“𝐄𝐊 𝐀𝐃𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐊𝐇𝐖𝐀𝐁 𝐊𝐀 𝐒𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐑: 𝐄𝐤 𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐫 𝐉𝐨 𝐍𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐳𝐢𝐥 𝐊𝐚 𝐓𝐡𝐚, 𝐍𝐚 𝐑𝐚𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐊𝐚 𝐓𝐡𝐚”

𝐈𝐬 𝐤𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐚 𝐤𝐞 𝐝𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐚, 𝐤𝐚𝐯𝐢 𝐚𝐩𝐧𝐢 𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐡 𝐤𝐨 𝐯𝐲𝐚𝐤𝐭 𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐲 𝐡𝐮𝐲𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐡 𝐤𝐞𝐡𝐧𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐡𝐭𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐢 𝐤𝐢, 𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐞𝐤 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐢 𝐣𝐢𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐩𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐝, 𝐮𝐝𝐚𝐚𝐬𝐢 𝐚𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐲𝐢 𝐤𝐚 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐧𝐚 𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐢. 𝐇𝐮𝐦 𝐬𝐚𝐛 𝐚𝐩𝐧𝐢 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐳𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐧 𝐤𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐲𝐞 𝐤𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐥𝐞𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐤𝐚𝐛𝐡𝐢-𝐤𝐚𝐛𝐡𝐢 𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐤𝐡𝐨𝐲𝐚 𝐣𝐚𝐚𝐭𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐢 𝐚𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐣𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐝𝐭𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐢. 𝐘𝐞𝐡 𝐤𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐚, 𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐢 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐛𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐫𝐚𝐚𝐡𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐝𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐢 𝐤𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐲𝐨𝐧 𝐤𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐣𝐡𝐧𝐞 𝐤𝐢 𝐞𝐤 𝐤𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐡𝐚𝐢.

Zindagi ka safar tha, ek khwabon ka maidan,

Raste ne sath na diya, manzil ka tha ilzaam.

Har mod pe chalte chalte, kho gaya tha main,

Chhup gayi thi roshni, sirf andheron ka tha jahan.

Ek bechaini-si thi, hawaon mein bhi thi tanhaayi,

Dil ki cheekhein nikalti thi, magar awaaz bhi kho-si gayi.

Aankhon mein bas jaate the, woh adhoore armaan,

Jo kabhi apne the, ab bas ek purani kahani ke nishaan.

Kya likhun apni kahani, jab zindagi hi thi ek adhoori film si,

Jismein hero bhi main, aur villain bhi meri kismat ki dhun thi.

Dialogue the dukh bhare, aur scenes bhi the veeran,

Aur background music mein bajti thi, tooti huyi ek shayari ki pehchan.

Duniya ki fikar chod kar, sab chahte hain khush rehna,

Par kya pata tha, jo chaha, woh kabhi na tha milna.

Kayi baar socha, shayad ek naya mod aayega,

Par zindagi ne har baar mujhe, sirf naya dukh hi thamaya.

Agar sab kuch chhupa lo, toh bhi sabko kuch lagta hai,

Main khush hoon, bas dikhane ka ek saaya hai.

Par dil ke kone mein chhupa tha ek gham,

Jo na dikhayi deta, par tha har waqt mere saath.

Na koi raat thi jo sukoon de sake,

Na koi savera tha jo roshni la sake.

Bas ek musafir tha main, be-raah, be-safar,

Jo khud-ki kahani se ho gaya tha be-khabar.

Kya likhun apni zindagi par, jo khwabon mein bhi na tha sukoon,

Jahan ek pal ka jeevan, par har din tha dukhon ka junoon.

Na dosti thi, na pyaar, na mohabbat ka koi izhaar,

Zindagi ke har raaste par, tha bas ek andhera sa safar.

Duniya ka jahan tha apna, par apna kuch bhi na tha,

Khali tha, udaas tha, par zindagi ka rang kuch aur hi tha.

Chhupa ke rakhna tha apne dukhon ko,

Par har aansoo ek naya afsana likh jaata tha.

Mitti ki tarah bikhar raha tha, hawa bhi thi parwaz ki,

Par na koi tha jo utha sake, na koi puch sake hallat dil ki.

Har mod par ek naya dard ka safar tha,

Jo na kabhi rukta, na kabhi khatam hota tha.

Bas ek umeed thi, shayad ek din dukh bhi thak jayenga,

Aur ek naya savera, kisi anjaani manzil pe muskurayenga.

Par jab tak woh din aaye, tab tak likhta rahunga ye dastaan,

Ek udaasi ka safar, ek adhoori kahani ka gumnaam afsaan.

“𝐙𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐤𝐚 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚, 𝐤𝐡𝐰𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐧 𝐤𝐢 𝐞𝐤 𝐮𝐝𝐚𝐚𝐬𝐢-𝐬𝐚,

𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐳𝐢𝐥 𝐛𝐡𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫, 𝐚𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐫 𝐫𝐚𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐤𝐢 𝐩𝐚𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐢 𝐬𝐚.”

- ʙʏ ʜᴀʀᴅɪᴋ ᴊᴀɪɴ. ©

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