“𝐀𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀-𝐀𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀”

“𝐀𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀-𝐀𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀”

“KHAMOSHI KE SILSILA”

 

Is kavita ke dwara, kavi apni soch ko vyakt kartey huye yeh kehna chahta hai ki, zindagi ke har mod par hum khud se door hote jaate hain, apne hi dard aur khwabon mein uljhe rehte hain. Humari muskurahat bhi ab zyada asli nahi lagti, aur har din ek khaali pan ke saath guzar jaata hai. Yeh kavita ek aise vyakti ke jazbaat hai jo apne andar ke dard ko chupaye rakhta hai, lekin us dard ka prabhav uski har ek soch aur har ek raaste par padta hai. Ant mein, jab sab kuch khatam ho jaata hai, toh bas khamoshi aur tanhaayi ka saaya hi reh jaata hai, hum apni asli pehchaan bhi kho dete hain.

 

 

Ahista-ahista ham kho jaayenge,

Apni hi parchhayi se dar jaayenge.

 

Khaamoshi mein doobi hogi har-ek saans,

Yaadon ki chaadar mein, ansuon ke sath, hum bhi so jaayenge.

 

Na gum chahiye, na dard ka koi kinara,

Chup-chaap khud mein hi dub jaayenge.

 

Na tha junoon, na tha sukoon ka koi nishaan,

Bas khwabon ke qisse hum kehte chale jaayenge.

 

Muskurahat bhi ab toh bojh-si lagti hai,

Khaali si in raateon mein ek din hum kho jaayenge.

 

Woh pal jo kabhi mehka karte the,

Ab khaak ban ke hawa mein gum ho jaayenge.

 

Har khushi jhooti thi, sab bas dhokha tha,

Asli jazbaat ab chhupke se raakh ho jaayenge.

 

Woh kursi jahan pe hum baithe the kabhi,

Us pe khaali pan ke naksh khinch diye jaayenge.

 

Aankhon mein thehre aansuon ka safar,

Khamoshiyon mein rooh bharte chale jaayenge.

 

Zakhmon ki khushboo hai har lamhe mein,

Kya pata, kal khiltey phool bhi murjha jaayenge.

 

Gum na sahi, hum hi sahi,

Apne hi saaye se door ho jaayenge.

 

Ahista-ahista... ek khaali sa raag bacha hai,

Jise sun, chand-sittare bhi aansu bahaa jaayenge.

 

Yeh dard ab ek silsila ban gaya hai,

Aur hum ismein andar hi andar ulajhte chale jaayenge.

 

Tanhaai ki chaadar mein hum lipte hue,

Zakhmon ke dard bhare lafzon se geet likhte chale jaayenge.

 

Toh likh le zindagi — yeh fasana adhoora hai,

Har anjaam pe hum chhup kar ro jaayenge.

 

Aur jab sab kuch khatam sa lage,

Tab bhi khamoshi mein zinda reh jaayenge.

 

“Chup kar jeena seekh liya hai maine,
Apne dard ko apni rooh mein chhupa liya hai maine.”

 

- By HARDIK JAIN. ©

Indore (MP)

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