“Khud Se Mulaqat — (Part 1) Andhere Se Roshni Tak:”

“Insaan tab tak adhoora rehta hai,
jab tak wo khud se bhaagta rehta hai…
Aur jis din wo khud ka haath pakad leta hai,
us din andhera bhi uska raasta roshan kar deta hai.”

– Zulfikar Inamdar

“Khud Se Mulaqat — Andhere Se Roshni Tak:”

Arz kiya hai… ke…

Kabhi kabhi to mera khud se milne ka dil karta,
Maine bohot kuch suna hai apne baare me…

Har kisi ke paas meri ek kahani hai,
Magar ajeeb baat ye hai…
Us kahani me main kabhi khud nahi hota.

Kahin mujhe bewafa kaha gaya,
Kahin beparwah…
Kahin zarurat…
Aur kahin sirf ek aadat.

Par kabhi kisi ne ye nahi poocha…
Ke main khud apne baare me kya mehsoos karta hoon.

Kabhi kabhi main khud ke kareeb aata hoon,
To ek ajeeb sa darr lagta hai…
Kahin aisa na ho ke sach me main wahi hoon,
Jo duniya kehti hai.

Main khud se nazrein milane se ghabrata hoon,
Kyuki agar sach saamne aa gaya…
To shayad main toot jaaunga.

Aur sach bataun…
Main pehle hi toot chuka hoon.

Maine apni awaaz ko khamoshi me dafan kar diya,
Kyuki jab bhi bola… galat samjha gaya.
Maine apni muskurahat logon me baant di,
Aur badle me sirf tanhaayi mili.

Main dheere dheere apne hi andar kho gaya…
Itna ke agar aaj khud se milun,
To pehchaan bhi na paaun.

Aur phir ek din…
Main sach me khud ke saamne baith gaya.

Na koi awaaz thi… na koi ilzaam…
Bas main tha… aur meri rooh.

Maine dheere se poocha —
“Tu kaun hai…?”

Pehle to khamoshi rahi…
Phir ek halki si awaaz aayi —

“Main wahi hoon… jise tu ne sab ke liye chhod diya.”

Us pal sab kuch ruk sa gaya…
Jaise waqt ne bhi meri taraf dekh kar saans rok li ho.

Maine phir poocha —
“Tu itna akela kyun hai…?”

Aur wo muskura kar bola —
“Kyuki tu har kisi ka ho gaya… par kabhi khud ka nahi bana.”

Ye sun kar…
Mere andar kuch toot kar bikhar gaya…
Aur usi tootne me se ek ajeeb si roshni bhi nikalne lagi.

Mujhe samajh aaya…
Ke main bura nahi tha…
Main bas zyada sachcha tha.

Main kamzor nahi tha…
Main bas zyada mehsoos karta tha.

Aur meri sabse badi galti ye nahi thi ke log badal gaye…
Balki ye thi ke main khud ko bhool gaya.

Us din pehli baar,
Maine khud ko judge nahi kiya…
Maine khud ko gale lagaya.

Haan, main toot chuka hoon…
Par main khatam nahi hua.

Haan, main akela hoon…
Par ab main khud ke saath hoon.

Aur ab…
Agar duniya mujhe samjhe ya na samjhe,
Mujhe farq nahi padta…
Kyuki ab main khud ko samajhne laga hoon.

Kabhi kabhi to mera khud se milne ka dil karta…
Aur ab jab milta hoon,
To khud se ladta nahi…
Khud ko apna leta hoon.

Aur dheere se kehta hoon —

“Tu gira tha…
Par uth gaya.

Tu toota tha…
Par bikhar kar bhi khud ko jod gaya.

Aur ab…
Tu akela nahi hai.”