Waqt - ek saathi

“Waqt” is a small reminder about something we all feel but can never hold - time. In this poem, I’ve tried to show how waqt quietly becomes a part of everything: our khushiyan, our gham, our rishtas and even our learnings. Kabhi yeh palon ki tarah nikal jaata hai, kabhi sadiyon sa lagta hai, par ek baat pakki hai - yeh hamesha kuch na kuch sikha kar hi jaata hai.

This poem is about understanding that waqt khud kabhi bura nahi hota; bas woh humein uss pal ki value samjha deta hai. Jo aaj hai, wohi sabse zaroori hai. Aur jo waqt ke saath chalna seekh leta hai, uska raasta thoda aasaan, thoda khoobsurat ho jaata hai.

Waqt - ek saathi jo kabhi rukta nahi, Na shikayat karta hai, na kabhi jhukta nahi. Khushiyon mein guzar jaata palon sa, Ghamon mein lagta hai, sadiyon sa. Kabhi dhoop sa jalta hai, kabhi vhhaanv sa lagta hai,

Kabhi yun hi chupke se, sab kuch badal jaata hai. Na aankhon se dikhta hai, na haathon mein aata hai, Par har rishta, har jazba, isse hi to banta jaata hai. Kuch log kehte hai, waqt bura tha, Kuch kehte hain, sab waqt ka khel tha, Par sach toh yeh hai - waqt kabhi bura nahi hota, Jo seekh de jaaye, woh toh guru sa hota. Toh sambhaal ke rakhna is pal ko, jo abhi hai, Kal kisne dekha, yeh toh waqt ki chhabi hai. Jo waqt ke saath chalta hai, woh hi aage badhta hai, Waqt ko dost bana le, toh har raasta sajta hai. ~maha