सुनने वाला कौन हैं यहाँ

कभी लगता हैं
तुम्हें अभी बहुत कुछ कहना हैं,
लेकिन वो सुनने वाला अब यहाँ हैं नहीं।

और अजीब हैं ये,
बातें भी उसके इर्द-गिर्द की हैं,पर
वो सुनने वाला अब यहाँ हैं नहीं।

हाँ, मैं तुम्हारे जाने के बाद,
हर्फ़-दर-हर्फ़ जज़्बात का मोहताज़ हो गया हूँ,
लेकिन तुम सुनने वाली यहाँ हो नहीं।



37aa64015f6e7336d6c50d80d0b1c368“Do you miss me?”

“Don’t you read my poetry?”

“I lost my reader.”

It took two years for Rachit and Geet to realize the gravity. The gravity of divorce they were calculating. It was 143rd page, when she found her reference.

“With black hair with few golden strands, pierced ears at four different places, reddish and dimpled cheeks, Geet was learning to drive.” She read.

“Is that all you noticed?” She asked him.

“Is that all you read?”

Another book was about to finish, when Rachit wrote another story around her.




“I fell asleep last night thinking about you, kissing you, your bare body, inside thighs. It all makes me to have you more, friction of bodies. I woke with head full of you. I desperate to touch you again, and don’t expect me to be sane, with you.” Rachit emailed.

“XOXOXOXOXOXXXX” Meera replied, only to hug and kiss him.

Geet found modern-day lipstick on his collar.


नई मुलाकात

भीड़ पर बस इतना ध्यान दिया उस दिन मैंने के हर किसी के पास वक़्त हैं कहीं जाने का। रिधिका की बाते ख़त्म हो जाती अगर मैंने शायद कुछ नहीं कहा होता। पता नहीं बस स्टैंड पर उसे सिर्फ मिलने ही आया था या फिर उसे रोकने।

“रचित, तू झूठा हैं।” अचानक से ये कह कर कदम रुकवा दिए मेरे। चोंक कर उसकी ओर देखा, और आते जाते हर मुसाफिर की तरह सभी सच झूठ का हिसाब करने लगा।

“तूने कहा था तू चुप रहता हैं, लेकिन तू तो बहुत बोलता हैं|” उसने हँस कर सारे हिसाब की उलझन खोल दी।

“ये सवाल तो मुझे भी आज दोपहर से तंग कर रहा हैं।” कहना तो चाहता था के उसकी बातों में वो खुशबू हैं जो मुझे अब ज़ुबान दे रही हैं। लेकिन फिर बातों में खो कर, बात खो गयी।

जब 11 बजे की बस चंडीगढ़ की 3:50 बजे लेने का वक़्त हुआ, तो ध्यान आया मैं रिधिका को छोड़ने आया था। शायद वो भी जाना नहीं चाहती थीं। तभी तो टिकट काउंटर पर हर बार उसने नया बहाना बनाया रुकने का। नासमझ था मैं जो इशारों की बातें ना समझा।

“तुझे नहीं लगता अब तुझे जाना चाहिए?”

“अच्छा, चल बाय।” सामान उठा कर वो चल ही पड़ी थी। “सुनो, अगली बार वक़्त निकाल कर आना।” काश के वक़्त ही ना गुज़रे, और हम दोनों वही बैठे रहते।

फ़ोन से मुलाकात तक, पहली बार का सफ़र ज़िन्दगी के उस बेहतरीन पल का होता हैं जब ज़िन्दगी तो गुज़र जाती हैं, लेकिन किताबों में पुराने फूलों की खुशबू बन कर रह जाता हैं।


As She Walked Away

The house was completely silent. Everything was at their usual place. Latest newspaper, still unread, was on the table. Last night’s leftovers were still on the table, as were the dishes. This house has never stayed silent before. But that morning, only footsteps could be heard. Nitika was packing up everything she owned in that house. Few clothes were scattered, some pictures, and few papers too. Everything else she required, she packed in her bags. She was not saying anything, just packing. Furious she was, yet she was unusually silent. At the door, stood Kahaan, looking at her, smirking. There were some papers in his hand, along with a pen.

“That belongs to me, so it stays here.” He broke the silence when she tried to pick the photo frame from the side table. The frame had a picture of both of them. That picture was of Kerala, when they visited last year. They were hugging, in the background was a waterfall. It was a happy picture.

It angered her more. To spite him, she threw it on the floor; and picked up the book kept next to the frame. The glass of the frame shattered into many pieces. The broken glass ended his smirks and jibes. Kahaan rushed to rescue the leftovers of the photo frame, making sure that she doesn’t get hurt.

She didn’t even spare a little glance towards Kahaan, zipped her bags, picked them up and started walking towards the door.

Holding the picture, his eyes followed her, with regret. And suddenly he realized that he did not want to end their story at that point. He wanted to write new chapters. He stood up from where he was crouching over the broken pieces of glass and followed her footsteps, to stop her before it was too late.

He suddenly cried in pain and it was her name that he screamed, “Nitikaaa”. She hasn’t gone very far. she heard the pain in this voice and retraced her steps back into the room.

She found him sitting on the floor with his foot in his hands. He has pricked himself on the sharded glass. She threw her bags down, ran to the kitchen to get the first aid box.

As she was cleaning his wound, he saw her like he did before, the Nitika he fell in love with. In his hands, he was still holding the papers and the photo frame. Those were their divorce papers and one signature cannot break their relationship.

Taking a decision for both of them, he tore those papers. Nitika, who was wrapping a bandage around his wound, looked up. Shock in her eyes.

“You should not have done that.” She said in a cold voice.

“I don’t want to end this story right now.” He pleaded, “Can’t we please write a few more chapters?”

She finished wrapping his wound and took the photo frame from his hands. She remembered that holiday, it was their 5th marriage anniversary. They still loved each other and were dedicated. Until a few months ago, when they just started drifting apart. Then started the fights. The drinking and late nights and the hurtful things that they said to each other in fits of anger and the some other things were there too.

“No, I really can’t do all that, all over again” she told herself.

“Kahaan, our story has ended and it is time we write our own stories. Tearing a few papers means nothing, when we have already drifted apart in our hearts.” She answered him.

“What can I do to assure you that there has never been anyone else in my life, other than you?” He knew he hit the correct nerve when her eyes fired up.

“You can’t do anything. I can never trust you again.” With that she kept the frame at the side of bed, turned around, picked up her bags and walked out of the door and out of his life too.

“Letting her go was the greatest mistake that I have ever made and that foolish fiasco I indulged in a few months back. she is not going to trust me easily again, I know, but I will make sure it happens, even if it is the last thing that I do.” He promised himself as he watched her walk out of the house.

Note: Fiction after many weeks. Hope you like it. Editor: Krishna


“Would you mind if you could stay with me for a while?” He said.

She looked at him, and smiled.
She held his hand, and asked him,

“Would you mind if you could walk with me for another life?”

Another Life Walk


In a sophisticated hall she looked at him while sipping her mocha coffee. She asked him, “how’s your coffee?”

He raised his eyebrows and tried to listen her again.

“I am not such a fan of coffee, but I care about person I am having my Latte Hazelnut with.”


Hazelnut Latte or You