“𝐀𝐃𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐑𝐈 𝐃𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐈”

 “𝐀𝐃𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐑𝐈 𝐃𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐈”

(Ek Khamosh Yaad)

𝐈𝐬 𝐤𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐚 𝐤𝐞 𝐝𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐚, 𝐤𝐚𝐯𝐢 𝐚𝐩𝐧𝐢 𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐡 𝐤𝐨 𝐯𝐲𝐚𝐤𝐭 𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐲 𝐡𝐮𝐲𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐡 𝐤𝐞𝐡𝐧𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐡𝐭𝐚 𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢, 𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐝𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐲𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐚𝐛𝐡𝐢 𝐤𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐦 𝐧𝐚𝐡𝐢 𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐢 — 𝐛𝐚𝐬 𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐤𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐜𝐡 𝐫𝐚𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐮𝐤 𝐣𝐚𝐚𝐭𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐧. 𝐍𝐚 𝐤𝐨𝐢 𝐣𝐡𝐚𝐠𝐝𝐚 𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐢, 𝐧𝐚 𝐤𝐨𝐢 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐭, 𝐩𝐚𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐪𝐭 𝐤𝐢 𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐮𝐧 𝐠𝐞𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐲 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐧 𝐤𝐨 𝐝𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐫𝐞-𝐝𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐡𝐥𝐚 𝐤𝐚𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐧. 𝐘𝐞 𝐤𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐚 𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐢 𝐚𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢 𝐤𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐡𝐨𝐧 𝐤𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐡𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐬 𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞 𝐤𝐢 𝐞𝐤 𝐣𝐚𝐳𝐛𝐚𝐚𝐭𝐢 𝐤𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐡𝐚𝐢 — 𝐣𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐤𝐢 𝐊𝐚𝐥𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐚 𝐛𝐡𝐢 𝐦𝐮𝐦𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐧𝐚𝐡𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐚.

Ek daur tha — ghadiyon se zyada, dil mila karte the,

Har baat mein ek chhoti si duniya chhupi hoti thi.

Phir ek aisa mod aaya — bekhauf, bekhabar, be-awaaz,

Aur dosti kahin ruk-si gayi, jaise waqt bhi ho gaya ho udaas.

 

Kuch dostiyein tut-ti nahi, bas kahin kho jaati hain,

Na bikharti, na bigadti; bas dhool ban jaati hain.

Zindagi ki hawa chali, to ranjish bhi ud jaati hain,

Jaise purane raaste, naye shehron mein mit jaate hain.

Jaise ek purani kitaab, naye ghar mein kho jaati hain.

 

Ek dard bhari tasveer hai yahaan,

Dosti ka ek shehar basa tha jahaan.

Wo school ki chhat, wo ghanti ki awaaz—

Ab khokhli si yaadon ka dhuaan reh gaya hai kahin.

Mitti ki mohar ban chuki hai wo sadiyon ki kahani,

Jaise khushbu, kisi purani kitaab mein soyi ho kahin.

 

School ki wo dhoop-chaav, hansi ke kuch pal,

Ab sirf dhundhli si yaadon mein simat gaye aaj-kal.

Tiffin ki roti se zyada meethi thi wo baatein,

Jinke yaadon ke tukde aaj bhi raat kat-tey.

 

Woh pehli baat-cheet, jhoothi kasmein, raaz bhare fasane,

Dosti ke gulab mein thi ek khushbu purani.

Par waqt ke tufaan ne bikhera har thikana,

Aur bachpan ki ghantiyan... khamoshi mein kho gayi afsana.

Yun toh har din gujar jatey hain aaj bhi, magar...

Woh sham ab kabhi laut kar na aati.

 

“Yaar” ab sirf ek lafz hain — kisi daftar mein,

Na aankhon mein chamak, na hansi kisi baat mein.

Kya dosti itni kamzor thi ya hum hi haar gaye?

Zindagi ke is safar mein dil hi be-asar ho gaye?

 

Na koi shikwa tha, na hi koi gila,

Bas be-naam sa ek faasla-sa mila...

Jise na hum mita sake, na woh kabhi wapas aaya,

Jaise kisi sunsaan virane mein kabhi ujjala bhi ghabraya.

 

Jo “Best Friend” tha kabhi — har raaz ka humraaz sada,

Aaj sirf ek naam hain, PhoneBook main kahin daba hua,

Woh number jis par "last seen" bhi ab nahi aata dikha hua.

 

Na mulaqat ki wajah, na roothne ka sabab,

Bas zindagi ne liya apna hisaab — be-hisab.

Ab zindagi ki bheed mein har chehra lagta hain ajnabi,

Kaash! Mil jaye woh purane dost, Par ab toh badal chuke hain sabhi.

 

Kya yaad hai tumhe — wo pehli hansi ka lamha?

Jab dard ko bhi humne khushi ka rang de diya tha.

Aaj muskaan bhi lagti hai bejaan si, parayi,

Aur aansuon ka silsila — khamoshi mein samaaye.

 

“Mitti ka makaan” thi wo dosti purani,

Na jaane kis tufaan ne cheen li ye nishani.

Na humne banaya, na kisi ne toda,

Bas waqt ke dhundh mein, kahin kho gaya wo kona.

 

Ye dosti ab ek marsiya hain,

Jise har khamoshi roz padhti hain.

Na kabhi likhi gayi, na kabhi bhulaayi gayi,

Bas ek mehsoos hai — jo har saans mein chubhti hain.

 

“Dil ki diary mein likhi hai kuch baatein adhoori,

Waqt ke saaye tale kho gayi har muskurahat purani,

Jo dil se judi thi, be-nishaan chhoot gayi woh yaari,

Par zindagi ne chheen liya sab kuch,

Bas yaadon ka paighaam hai baaki.”

 

- By HARDIK JAIN. ©

Indore || MP

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