“Umar badhti gayi to maloom hua,
-Zulfikar Inamdar
har baat ka jawaab dena zaroori nahi hota…
kuch logon ko samajhne ke liye
bas unse thoda door hona padta hai.”
Ab Mujhe Har Baat Samajh Aati Hai:
Arz kiya hai ke…
Ab mujhe har baat samajh aati hai,
jo kabhi samajh nahi aati thi…
Kisi ka lehja kyun badal jaata hai,
kisi apne ki baat kyun chubh jaati hai,
kisi ki khamoshi mein kitne sawaal hote hain,
aur kabhi kabhi
apni hi khamoshi mein
kitne saalon ka shor chhupa hota hai.
Umar ke saath
sirf chehre par lakeerein nahi aati,
insaan ke andar bhi
bahut si kitaabein khul jaati hain.
Pehle har chhoti baat par
dil ulajh jaata tha,
ab badi se badi baat bhi
khamoshi se seh leta hoon.
Pehle lagta tha
ke har rishta bachaya ja sakta hai,
ab maloom hua
ke kuch rishte bachane ki koshish mein
insaan khud ko kho deta hai.
Pehle kisi ke badalne par
khud ko dosh diya karta tha,
ab samajh aaya hai—
har shakhs ka badal jaana
hamari kami nahi hoti.
Kuch log bas
utne hi apne hote hain
jitni der unki zaroorat hoti hai.
Aur kuch log…
Woh door hokar bhi
dil ke kisi kone mein
waise hi baithe rehte hain
jaise waqt ne unhe
chhua tak na ho.
Main bhi ajeeb tha…
Apnon ki khushi ke liye
apni khushi taal deta tha,
apnon ki pareshaani ke liye
apni neend bhool jaata tha,
apnon ki khatir
apne hi dil ko
baar baar samjhata tha.
Aur log samajhte rahe
ke mujhe koi fikr hi nahi…
Unhe kya maloom,
main apni pareshaaniyon ko
isliye chup rakhta tha
ke mere apne
mere sabab pareshan na ho jaayein.
Maine apne dard ko
kabhi tamasha nahi banaya,
apne aansuon ko
kabhi kisi ki nazar ka
mohtaaj nahi kiya.
Bas muskura diya…
Aur yehi meri sabse badi
galti bhi thi,
aur shayad
meri sabse badi aadat bhi.
Logon ne meri muskurahat dekhi
aur samajh liya
ke main bahut mazboot hoon.
Kisi ne ye nahi poocha
ke raat ko
ye aadmi sota bhi hai ya nahi…
Kisi ne ye nahi jaana
ke din bhar sabko sambhalne wala
raat ko khud ko
kis tarah sambhalta hai.
Sach kahun…
Ab thak gaya hoon
har kisi ko samjhate-samjhate
ke mere andar bhi
ek dil hai.
Woh bhi dukhta hai.
Woh bhi toot-ta hai.
Woh bhi kabhi chahta hai
ke koi bina pooche
bas paas baith jaaye
aur kahe—
“Tum bahut thak gaye ho…
aaj tum kuch mat kehna,
aaj main tumhe sunta hoon.”
Magar shayad zindagi mein
aise log bahut kam milte hain.
Isliye ab
main apni khamoshi ka
khud hi humraaz hoon.
Apne dard ka
khud hi gawah hoon.
Aur apni tanhaayi ka
khud hi saathi.
Ab kisi se shikwa nahi karta.
Jo samajhna tha,
samajh liya.
Jo jaana tha,
jaane diya.
Jo mera tha,
woh kisi na kisi surat mein
mere paas reh gaya.
Aur jo mera nahi tha…
Uske liye
ab darwaaze khol kar
intezaar nahi karta.
Pehle logon ke jaane se
ghar khaali lagta tha,
ab samajh aaya—
ghar logon se nahi,
sukoon se bhara hota hai.
Aur jahan sukoon na ho,
wahan bheed bhi
tanha kar deti hai.
Maine ye bhi seekha hai
ke har sach bolna zaroori nahi,
har baat ka jawab dena zaroori nahi,
har ilzaam ka safai dena zaroori nahi,
aur har shakhs ko
apni niyyat samjhana
bilkul zaroori nahi.
Kuch log
aapko waise hi samjhenge
jaise unhe samajhna hai.
Aap chahe
apni poori zindagi
unke saamne rakh dein…
Woh sirf wahi dekhenge
jo dekhna chahte hain.
Isliye ab
main khud ko samjhane mein
waqt lagata hoon,
duniya ko samjhane mein nahi.
Ab meri zindagi mein
ek ajeeb sa sukoon hai…
Na kisi se zyada umeed,
na kisi se zyada shikwa.
Jo mila,
use ne’mat samjha.
Jo chala gaya,
use qismat samjha.
Jo dard mila,
use sabaq samjha.
Aur jo sukoon mila,
use Allah ki rehmat samjha.
Ab agar koi pooche
ke tum itne khamosh kyun ho?
To main muskura kar kahunga—
“Umar guzar gayi hai janaab…
ab har baat par ulajhna
accha nahi lagta.”
Ab mujhe maloom hai
ke waqt kisi ka intezaar nahi karta.
Log badalte hain.
Rishte badalte hain.
Halaat badalte hain.
Aur kabhi kabhi
insaan khud bhi badal jaata hai.
Main bhi badla hoon…
Magar kisi ki nafrat se nahi,
apne tajurbon se.
Ab dil mein
pehle jaisi shorish nahi,
magar gehraai bahut hai.
Ab aankhon mein
pehle jaise khwaab nahi,
magar jo hain
woh bahut apne hain.
Ab kisi ko paane ki
woh bechaini nahi,
magar jo apne hain
unhe khone ka darr ab bhi hai.
Aur shayad yahi zindagi hai—
Kuch cheezon ko
jitna sambhalo,
utna hi samajh aata hai
ke woh kabhi tumhari thi hi nahi.
Aur kuch cheezon ko
jitna chhod do,
utna hi maloom hota hai
ke woh tumhare dil mein
kitni gehri utar chuki thi.
Ab main apni zindagi se
sirf itni si guzarish karta hoon—
Mujhe har woh cheez mat dena
jiske liye mera dil zid kare.
Kabhi kabhi
meri khwahish se zyada
meri zaroorat ko samajhna.
Mujhe woh log mat dena
jo meri muskurahat ke saath hain
magar mere aansuon se
anjaan rehna chahte hain.
Mujhe woh saath dena
jahan mujhe
apna dard chhupana na pade.
Mujhe woh rishte dena
jahan khamoshi bhi
ek doosre ko samajh sake.
Aur agar ye sab
mere naseeb mein nahi…
To phir itna karam karna—
Mujhe apne saath
sukoon se rehna sikha dena.
Kyunki ab
mujhe bheed nahi chahiye.
Mujhe bas
kuch sachche log chahiye.
Kuch sachchi duaayein.
Kuch be-laag mohabbat.
Aur ek aisa dil
jo duniya ki sakhti ke baad bhi
sangdil na ho.
Haan…
Ab main pehle jaisa nahi raha.
Ab har baat par ulajhta nahi.
Har shakhs ko apna maanta nahi.
Har muskurahat ko mohabbat samajhta nahi.
Har khamoshi ko dushmani samajhta nahi.
Aur har judaai ko
apni haar samajhta nahi.
Ab mujhe pata hai—
Kuch log zindagi mein
rehne ke liye nahi aate,
sirf humein kuch sikhaane aate hain.
Kuch dard
marham ke liye nahi hote,
woh humein andar se
mazboot karne ke liye milte hain.
Kuch tanhaaiyaan
saza nahi hoti,
woh khud se mulaqat ka
ek mauqa hoti hain.
Aur kuch khamoshiyaan…
Woh lafzon se zyada
sach bolti hain.
Isliye ab agar
kabhi mujhe chup pao…
To ye mat samajhna
ke mere paas kehne ko kuch nahi.
Ho sakta hai
mere paas itna kuch ho
ke lafz kam pad gaye hon.
Bas itna samajh lena—
umar ne mujhe khamosh kiya hai,
be-hiss nahi.
Dil ab bhi wahi hai…
Bas ab usne
har kisi ke liye dhadakna
chhod diya hai.
