Fareb...ye lafz apni manuviyet ke etbar say khatarnak bhi hai aur haseen bhi...vo yon ke fareb jo dusron ko diya jaye vo gunaah say kum nahi..vo fareb jo khud ko diya jaaye badi jazibiyet rakhta hai...ek ummid ka bahana....ab ye fareb khilaye bhi jaatey hain..khaaye bhi jaatey hain..halath ki dane hote hain sadmaath...mayusiyan....insan insay jujhtta hua kabhi khud ko haar jaata hai...kabhi khud ko paaleta hai..hara hua khwabon ki raah pakad leta hai..ke kuch tou jene ka samaan ho...ye khwaab khudfarebi ki raahon per le chalte hain..phir chahe is safar ki koi manzil na sahi ,ye safar dilbastagi ke mosam faraham karta hai...thake hare mayus badan ekbar phir ji uthte hain apni tamamtar shaadabi ke saath..chund lamhe khudfarebi ke zindgi banne lagte hain....yon ek dewana dil khush holeta hai....
Ye daur haseen khudfarebi ka bada na-paayedar hota hai...jhut ko sabaat kahaan॥,vo tou nazar ka dhoka hote hain...aankh khuli ke ojhal....magar ye tajrubaath jaate jaatey kuch de kar hi jaatey hain॥zindgi ki haqeeqaton say rushanaasi ke pahla qadam derd ki saughaath hi tou hai...phir kya vo safar shuru hota hai jahaan insan apni kotahiyon per,apni khamiyon per॥apni khahishon per ghaur-o-fikr kartey huye zindgi ki aham raahen taye karta hai....ye fareb haaye kya kya manzar dikhaye....insaan khud ko kho kar khud ko paaye....
