– Zulfikar Inamdar
“Har muskurata hua chehra khush ho, zaroori nahi… kuch log muskurahat ko apne aansuon ka parda bana lete hain.”
Arz kiya hai…
Koi ro raha hai, magar aansu pee raha hai,
Koi toot kar bhi, duniya ke saamne jee raha hai.
Kisi ke chehre pe muskurahat ka libaas hai,
Aur dil ke andar dard ka ek gehra ehsaas hai.
Koi khamosh hai, magar andar se shor bahut hai,
Kisi ki aankhon mein nami hai, magar honton par noor bahut hai.
Koi apne gham ko lafzon mein bayan nahi karta,
Koi har dard seh leta hai, magar kisi se shikwa nahi karta.
Koi apno ki khushi ke liye khud ko bhula raha hai,
Koi apne aansu chhupa kar doosron ko hasa raha hai.
Kisi ko neend nahi aati, magar woh sota hua nazar aata hai,
Kisi ka dil har raat rota hai, magar subah muskurata hai.
Koi andar se bikhar chuka hai, phir bhi sambhal raha hai,
Koi apni hi zindagi mein khud ko dhoond raha hai.
Koi keh nahi pata ke kitna tanha hai woh,
Bas “main theek hoon” keh kar sabse chhupa leta hai woh.
Kisi ke paas kehne ko bahut kuch hota hai,
Magar sunne wala koi nahi hota hai.
Koi ek shakhs ko yaad karke chup-chaap rota hai,
Aur phir duniya ke saamne hans kar kehta hai—
“Mujhe kya farq padta hai…”
Ajeeb dastoor hai is duniya ka bhi,
Yahan zakhm dikhane wale ko kamzor samjha jata hai,
Aur zakhm chhupane wale ko mazboot kaha jata hai.
Log chehre dekh kar haal pooch lete hain,
Magar aankhon ke peeche chhupa sawaal nahi dekhte.
Log kehte hain—
“Tum toh hamesha khush rehte ho…”
Kaash woh samajh paate,
Ke kuch log muskurate isliye hain,
Taaki unka dard kisi ko nazar na aaye.
Kuch logon ki khamoshi ko ghamand samjha jata hai,
Kuch ki doori ko be-rukhi kaha jata hai,
Kisi ki majboori ko bahana samjha jata hai,
Aur kisi ke dard ko sirf ek kahani samjha jata hai.
Magar har dil ki ek duniya hoti hai,
Jahan kuch yaadein zinda hoti hain,
Kuch rishte adhoore hote hain,
Kuch khwab toote hue hote hain,
Aur kuch sawaal aise hote hain,
Jinka jawab saari zindagi nahi milta.
Kabhi-kabhi insaan thak jaata hai,
Logon ko samjhate-samjhate,
Apne aap ko sambhalte-sambhalte,
Har kisi ke liye mazboot bante-bante.
Phir ek raat woh khamoshi se
Apne Rab ke saamne baithta hai,
Aur bina kuch kahe,
Sirf aansuon se apna haal bayan karta hai.
Kyunki duniya shayad na samjhe,
Magar Rab dil ki woh baat bhi jaanta hai,
Jo zubaan kabhi keh nahi paati.
Woh aansu bhi jaanta hai,
Jo aankhon se nikal nahi paate,
Woh dard bhi jaanta hai,
Jo lafzon mein dhal nahi paate.
Isliye agar kabhi koi
Bahut zyada muskurata hua nazar aaye,
Toh zaroori nahi ke woh khush ho…
Ho sakta hai,
Woh apne andar ek toofan liye baitha ho,
Aur duniya se sirf itna keh raha ho—
“Mujhe mat poochho main kaisa hoon… Bas mere liye dua kar dena.”
Kuch log mohabbat maangte nahi,
Samajh maangte hain…
Kuch log sahara maangte nahi,
Bas kisi apne ka haath chahte hain…
Aur kuch log apna dard batate nahi,
Bas chahte hain ke koi
Unki khamoshi padh le.
Zindagi mein agar kabhi aisa koi mile,
Jo bahut kam bolta ho,
Magar hamesha muskurata ho,
Toh uski muskurahat par mat jaana…
Ek baar uski aankhon mein dekhna,
Shayad wahan ek poori kahani mile…
Ek aisi kahani,
Jisme aansu bhi honge,
Judai bhi hogi,
Tanhai bhi hogi,
Toote hue khwab bhi honge…
Magar sabse khoobsurat baat ye hogi—
Woh phir bhi jee raha hoga, Phir bhi muskura raha hoga, Aur har dard ke baad Apne Rab par bharosa kar raha hoga.
Kyunki asli himmat ye nahi
Ke insaan kabhi tootta nahi…
Asli himmat toh ye hai Ke toot kar bhi insaan Apne Rab ka daaman nahi chhodta.
**“Kuch aansu aankhon tak nahi aate,
Kuch dard lafzon tak nahi aate…
Aur kuch log zindagi bhar muskuraate hain,
Taaki unke dil ke raaz kisi ko nazar na aaye.”** ❤️
- Zulfikar Inamdar
