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ताक़यामत
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कितना बड़ा क़ब्रिस्तान है यह कि लगभग हर दूसरे तीसरे दिन कुछ लाशें दफ़ना देता हूँ ! कभी कभी तो एक ही दिन कई कई भी एक ही साथ ! जानता हूँ कि वे करवटें बदलती होंगी, कभी एक दूसरे का सहारा लेकर दर्द बाँट लेती होंगीं जैसा कि उन दूसरी लाशों को नसीब नहीं होता जो ठिठुरती शीत में अपनी कब्र के लिहाफ़ में अकेली काँपती रहती हैँ । कुछ लाशों को तो मैं यथाशीघ्र जला दिया करता हूँ लेकिन बाकी दूसरी, या लावारिस लाशोँ को उनके विश्वास का सम्मान करते हुए दफ़ना देना ही उचित जान पड़ता है । ताक़यामत वे वहाँ सुक़ून से वक़्त बिता सकती होंगी। किसी नई लाश / किन्हीं नई लाशों को दफ़नाते हुए अक़सर उन पुरानी कब्रोँ पर भी श्रद्धा-सुमन चढ़ा आता हूँ जिनके बारे मेँ लगता है कि वे चैन से नहीं सो पा रहीं । कभी कभी उनकी रूहेँ मेरी तरह वहाँ टहलती नज़र आ जाती हैं, तो कभी कभी मेरे ख़्वाब मेँ आकर भी कह जाती हैं कि वे हिबरनेशन पूरा कर चुकी हैँ, तब मैँ उन्हेँ मुक्त कर देता हूँ और वो मुझे !
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Coffins of the dead thoughts.
What a vast cemetery is this! Sprawling across miles and miles where I can’t reach walking for a day or even weeks, yet could go anywhere in a split second! And every next or third day I lay to rest in the graves, many a corpses ! Sometimes a few together in the same grave! I am aware they might be turning sides in there disturbed sleep there, and occasionally might seek support from the others lying next to them, sharing their pains and agonies. Other those are not so fortunate, who sleep all alone in their solitary cave-like bed under the earth. Cold, humid, dark, with no one to tell their woes. May be, some could live lost in blissful oblivion also. Every day I cremate here those who I know believe in an after-life, hand-over them to Lord Fire, Who they might think would burn down all their blemishes, sins and misfortunes and let them awaken in a new shining birth. Yet there are those, who I don’t know identity of, almost a stranger to me, I don’t know what they might be believing in, those agnostics, skeptics, seculars, or the others. While interring some new ones, I pay a thought-tribute to the older ones at their respective graves sometime. I often stroll, take a long walk in the ground to discover some already laid-down to rest, are wandering there aimlessly, leaving behind in their graves, their own corpses in rest, and they hint at me they want relief, a respite. Or even more, they contact me in my dream and request they have been in hibernation for so long, and want to wake up to their / my world. Then I free / liberate them and they too reward me with the same freedom. And we all share the joy!
ताक़यामत
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कितना बड़ा क़ब्रिस्तान है यह कि लगभग हर दूसरे तीसरे दिन कुछ लाशें दफ़ना देता हूँ ! कभी कभी तो एक ही दिन कई कई भी एक ही साथ ! जानता हूँ कि वे करवटें बदलती होंगी, कभी एक दूसरे का सहारा लेकर दर्द बाँट लेती होंगीं जैसा कि उन दूसरी लाशों को नसीब नहीं होता जो ठिठुरती शीत में अपनी कब्र के लिहाफ़ में अकेली काँपती रहती हैँ । कुछ लाशों को तो मैं यथाशीघ्र जला दिया करता हूँ लेकिन बाकी दूसरी, या लावारिस लाशोँ को उनके विश्वास का सम्मान करते हुए दफ़ना देना ही उचित जान पड़ता है । ताक़यामत वे वहाँ सुक़ून से वक़्त बिता सकती होंगी। किसी नई लाश / किन्हीं नई लाशों को दफ़नाते हुए अक़सर उन पुरानी कब्रोँ पर भी श्रद्धा-सुमन चढ़ा आता हूँ जिनके बारे मेँ लगता है कि वे चैन से नहीं सो पा रहीं । कभी कभी उनकी रूहेँ मेरी तरह वहाँ टहलती नज़र आ जाती हैं, तो कभी कभी मेरे ख़्वाब मेँ आकर भी कह जाती हैं कि वे हिबरनेशन पूरा कर चुकी हैँ, तब मैँ उन्हेँ मुक्त कर देता हूँ और वो मुझे !
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Coffins of the dead thoughts.
What a vast cemetery is this! Sprawling across miles and miles where I can’t reach walking for a day or even weeks, yet could go anywhere in a split second! And every next or third day I lay to rest in the graves, many a corpses ! Sometimes a few together in the same grave! I am aware they might be turning sides in there disturbed sleep there, and occasionally might seek support from the others lying next to them, sharing their pains and agonies. Other those are not so fortunate, who sleep all alone in their solitary cave-like bed under the earth. Cold, humid, dark, with no one to tell their woes. May be, some could live lost in blissful oblivion also. Every day I cremate here those who I know believe in an after-life, hand-over them to Lord Fire, Who they might think would burn down all their blemishes, sins and misfortunes and let them awaken in a new shining birth. Yet there are those, who I don’t know identity of, almost a stranger to me, I don’t know what they might be believing in, those agnostics, skeptics, seculars, or the others. While interring some new ones, I pay a thought-tribute to the older ones at their respective graves sometime. I often stroll, take a long walk in the ground to discover some already laid-down to rest, are wandering there aimlessly, leaving behind in their graves, their own corpses in rest, and they hint at me they want relief, a respite. Or even more, they contact me in my dream and request they have been in hibernation for so long, and want to wake up to their / my world. Then I free / liberate them and they too reward me with the same freedom. And we all share the joy!
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