“𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐇𝐑𝐄, 𝐉𝐄𝐁 𝐀𝐔𝐑 𝐉𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐇”

“𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐇𝐑𝐄, 𝐉𝐄𝐁 𝐀𝐔𝐑 𝐉𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐇”

- 𝐄𝐤 𝐣𝐚𝐳𝐛𝐚𝐚𝐭𝐢 𝐧𝐚𝐳𝐦 𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐤𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐩𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐢𝐧 

𝐈𝐬 𝐤𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐚 𝐤𝐞 𝐝𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐚, 𝐤𝐚𝐯𝐢 𝐚𝐩𝐧𝐢 𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐡 𝐤𝐨 𝐯𝐲𝐚𝐤𝐭 𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐲 𝐡𝐮𝐲𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐡 𝐤𝐞𝐡𝐧𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐡𝐭𝐚 𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢, 𝐚𝐚𝐣 𝐤𝐢 𝐝𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐢, 𝐝𝐢𝐥 𝐤𝐢 𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐢 𝐚𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐢 𝐣𝐚𝐳𝐛𝐚𝐚𝐭 𝐤𝐢 𝐤𝐨𝐢 𝐚𝐡𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐚𝐡𝐢 𝐫𝐞𝐡 𝐠𝐚𝐲𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐢. 𝐋𝐨𝐠 𝐤𝐞𝐡𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐡𝐫𝐚 𝐧𝐚𝐡𝐢, 𝐝𝐢𝐥 𝐝𝐞𝐤𝐡𝐧𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐲𝐞; 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐚 𝐧𝐚𝐡𝐢, 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐲𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐤𝐡𝐧𝐢 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐲𝐞 — 𝐥𝐞𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐚𝐛 𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐢. 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐡𝐫𝐞 𝐤𝐢 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐤, 𝐣𝐞𝐛 𝐤𝐢 𝐠𝐞𝐡𝐫𝐚𝐚𝐲𝐢 𝐚𝐮𝐫 𝐣𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐤𝐚 𝐣𝐚𝐚𝐝𝐮 𝐡𝐢 𝐣𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐢. 𝐊𝐚𝐯𝐢 𝐢𝐬 𝐤𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐚 𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐡𝐲𝐚𝐦 𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐬𝐢 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐤𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐝𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐢, 𝐣𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐤 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐚𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐝 𝐩𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐫 𝐣𝐚𝐚𝐭𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐢, 𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐟 𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐲𝐞 𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐢 𝐮𝐬𝐤𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐢, 𝐧𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐤𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐚. 𝐀𝐮𝐫 𝐲𝐞𝐡 𝐬𝐚𝐛 𝐝𝐞𝐤𝐡 𝐤𝐚𝐫, 𝐞𝐤 𝐚𝐚𝐭𝐦𝐚 𝐤𝐢 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐡, 𝐞𝐤 𝐝𝐢𝐥 𝐤𝐚 𝐚𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐮, 𝐢𝐬 𝐤𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐡𝐚𝐥 𝐠𝐚𝐲𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐢.

 

Kahani hai tanhaayi ki, udaasi ka ek raag hai,

Dil mein chuppa andhera, har khushi se virag hai.

Zindagi ke safar mein mila, bas dard ka hi sath hai,

Na koi humraaz bana, na suni dil ki baat hai.

 

Zindagi ke raaston pe chale, sach ke vaade le kar,

Khwabon ki parchhayi mein chale, khud ko thaam kar.

Par raaste mud gaye, rishte be-raah ho gaye,

Haqiqat ke jhooth bhi, dil mein teer ban gaye.

 

"Insaan dil ka acha ho" — kaha sabne kahi baar,

Par bina chamak ke chehre ko, na milti hai izzat yaar.

Duniya toh chehre ki muskaan par hi fida rehti hai,

Andar ke toofanon ki kab kisine parwaah ki hai?

 

“Chehra ka kya hai?, Bas dil saaf hona chahiye” —

Sab kehte toh hain, par maanta kaun hai ye?

Rang-roop, makeup, bas unhi pe nazar jaati hai,

Dil ki khoobsurti? Woh toh sirf kitaabon mein hi reh jaati hai.

Andar-se dil jale, par face par thodi chamak ho,

Toh duniya taali bajaye, aur tab tu star ban jaye bro!

 

“Paisa kya hai?” — ek fal hai meetha,

Par jeb khaali ho toh har rishta lagta hai feeka.

Note ke rang mein jazbaat bhi dhundhla jaate hain,

Sikke ki khanak mein sachche lafz bhi dab jaate hain.

 

“Paison ka kya hai? Dil bada hona chahiye” —

Aisa kehke log apna kaam chala lete hain ji.

Par baat ho izzat ki, ya rishte nibhaane ki,

Tab sabse pehla sawaal hota — “Kitna kamata hai bhai ji?”

Chahe garib ka dil samundar se gehra ho,

Par mehfil mein uski pehchan jeb se hoti hain ji.

 

“Jeet toh hamesha sachai ki hoti hai” —

Kya khoobsurat jhooth hai, jo bachpan se sunte aaye.

Par asliyat mein jeet usi ki hoti hai,

Jiske paas paisa ka power ho, jo zor se chillaye.

Sach toh aaj bhi andheron mein aansu bahaata hai,

Jhooth taj pehne, kursi par chain se sota hai.

 

Mitti si ho gayi hai rooh, har din zara-zara dhans jaati hai,

Waqt ki teh mein zindagi, har pal sadiyon si lag jaati hai.

Ashk bhi ab thak gaye hain, khud mein hi kho jaate hai,

Tanhai ghul rahi hai, khaamoshi ke pehlu mein sote reh jaate hai.

 

Kya hai yaad? Sirf ek mehka hua zakham,

Jo hans ke bhi, chhod jaata hai sannaata har dam.

Khushbu ban ke rehta hai, par dard ka paighaam hai deta,

Aankhon ke sheeshe mein sirf aansuon ka aks hai utarta.

 

Toh batao, kaisi hai yeh duniya ki kahani?

Jahan imaandari ban chuki hai sirf ek paheli purani,

Jahaan har mod par milti hai sirf-aur-sirf beimani,

Jahan mohabbat ki keemat bhi ab EMI se chukti hai,

Aur dosti? Sirf brand aur label dekh ke hoti hai.

 

Mohabbat, wafaa, sachchai — sab milte hain bas kitaabon mein,

Asliyat toh bik chuki thi, pehle hi muskaraate labon mein.

Zehar ban gaya hai aajkal khud se bhi sach kehna,

Khushi bhi ab sirf ek istahar si lagti hai, bas dikhna, na rehna.

 

Phir bhi kuch yaadein reh jaati hain — unmein ek roshni si hoti hai,

Jaise andheron mein koi diya ho, jo bina batti ke bhi jalta hai.

Afsos kabhi bhi mehmaan ban kar chupke se aa jata hai,

Waqt ke saath chup toh ho jaata hai, par kabhi bhoolaya nahi jaata hai.

 

Toh haan, jeet jhooth ki hoti hai, paisa hi sab kuch kehta hai,

Par haar ke peechhe ek dard chhupa hota hai,

Jo sirf khud ko hi samajh aata hai.

Zindagi ek dhoond-si hai — na chehre dikhte, na dil ki sachchai,

Bas reh jaata hai ek khaamosh aasmaan… aur usmein sirf hum aur tanhaai.

 

Aye Khuda, tu bhi sun le ab hamari fariyaad,

Jhoothon ke sheher mein, sach ko mil jaaye ek yaad.

Aisi duniya racha, jahan dil kabhi haara na ho,

Jahan paisa sirf zarurat ho — izzat ka sauda daubara na ho.

 “𝙔𝙚𝙝 𝙣𝙖𝙯𝙢 𝙨𝙞𝙧𝙛 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙝𝙞 𝙣𝙖𝙝𝙞 𝙜𝙖𝙮𝙞... 𝙙𝙞𝙡 𝙨𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙝𝙨𝙤𝙤𝙨 𝙠𝙞 𝙜𝙖𝙮𝙞 𝙝𝙖𝙞,

𝙆𝙮𝙪𝙠𝙞 𝙨𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙠𝙚 𝙖𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙪, 𝙠𝙖𝙗𝙝𝙞 𝙟𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙩𝙝 𝙠𝙞 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙠𝙖𝙖𝙣 𝙨𝙚 𝙣𝙖𝙝𝙞 𝙙𝙝𝙪𝙡𝙚 𝙟𝙖𝙖𝙩𝙚.”

 

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