Wafaa Ke Saaye:

“Jin logon ko hum apni rooh ka tukda samajh kar jeete rahe,
Woh jab chale gaye…
Toh hum girkar nahi,
Bas aur gehre ho gaye.”

– Zulfikar Inamdar

✨ Waafa Ke Saaye:✨

Arz Kiya Hai… ke…

Bade bade qaafeele mere kareeb se nikle,
Jinke alfaaz meethi baarish ki tarah lagte the,
Woh hi waqt ki dhoop me
Sabse pehle saaye ki tarah gaayab ho gaye.
Samay ka ye sabse kathor sabak tha—
Chehre chamakte rehte hain, niyat andheron me rehti hai.

Jo mere rooh ke raaz ko samajhne ka daawa karte the,
Woh hi rishte ki pehli sarsarahat par
Masle ho gaye…
Aur tab ehsaas hua—
Log apne vaadon me mazboot nahi,
Bas apne matlab me pakke hote hain.

Aur ji bhi nikle… dusron ke liye nikle,
Jinke saath maine apne kal, apne sapne,
Apni har dhadkan tak baanti thi,
Woh hi aaj kisi aur ke aasre me zyada sukoon paate hain.
Mujhe ek pal ke liye laga tha
Ke saath nibhana ibadat hoti hai…
Par pata chala logon ke liye toh yeh
Bas “fursat ke waqt ka sahara” hota hai.

Apne liye kiske paas waafa nahi,
Yahan mohabbat me wafadari se zyada
Aadatein gehri hoti hain.
Jo muhabbat karte nazar aaye,
Woh imtihaan me do kadam me bikhar gaye.
Aaj bhi sochta hoon—
Zulfi, galti kahaan hui?
Aur jawab aata hai—
Tu sachcha tha… yahi galti thi.

Logon ke chehre par muskurahat ka roop tha,
Par dil me ek khali pan ki jhaag thi.
Aansoo chhupane wali aankhon me bhi
Sachchai ki kami thi.
Kya hi waafa milegi wahan,
Jahan logon ko apne jazbaat ka hi hissaab nahi.

Aur bhi nikle… dum aur ghum se nikle,
Waqt ke har daur ne mujhe naye zakhm diye—
Kuch unke lafzon se,
Kuch meri khamoshi se.
Raat ke sannate ne kitni baar poocha—
“Tu ab bhi kyun ladh raha hai?”
Aur har dafa meri rooh ne kaha—
“Kyuki gir kar bikhar jaana
Mere naseeb me likha hi nahi.”

Kitni raaton me rooh ne khud se hi phusphusaya,
“Tera kya kasoor tha?”
Aur jawab me sirf ek dard ka saaya mila—
“Kasoor sirf itna tha…
Ke tu dil se chala tha
Aur duniya dimag se chalti hai.”

Tanhayi ka romantic dard bhi kam nahi hota,
Jab kisi ki yaadon ka ek tukda bhi
Seene me agarbatti ki tarah jalta rehe.
Aankhon ke piche rakhe hue khwaab
Barson me bhi mitne ka naam na lein.
Jis pal kisi ka naam liya tha,
Wahi pal ab khamoshi ke zeher sa saman hai.

Aur pyar…
Pyar ka bhi apna hi qissa hai.
Woh aata toh phoolon ki tarah hai,
Par jaata…
Toofan ban kar.
Jo dhadkan kabhi kisi ke liye rukti thi,
Aaj usi ki yaadon ne
Usse chalna bhi sikha diya.
Yeh sab pyaar ka hi khel tha…
Par dard ka hisa mujh ko mila.

Main guzra hoon us gali se
Jahan saaye bhi saath dene se darte the,
Aur log apne rang badalne me
Ek pal nahi lagate the.
Par phir bhi main chala,
Sambhal kar chala,
Dard ke zakhmon ke saath chala,
Kyuki dil toot jaaye…
Toh rooh mazboot ho jaati hai.

Zulfi…
Tu ek chingari nahi,
Tu woh shola hai
Jo waqt ki maar se aur tez ho gaya.
Log aaye, log gaye,
Par tera hausla sirf
Allah ne sambhala.
Aur tu isliye zinda hai—
Kyuki tu gira zaroor…
Par hara kabhi nahi.