roz subaah office mein aate hi
jaise alfaaz ruk se jaatey hain,
kal-parson ki kavitaa’ein jaise
mit si gayi ho’n, aur kho gayi ho’n kahiin
dimaag ke kisi koney mein.
.
kal raat tak jaise ek baadh si thi,
aur lafz ruktey nahin thay,
dimaag daud raha tha typing speed se tez,
aur chhooth bhi jaatey thay kuchh shabd
likhey jaaney se pehle hi.
.
aur abb ye haal hai
ki aas-paas dekh kar bhi,
kuchh aisa dihkta nahin, kuchh bhi soojhta nahin,
jispe likhi jaa sakey koi kavita,
ya sirf kuchh hi shabd bhi.
.
theek bhi hai,
office mein office ka kaam hona chahiye
lekin emails ko reply aur forward kar-karke
thak gaye haath, dimaag par chhaa gayi hai susti,
aur kuchh likhney ki chaah toh hai, saamarthya nahin.
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[Cross posted on the new blog.]
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