Chai – Bas Ek Cup Nahin, Ek Jazba Hai”
Subah ki sabse pyari awaaz kya hoti hai?
Birds chirping? Alarm? Nah…
Woh sitti jo gas pe chadhte chai ke pateele se aati hai na,
Bas wahi hoti hai ek nayi subah ki asli shuruaat.
Chai… ek cup pighla hua sukoon.
Chahe din ka pehla sip ho, ya shaam ka thaka-hara pal,
Chai kabhi disappoint nahi karti.
Woh ek dost hai, jo bina kuch kahe sab kuch keh jaati hai.
Kuch log kehte hain, "Bas ek addiction hai",
Par hum jaise log jaante hain—
Yeh toh ek emotion hai,
Ek silent therapy,
Jahan har sip ke saath zindagi thodi aur manageable lagti hai.
Padhai ka stress ho, office ki deadline,
Ya bas dil udaas ho bina wajah ke—
Ek cup chai, aur sab kuch theek-sa lagne lagta hai.
Aur haan, chai kabhi akeli nahi aati,
Woh ya to kisi gappe-shappe ke saath hoti hai,
Ya kisi soch ke silsile ke saath.
Kabhi planning ke ideas, kabhi yaadon ka samaandar.
Kabhi ek muskaan, kabhi ek aansu.
Log coffee ke liye classy kahaniyan likhte hain,
Par chai…
Chai middle-class ki poetry hai.
Usme maa ka pyaar hai, doston ki baatein hain,
Aur apne aap se milne ke lamhe bhi.
Toh agli baar jab chai ka cup haath mein ho,
Usse sirf peena mat— mehsoos karna.
Woh tumse kuch keh rahi hoti hai…
"Aaj bhi tum sambhal jaoge."
