Khomoshi Ki Nazaakat

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“Uske chehre ka noor bhi ajeeb hai…
na zyada dikhne ki chahat, na kam rehne ka gham—
bas ek khamoshi jisme tehzeeb bhi hai
aur adab ka apna salaam bhi.”

– Zulfikar Inamdar

Khamoshi ki Nazaakat:

Arz kiya hai…

Uske chehre par ek aisi narmi thi,
jaise hawa apne haath me phool ki khushboo lekar chalti ho.
Mastaani aankhon ka noor,
jaise kisi purani dua ka abhi-abhi qubool hua asar ho.

Siyah saari ka lehja bhi ajeeb tha—
mehakta hua, sharmeela sa,
jaise raat ki chaadar par chaand ne
apni roshni ki naazuk lakeeren chhod di ho.
Gold border ki chamak us par yuhi nahi thi,
wo uske andruni waqar ka ek khamosh sa parcham lagti thi.

Uske kaano me jhumakte jhumke,
jaise har khanak me koi riwayat zinda ho.
Gale ka motiyon ka halka sa haar,
use dekhta hi lage ke zindagi me kuch cheezein
sirf nazakat se hi samjhi ja sakti hain—
shor se nahi, sirf shafqat se.

Uski bindi aur maang ka sindoor bhi
sirf shringar nahi, balki ek kahani ka nishaan lagte the—
ek wafadaari, ek sukoon, ek apnapan ka gumnaam sa vaada.
Jab usne halka sa muskuraya,
to mehfil ka rang badal gaya,
jaise kisi ne honton par dua rakh di ho,
aur dil par sakoon ke pani ke chhidke kar diye ho.

Uske baithne ka andaaz bhi nazaakat se bhara tha—
seedha, saabit, magar phir bhi naram;
jaise koi tehzeeb chal kar insaan ki surat me baith gayi ho.
Ek pal ko laga,
ke is tasveer me waqt ruk gaya hai—
aur mohabbat, tameez, haya,
sab ek saath saans le rahe ho.

Aur uski aankhon me jo halka sa gumnaam dard tha,
wo bhi apni jagah khoobsurat lag raha tha—
jaise koi purani yaad,
jo bhoolti nahi, magar chubh bhi nahi rahi.
Bas kahin dil ke kone me chup kar,
apna diya jalaye baithi ho.

Uski poori shakal me ek ajeeb sa noor tha—
na zyada, na kam,
sahi jagah par, sahi andaaz me.
Jaise Rab ne usse banate waqt
thodi si rehmat, thoda sa adab,
aur thodi si shayari zyada daal di ho.