“𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐁𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐈 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐀𝐌 𝐊𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐐𝐓”

Is kavita ke dwara, kavi apni soch ko vyakt kartey huye yeh kehna chahta hai ki, zindagi ke har mod pe hum dard aur khushiyon ke beech ka safar karte hain, jahan shaam ki roshni humare dard ko chhupane ka ek tareeka ban jaati hai. Har shaam ke saath, hum khud ko samajhne ki koshish karte hain, lekin kabhi kabhi apne hi raaste mein kho jaate hain. Hum jo khushiyan dhoondhte hain, unmein kabhi apne sapne milte hain, aur kabhi woh sapne aansuon mein beh jaate hain. Zindagi ki har shaam apne saath ek nayi umeed lekar aati hai, par kabhi kabhi, woh umeed bhi humein apne aap se door kar deti hai. Aise mein hum apni muskurahat ke neeche chhupa dard aur khamoshi ko samajh paate hain, jo humesha humein apni zindagi ka asli rang dikhata hai.

Kitaab ke panno pe, har shaam thak gayi hain,

Zindagi ki daud mein, umeed so gayi hain.

Khushiyan bhi ab saggi nahi rahi hain,

Kuch khwaab the jo, adhure reh gaye hain.

Jab waqt zara sa thamne lagta hain,

Zindagi ka mod khauf se takrata hain.

Aankhon mein aansoo, par zuban pe muskan hain,

Gham toh har dil mein hai, par kehne ka armaan nahi hain.

Zindagi ke har pal ko samajhne ki chahat thi,

Khud ko hi kho diya, is talash ki aadat mein kahin.

Aaj bhi us shaam ki talash hai,

Jisme muskurahat khud se mulaqat kare.

Magar har shaam sirf ek aam-dastaan ban gayi hai,

Jisme dhoondhna chahein, par khud ko paa na sake.

Umeed thi, kal kuch naya hoga,

Par aaj ki shaam ne sab kuch roshni mein gawah diya.

Jo lafz kabhi humne likhe the,

Aaj khud ko hi padhne ki koshish kar rahe.

Dil ki gehraiyon mein ek raaz chhupa tha,

Ek dard... jo har pal bechain sa baitha tha.

Jab raat ka chaand bhi apna rang chhupaata,

Zindagi ka har dard, dil ke andar simat jaata.

Chupke se har subah khud-se milne ka jo armaan tha,

Magar woh shaam kabhi na aayi… bas kuch raaton ka vardaan tha.

Meri zindagi ki shaam, kya ab bhi roshni dhoond rahi hain?

Ya waqt ke saath kho kar, khud hi apne rang chhupa rahi hain?

Shaam ki roshni mein ek khoya raaz chhupa hain,

Kabhi dhoonda, kabhi samjha, phir bhi khud se hai chhupa.

Woh raaz jo dil ki gehraiyon mein dard-sa ban gaya,

Jisme hum khud ko bhi kabhi samajh na paaye.

Jab humne apni shaam ki roshni dekhi thi,

Woh shaam bhi humein beqarar si lagi thi.

Aaj bhi woh shaam dil ke ek kone mein chhupi hain,

Ek khoya sa ehsaas dekar, jo kabhi na khatam hua hain.

Magar kya shaam ki roshni mein hum khud ko dhoondh paaye?

Ya phir woh shaam bhi humein kabhi samajh na paayi?

Zindagi ka har mod ek naya dard lata hain,

Har shaam ke saath ek aur pal bichhad jaata hain.

Har roshni ke saaye mein andhera basa hota hain,

Har khushi ke saath dukh ka saaya chalta hain.

Zindagi ki shaam ka dard ek kahani thi,

Jo humne khud zindagi se seekhi thi.

Woh shaam jo ruki thi, kabhi aage na badhi,

Jaise zindagi khud bhi kahin tham si gayi.

Hum jeene ka sochte rahe, magar jee na sake,

Jo khushiyan dhoondhi thi, kabhi paa na sake.

Shaam ka dard hi hamari muskurahat ka rasta tha,

Jahan har dukh ke saath bhi humne zindagi ko apnaya tha.

Har aansoo ke peeche ek chhupa afsana tha,

Har muskan ke peechhe ek dukh purana tha.

Jo lafz keh na sake, woh khamoshi mein kho gaye,

Aur jo sapne dekhe the, woh aansuon mein beh gaye.

“𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐦 𝐤𝐢 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐧𝐢 𝐦𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐣𝐨 𝐤𝐡𝐨 𝐠𝐚𝐲𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐚,

𝐖𝐨𝐡𝐢 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐤𝐚 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐚𝐧 𝐠𝐚𝐲𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐚.”

- ʙʏ ʜᴀʀᴅɪᴋ ᴊᴀɪɴ. ©

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