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कविता- सफर हैं यह ज़िन्दगी का


ईश्वर ने हमें यह प्यारी ज़िन्दगी दी हैं/ अक्सर हम लोंग इसका एहसास नहीं कर पाते हैं/ लेकिन, यदि हम गौर से निरीक्षण करें, तो हमें यह एहसास होगा कि ज़िन्दगी हमें कितना सिखाती है/

यह कविता हमारे जीवन के उन सब छोटे भागों का बखान करती हैं, जिन्हें  हम अक्सर देख कर भी अनदेखा कर देतें हैं/ यदि हम खुशियाँ  फैलाते रहे, तो हमारा यह संसार हमें और लुभावित करने लगेगा / उम्मीद हैं कि  आपको यह कविता अच्छी लगेगी 😊/

सफर हैं यह ज़िन्दगी का 

सफर है यह ज़िन्दगी का 
जहाँ हर पल स्मृति में तब्दील हो (badal) जाता  हैं 
और हर पल, रेत की तरह 
हमारे जीवन रooपी  हाथों से   फ़िसल जाता  हैं/

सफर है यह ज़िन्दगी का 
जहाँ ख्वाब तक़दीर में बदल जाते हैं, 
जहाँ कामयाबी पाने की हम करतें हैं कल्पना 
और हमारे सपनों के महल आसमान को छू जाते  हैं /

सफर है यह ज़िन्दगी का 
जहाँ शब्दों को हुकूमत मिलती हैं,  
जहाँ अल्फ़ाज़ों में छिपें  है अनमोल रत्न 
जो बदलाव की किताबें  लिखने में  व्यस्त हैं/

सफर है यह ज़िन्दगी का 
जहाँ खुशियों के पहाड़ हर रास्ते में मिल जाते हैं  
जहाँ लोगों में कूट कूटकर भरी हैं अच्छाइयाँ 
और सभी एक दुसरे की भलाई के सोच में मग्न रहते हैं/ 

सफर हैं यह ज़िन्दगी का 
जहाँ हमें प्रति-क्षण कुछ सीखने को मिलता हैं 
जहाँ ज्ञान की हवा 
चारो दिशाओं  में सदा बहती  है/

आइये इन सब खुशियों का एहसास करें 
और अपने आस-पास खुशियों का वातावरण को जीवित रखें //
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