“๐ƒ๐Ž๐’๐“๐ˆ: ๐‹๐€๐Œ๐‡๐„, ๐™๐€๐Š๐‡๐Œ ๐€๐”๐‘ ๐™๐ˆ๐๐ƒ๐€๐†๐ˆ”

 “๐ƒ๐Ž๐’๐“๐ˆ: ๐‹๐€๐Œ๐‡๐„, ๐™๐€๐Š๐‡๐Œ ๐€๐”๐‘ ๐™๐ˆ๐๐ƒ๐€๐†๐ˆ”

(Ek kahani jo sirf khamoshi mein kahi gayi)


๐ˆ๐ฌ ๐ค๐š๐ฏ๐ข๐ญ๐š ๐ค๐ž ๐๐ฐ๐š๐ซ๐š, ๐ค๐š๐ฏ๐ข ๐š๐ฉ๐ง๐ข ๐ฌ๐จ๐œ๐ก ๐ค๐จ ๐ฏ๐ฒ๐š๐ค๐ญ ๐ค๐š๐ซ๐ญ๐ž๐ฒ ๐ก๐ฎ๐ฒ๐ž ๐ฒ๐ž๐ก ๐ค๐ž๐ก๐ง๐š ๐œ๐ก๐š๐ก๐ญ๐š ๐ก๐š๐ข ๐ค๐ข, ๐ค๐ฎ๐œ๐ก ๐๐จ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐ฒ๐š๐š๐ง ๐œ๐ก๐š๐ก๐ž ๐ฐ๐š๐ช๐ญ ๐ค๐ž ๐ฌ๐š๐š๐ญ๐ก ๐๐จ๐จ๐ซ ๐ฒ๐š ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐๐š ๐ก๐จ ๐ฃ๐š๐š๐ฒ๐ž๐ข๐ง, ๐ฉ๐š๐ซ ๐ฎ๐ง๐ค๐ข ๐ฒ๐š๐š๐๐ž๐ข๐ง ๐ค๐š๐›๐ก๐ข ๐๐ข๐ฅ ๐ฌ๐ž ๐ง๐š๐ก๐ข ๐ฃ๐š๐š๐ญ๐ข, ๐ฐ๐š๐ก ๐ก๐š๐ฆ๐ž๐ฌ๐ก๐š ๐ณ๐ข๐ง๐๐š ๐ซ๐ž๐ก๐ญ๐ข ๐ก๐š๐ข๐ง. ๐–๐š๐ช๐ญ ๐š๐ฎ๐ซ ๐Ÿ๐š๐š๐ฌ๐ฅ๐ž ๐๐จ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข ๐ค๐จ ๐ค๐š๐ฆ๐ณ๐จ๐ซ ๐ญ๐จ๐ก ๐ค๐š๐ซ ๐ฌ๐š๐ค๐ญ๐ž ๐ก๐š๐ข๐ง, ๐ฅ๐ž๐ค๐ข๐ง ๐š๐ฌ๐ฅ๐ข ๐๐จ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข ๐ค๐š๐›๐ก๐ข ๐ค๐ก๐š๐ญ๐š๐ฆ ๐ง๐š๐ก๐ข ๐ก๐จ๐ญ๐ข, ๐ƒ๐จ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข ๐ค๐š ๐š๐ฌ๐ฅ๐ข ๐ฆ๐š๐ญ๐ฅ๐š๐› ๐ฌ๐ข๐ซ๐Ÿ ๐ฌ๐š๐š๐ญ๐ก ๐ซ๐ž๐ก๐ง๐š ๐ง๐š๐ก๐ข, ๐›๐š๐ฅ๐ค๐ข ๐ฎ๐ฌ ๐ž๐ก๐ฌ๐š๐š๐ฌ ๐ค๐จ ๐ฌ๐š๐ฆ๐›๐ก๐š๐ฅ ๐ค๐ž ๐ซ๐š๐ค๐ก๐ง๐š ๐ก๐š๐ข, ๐ฃ๐จ ๐ค๐š๐›๐ก๐ข ๐ก๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ž๐ข๐ง ๐ฃ๐ž๐ž๐ง๐ž ๐ค๐š ๐ฌ๐š๐ก๐š๐ซ๐š ๐›๐š๐ง ๐ฃ๐š๐š๐ญ๐š ๐ญ๐ก๐š. ๐‰๐š๐› ๐ฌ๐ก๐š๐›๐๐จ๐ง ๐ค๐š ๐ซ๐ข๐ฌ๐ก๐ญ๐š ๐ญ๐จ๐จ๐ญ ๐ฃ๐š๐š๐ฒ๐ž, ๐ญ๐š๐› ๐ค๐ก๐š๐ฆ๐จ๐ฌ๐ก๐ข ๐ฌ๐š๐›๐ฌ๐ž ๐ ๐ž๐ก๐ซ๐ข ๐›๐š๐š๐ญ ๐ค๐ž๐ก ๐ฃ๐š๐š๐ญ๐ข ๐ก๐š๐ข.

 

 

Kuch rishte lamhon ki ret pe likhe jaate hain,

Kuch dard khamoshi mein aansu ban ke beh jaate hain.

Dosti woh silsila hai jo kabhi khatm nahi hota,

Par kabhi, sirf sannata sab kuch keh jaata hain.

 

Chhup gaye raaste, jahan kabhi saath chale the ek-waqt,

Ab is tanhaai ke sheher mein, bas saayein hi hain — be-bakht.

Wah dost andheron mein bhi roshni bankar mujhe mehfooz rakhta tha,

Par waqt ne dard likha... aur humein, afsaney bana diya.

 

Waqt ki raftaar ne humein alag kar diya,

Faasle ne bhi humari umeedon ko tod diya.

Par dil ke kone mein ek chingari hai ab bhi,

Bhookhi zaroor hai, magar kabhi bujhti nahi.

 

Woh galiyan, woh baatein, woh hansna bewajah,

Ab sirf yaadon ka ek mehekta hua silsila hain.

Un dino ki muskurahat, aaj aansuon mein badal gayi,

Zindagi ki diary mein, ek feeka sa safha likh gayi.

 

Zakhm-e-dil se har roz ek naya ashk girta hain,

Aur yaadon ka karawan be-wajah yunhi chalta rehta hain.

Na koi shikwa tha, na koi ilzaam tha hum par,

Phir bhi dosti ne be-aawaz inteqaam liya.

 

Kabhi hum saath the... ab sirf yaadein baki hain,

Khaali raaton mein bas, teri tanha baatein basi hain.

Tere bina jeena bhi ab, ek saza si lagti hain,

Aur teri yaadon ka zakhm, roz gehra hota ja raha hain.

 

Wo chai ka cup, aur tera kehna — “bhai, sun na”

Aaj sirf hawaon se puchhta hoon — “kya tu bhi hai tanha?”

Tu yaad aata hai, jaise purani kitaabon ki khushboo,

Jo dil se na nikle, bas mehsoos ho, kisi khoyi si dhundh mein.

 

Dosti ka dard bhi ek ajeeb si cheez hoti hain,

Kabhi marham, toh kabhi ek gehra zakhm chhod deti hain.

Dooriyan toh waqt ke sath aati-jati rehti hain,

Par yaari ka jazba kabhi khatm nahi hota hain,

Woh toh hamesha saath chalta hain.

 

Aaj bhi teri baaton ki khushboo hawaon mein hai,

Waqt ne tujhe mujhse door kiya, par teri yaadein chhod gayi.

Jeena mushkil hai tere bina, yeh bhi toh sach hi hai,

Magar tujhko bhoolna, yeh bhi mumkin toh nahi.

 

Waqt ne toh chhoda sab kuch, par dil ab bhi tham gaya hain,

Har yaadein ek misaal hai, har khushi mein ek gham chhupa hain.

Dil ki gehrayi thi ya dosti ka junoon, kya hi farq reh gaya hain,

Jahan kuch bhi kehna bekaar ho, wahan sirf khamoshi ne sabse zyada kaha hain.

 

Dosti dooriyon se kabhi khatam nahi hoti,

Par doori kabhi kabhi dil mein udaasi chhod jaati hai.

Tu sath na sahi, teri yaadein ab bhi mere paas hain,

Aur yaadein... kabhi purani nahi hoti.

 

Yaadon ka silsila kabhi purana nahi hota,

Kuch chehre dil se kabhi begane nahi hote.

Dosti door ho sakti hai, par kabhi khatam nahi,

Kyunki jo dil mein bas jaaye, woh hamesha sath rehti hain.

 

Dard-e-judaai se har roz guzarna padta hain,

Har dost apni ek khaas dastaan chhod jaata hain.

Zindagi ke safar mein hum aksar tanha reh jaate hain,

Par dosti ka ehsaas... kabhi mitaya nahi jaata hain.

 

“Dilon mein khaali pan hai, Aaj chaand bhi udaas hain,

Jahan tak dekhoon, dosti ka raasta, Ab bas sirf khaali aas hain.”

 

- By HARDIK JAIN. ©

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