मैं खो जाऊं कहीं !

pankh lag jaayen mere, aaj main ud jaaoon kahiin,
raah kho jaayen sabhii, mod vo mud jaaoon kahiin

havaaon vakt huaa ab yahaan se chalane kaa,
padaa rahaa to is zamiin se jud naa jaaoon kahiin

naa paanii daal bujhaa khaakazadaa sholon ko,
bane jo jaan par, fir se dahak naa jaaoon kahiin

lo aag bhar do mere dil me, jalan aankhon me,
main chaar pal ke sukoon me bahak naa jaaoon kahiin

kiyaa hai jab se ghar saagar sii unakii aankhon me,
yahii hai dar main ranjan , chhalak n jaaoon kahiin

Raat kali hai, lamba safar hai mera.

I love nights. I love the shroud of silence and contemplation that nights throw on my mind. There is an involuntary stillness that enters my heart, as I find nature tucking in for the day despite human beings' frenzied activity around them. Crows start turning to their nests at the stroke of sunset, trees fold up for the day & draw their leaves tighter around themselves like shwals, self respecting insects (unlike mosquitos) disappear for the day. As the night bleeds and spread its black fingers over the lamp shades, the mist of sleep overpowers thoughtful minds and restless hearts. It's time to draw the curtains, not just on the day but on the re-run of the events of the day in our minds.
Nights are for reconsiderations, revivals and rejuvenations.
In simple words when stars start shining at your window, its time to hibernate/shutdown or "Crtl+Alt+del". I see the night has got deep relations with the color black- the hue of absorption,mystery,seduction and death.
Aristotle hypothesised on the nature of light as-" a disturbance in the element air". But I see day and night as -"if day is a factory to feed your body, night is the spa for pampering yourself". As the wind flow through the night, as I watched distant roadlights, I used to feel an incredible high, an insatiable thirst to "create" throughout the night. On the special nights when I write something well, I name them as a "female night"- a yamini, a nisha, a rajni and not just another ratri.
I believe as the moon emerge with the stars, the night materialise to sing their nighty songs. I discover life in dark and fall in love with night.
Now here are few lines written by some hindi poet on Night:
Ghar ke gamlon main jo naag faniyaa lagi fekiey raat raani saja lijiey,
ki jugnuwo ab dikha do mujhe rasta,
Raat kaali hai aur lamba safar hai mera!

Basant - Bas Aant!

kathor sheet chhayi hai aaj
garjan karta hai vrishti paat
din bhool chuka nij ujjwal roop
hai tharrati kaali si raat
par ye kya, dekho door se khelta,
khilkhilata ghutnon ke bal
chala aa raha hai basant!
kya bhay ab kaali raat ka sard,
vyakul rok payega aasha ka sanchaar anant
kya teri ye tez aandhiyaan madhosh,
prachandmita payengi bulbule ko jeevan paryant
kya teri yeh maansik bediyan,
fauladi,
vishalnav srajan ka kabhi kar payengi ant
dekho pairon par khada ho raha hai basant!