek aur yaad ban kar reh jaoge tum…
Till then the ordeal of my life has started.College life was difficult for me.I could not enjoy much. It was during that time when I wrote one of my best poems. Later that poem turned into reality and marked the end of the most beautiful chapter of my life. How words sometimes transform into reality? She loved the poem so much that she died to prove that it was written for her only.
Sunhari Yaadon ki ghazalein gungunata raha hoon
Tere jaane key baad
Apne likhi kavita khud ko sonata raha hoon
Tere jaane key baad
Dard zakhmo ka bahut hai fir bhi muskarata raha hoon
Tere jaane key baad
During my college days I listened a lot of ghazals. Not only Jagjeet Singh but Ghulam Ali Saheb,Malika Pukhraj, Begum Akhtar, Mhandi hasaan , Talat Mehmood, Begum Akhtar, Pankaj Udaas,Pinaaz Misani, Nitin Mukesh I listened to all.Malika Pukhraj’s Mere Qatil Mere dildar was one which I loved a lot. Then Arth and Sath Sath of Jagjeet Singh I listened more than 1000 times. But my favourite is Ghulam Ali which I started listening in college days.( More about this in my next blog)
The real shayar/poet within me came out when I entered university. She was English literature student and used to write poems too.But unlike me she used to write in English. Language hardly matters it’s the feeling which makes difference. If I am not wrong I wrote more than 500 shairs. I had found another reason to write. She had become the inspiration. How can I forget that Thandi Sadak where we used to go everybody and on the way to Mall we sometimes had a round of 20-25 shairs. I never tried to learn Shayari which I feel is important. She always used to say..Dont try to make complex shairs.Your shayari and poetry should be as simple as you are.
After coming to Delhi I could not write much. Hunt was on for job.Then comes two beautiful chapters Mumbai and Hyderabad. I could not stay in Mumbai. But indirectly I was always in Mumbai. My inspiration was Shimla but shared it in Mumbai and Hyderabad.
The only thing which I could have done earlier is the compilation of all the shayari. I don’t remember how many shairs I have written. I still have the same passion for shayari and poetry as I had in my university days.Now at this moment of time when I write only for myself I have started recollecting all and trying to pen down all together so that after my death anyone who reads it ever can say….He was a Shayar.
Kuch yaad aaye ya na aaye
Yeh lamhe yaad aaynege jaroor
Agar jeet hui toh kushi hogi
Par haar toh bhi muskaraenge jaroor
Zindgi mai kuch banege nahi maloom
Magar Ache shayar toh keh layanege jaroor
Hamare maut par koi hansega nahi maloom
Par hamare chahane wale toh aanso bahaenge jaroor