Mitti Ka Safar:

“Mohabbat sirf paane ka naam nahi…
Mohabbat jeene, bardasht karne, rooh ko gehra karne, aur Khuda ki rehmat ko mehsoos karne ka naam hai.”

– Zulfikar Inamdar

Mitti ka Safar:

Arz kiya hai ke…

Na koyi saath tha mere,
Na koyi saath hai mere,
Woh muskaan jo dil ko choo jaati thi,
Aaj sirf yaadon me ghuli rehti hai…
Aur mai bas khamoshi me apna dil samajhta hu.

Mai tanha tha—
Jahan log bas rang bharte the,
Mai wahan sirf khamoshi ki kala dekh raha tha,
Aur har raat, har andhera
Mujhe sirf apne andar ka dard dikhaata tha.

Raaton me yaad aati thi…
Uski hasi, uski baatein,
Chhoti chhoti baton ki woh khushi,
Aur mai sochta, kyun sab kuch sirf yaadon me reh gaya?
Aur phir har yaad ek nayi aah ban jaati,
Jo rooh ke kone me chhup kar jalti rehti.

Mai tanha hu—
Par mohabbat ki woh aag
Ab sirf yaadon me nahi,
Har dhadkan me bas gayi hai,
Jo mujhe jeene ka sabab deti hai
Aur har dard ko roohani taqat me badal deti hai.

Aur phir mai sochta hu…
Har chhoti khushi jo maine paayi,
Har aansu jo behaye…
Woh sab ek raah ki taraf le jaate hain—
Jahan Khuda mujhe sikha raha hai
Ki mohabbat sirf paane ka naam nahi,
Uska asli rang bardasht, samajh, aur rooh ko gehra karna hai.

Meri ye zaat bhi mitti…
Meri auqat bhi mitti…
Aur is mitti me ab ek jazba hai,
Jo har yaad ko ek kahani,
Har dard ko ek shayari,
Aur har tanhaai ko ek raah banata hai.

Mai mitti tha…
Toh logon ne mujhe pairon se kuchala,
Aur mai chhup kar girta raha.
Par ab mai mitti hu,
Aur har girna ek nayi udaan ban gaya hai.

Mai mitti hu—
Har dhadkan, har yaad, har aah
Mujhe ek nayi himmat deti hai,
Ek nayi umeed, ek nayi roshni.

Aur mai mitti hi rahunga—
Par ye mitti ab mehsoos karti hai:
Jo dard diya, usne hi mohabbat ka rang aur gehra kiya,
Aur Khuda ka paighaam ye hai:
Dard ke andar bhi ek raah hai,
Aur mohabbat ke har kona me ek roshni ka intezaar hai.

Mohabbat bhi kya cheez hai…
Jo door ho kar bhi saath hai,
Jo judaa ho kar bhi rooh ke andar basta hai,
Aur jis dard me bhi hum chal rahe hain,
Woh dard hi hume Khuda ke kareeb le jaata hai.

Tanhaai bhi kya cheez hai…
Jab dil ko todti hai,
Mohabbat ka rang aur gehra kar deti hai,
Aur har yaad ek nayi seekh ban jaati hai:
Ke mai sirf mitti nahi,
Ek rooh bhi hu…
Jo ab mohabbat me aur gehri, aur aur gehri ho gayi hai.

Har raat ka andhera,
Har aansu ki dhar,
Har yaad ki chamak,
Aur har dard ka bojh…
Ab sirf ek cinematic safar hai,
Jahan mai tanha chal raha hu,
Par rooh me ek jazba, ek umeed,
Aur mohabbat ka roshan rang le kar chal raha hu.