Gulabon ka Mosam

Waqt se kaho zara tumhara kya khayaal hai....tum chahe guzro kahin apna tou bas kal jo tha aaj bhi wahi haal hai...ghadi do ghadi gar mil bhi gaye wahi ek hi khayaal hai...kal se aaj tak ka ye faasla ek junbish per hi tamaam tha ,aaj bhi hai aas paas bikhra hua mosam gulaab ka...mehek hai ke khud may hai ghuli huii...mosam baatin ka hai dhula hua....soii huii yaad may koi jaagta raha hai umar bhar....ye bekhayaali keh rahi hai ke kahin koi khayaal hai jiski faseel may koi panahgazeen hai aaj tak....

Ek mosam sada bahaar hai maine dekha nahi kabhi usey badalte huye....Gulabon ka mosam....mehekta hua chahakta hua fizaon may racha basa rooh ko makhmur karta hua dilon dilon ko apni sair per le jaata hai...phir her dil ghum se door chala jaata hai......khayal is chaukhat per dil jhukaaye huye aur jub koi in gulabon ki saughat pesh karta hai tab koi darkhwast mustarad kaise hosakti hai bhala....her dil gulabon ki tarha mehek jaata hai...mehkaata jaata hai....

                                      ye dil ka mosam hai gulab ka mosam
                                      yehan nahi ab koi intizaar ka mosam

Aaj mil rahi hun......

                                               

Meri bazm najane kitne dino se sooni padi hai..baat yon hai ke humi hum ko nahi mile kaii dino se....najaane waqt ka sitam hai ya dil ka karam hai....ehsaasaath hasti se juda juda se lagne lage hain...kabhi haath aate hain kabhi saath chod jaate hain...sabar-azma daur se guzra karte hain ehsaasaath bechaare....kabhi dar gaye kabhi sanbhal gaye...

Akhir ye kaunsa mode aaya chahta hai...kal ki baat lagti hai dil ki shaadmaani....kaii dilon se judi thi meri kahaani...jaam bhar bhar kar piya tha ulfat ki meh ka paani....surur ki suraahi thi ke labrez thi....dil tha ke chalaka chalka derd tha per halka halka...aaj halki si awaz bhi saanson per zarb lagaati hai...aakhir kyon ....kya kya chin gaya hai....per itna patta chal gaya hai...sab kuch guzar jaane ke baad haath jo aaya hai waan us surur ki suraahi se bhi zyada asooda karne waala ehsaas hai...jaise koi atki huii saans azaad hogaii ho.....


Barson ki ghutan aram paagaai....jub dil se dil ki baatein zubaan hone lagti hain aur apna haq manawa leti hain , sach poochiye ek go na go sakun nasib hojaata hai ke aaj vo perda gir gaya jiske peeche hum pure ke pure kulbula rahe they ...lagta to yon hai jaise barson se nahi sadiyon se...ab tou din saalon se tez guzra karte hain...us waqt din sadiyon se guzra karte they jub zehn-o-dil ko taalon may rakha hua tha...pesh-e-nazar dusron ki khushiyaan jo theen jo waqi masnawi pazeeraai chahti theen...shayed vo khud jaante honge ke samne waala jaanta hai ke vo rasm-e-duniya nibha raha hai aur vo khud bhi ke vo andar se kitne khokle kitne banawati, kitne aarzi they.....phir bhi wah wahi batorne ki chah may haq se munharif hona bhi gawara tha un ko...log ye log haaye re log....

Inhi ke darmyan inhi ki sangaton may apna aap bisraaye baithey they hum...andar hi andar apni rooh ki chik-o-pukaar suna karte....ke kahin tou milegi...kabhi tou milegi....is qaid se nijaat....kabhi tou belagaam hoga apna ruka hua sach aur uska etraaf.....phir hua yon ke khuda ne hum se apna ekhtiyaar manwa liya...jo be=elhtiyaari usne rok rakhi thi...uske pattt khol diye...ab azaad hogaya haq....sadaq jub pukaar uth-ta hai tab pehle khuda ko phir khud apni rooh ko shaad karta hai...

sachaai chup nahi sakti banawat ke usulon se

ke khushbu aa nahi sakti kaghaz ke phulon se