“Sabse khamosh log aksar sabse gehri jung lad rahe hote hain…
-Zulfikar Inamdar
bas farq itna hai, unke zakhmon par khoon nahi—muskurahat hoti hai.”
“Kuch Dard Ka Koi Naam Nahi Hota…”
Arz kiya hai… ke…
Kabhi kabhi insaan rota nahi…
bas uske andar kuch mar jaata hai,
aur duniya samajhti hai
ke woh pehle ki tarah hi muskura raha hai…
Maine bhi kuch aise hi din dekhe hain,
jahan aankhon mein neend nahi,
dil mein sukoon nahi,
aur honton par phir bhi
“Main theek hoon” hota tha…
Kisi ko kya khabar
ke ek muskurata hua chehra
andar se kitni baar
khud ko dafan karta hai…
Maine apne hisse ke sawaal
khamoshi ko de diye,
apne hisse ke aansoo
raat ke naam kar diye,
aur apne hisse ki mohabbat…
un logon par luta di
jinhone kabhi palat kar bhi nahi dekha
ke main kis haal mein hoon…
Ajeeb hai na…
hum jin logon ki ek udaasi
se bechain ho jaate hain,
wahi log hamari khamoshi ko
sirf aadat samajh kar guzar jaate hain…
Kabhi kisi ne poocha hi nahi
ke tum itna seh kar bhi
itne khamosh kaise ho?
Kaash koi poochta…
toh shayad main bata deta
ke mazboot dikhne wale log bhi
andar se bahut kamzor hote hain,
bas unhein tootne ki ijazat
kisi se nahi milti…
Mujhe shikayat unse nahi
jo mujhe samajh nahi sake…
Shikayat toh khud se hai—
maine har kisi ko apna samajh liya,
magar kabhi yeh nahi socha
ke mera apna kaun hai…
Ab dil kisi se zyada
umeed nahi rakhta,
kyunki umeed jab marti hai na,
toh awaaz nahi karti…
bas insaan ke andar
ek jagah hamesha ke liye
khamosh ho jaati hai…
Aur ab…
agar kabhi meri aankhon mein
aapko koi purani si udaasi dikhe,
toh use mitaane ki koshish mat karna…
Woh udaasi meri kamzori nahi,
meri zindagi ka woh hissa hai
jise maine bahut sambhal kar rakha hai…
kyunki kuch zakhm bhar jaayein
toh insaan unhein bhool jaata hai,
aur kuch zakhm aise hote hain
jo bhar kar bhi
umar bhar dard dete rehte hain…
Main ab bhi muskuraata hoon…
magar ab meri muskurahat ka matlab
khushi nahi hota.
Kabhi kabhi bas itna hota hai—
“Ab kis-kis ko bataun
ke main andar se kitna thak chuka hoon…” ❤️🩹
