Wednesday, August 27, 2014

Aah !








Aah ! 


Aaj vo khwab bhi chin gaya jo haqeeqaton ka bojh uthaaye huye tha....jo kuch palon ka hi sahi sakun-e-dil ka samaan tha...kitna behlaaya tha khud ko ke ho na ho saare wahimaath jhutey hain...ye nafs ke utre huye saare rang khotey hain...per aaj is zindagi ko uski asli saughaath milna hi thi...ek sach ka saamna soch ka her zaawiya badal kar rakh deta hai...per kambakth is dil ka beda gharq hi nahi hota...kahin uska koi kona ab tak roshan hai...ke nahi ye to tere dil ki karastaani thi....duniya to fareb hi hai...per khaaya to tune hai....ab jub tere ehsaas ki zad may her pal aa hi gaya hai to waqt se kaise giley shikwe....tune jub khushiyan batori hain to ab ye talkhiyaan bhi bardashth kar....ke yehin se teri ibtida hai...isi may teri baqa hai....


Shamma raat bhar jalti rahi per uska junun saza tha...aur jis perwaane per deewanawar nisaar hoti rahi vo perwana to mahaz shamma ki ek shab ki aarzi mehefil ka ehsaas tha....vo perwana bhi kaarinda-e-ameer-ul-mulk hi tha...usne najaane kitni shammaon ko pighalte dekha hoga...ek shab may unki hasti ko gum hote dekha hoga...socha jaaye to puri zindagi ek shab si hi choti aur heech lagti hai...haasil-e-zindagi bas yehi ehsaas ke kuch bhi sach nahi tha siwaye is derd ke jo shamma ki bebasi ka inaam tha jisey perwaane ne bhi mehsus kiya ...halaanke usey her us lamhe ki khabar thi jo shamma per se guzar gaya tha...per uski nazar may  ye ek sabaq tha aur shamma ki puri hasti tahas nahas karne ki zimmedaari kisi ke sar nahi gaii...na perwane ke na ameer-ul waqt ke na us anhoni ke gawah waqt ke..khair qusur un halaath ka tha jiske chungal may shamma phans gaii thi...qusur us waqt ka tha jisne apni zid ko ana ka masla bana daala tha..apne daman ko mehfuz rakhne ke liye kisi aur ka daman jala daala tha....

Hmmmmm...ye sitam itni khamoshi se hua ke khud shamma ko apni bewaqoofi ki khabar na huii...halaanke ehsaas jaage they....hosh ki ankhen khuli huii theen...per puri hasti kisi ki giraft may simti hui thi...aur vo giraft itni mazbut thi ke us giraft se chah kar bhi azad hona dobhar tha...shaayed koi dukhti rag us giraft ke taley aagai thi...aur us dukhti rag ko waqti aram mil gaya tha aur usne apne bachau ki mohaum si koshish bhi nahi ki thi...her ehsaas us waqt ek hojaata hai jub aapke rubaru aapki mohabbat mujassim pesh hojaaye...

Mohabbat kaii qismon may kaii shaklon may kaii rishton may kaii qiston may rubaru hua karti hai...per zaahir aur baatin dono ko munawar kardene waala lamha shaaz-o-nadar hi mila karta hai...rooh zakhmi zarur hai per roshan bhi...yaadon may khaar bhi hain gulshan bhi...