“Zindagi ki asli daulat woh nahi jo hum chhod kar jaate hain;
-Zulfikar Inamdar
asal daulat woh hai jo hum kisi ke dil mein chhod jaate hain.
Ghar badal jaate hain, shehar peeche reh jaate hain, waqt guzar jaata hai—
magar mohabbat se jeeye hue kuch lamhe kabhi purane nahi hote;
woh yaad bankar insaan ke chale jaane ke baad bhi zinda rehte hain.”
“Ek Din Sab Yaad Ban Jayega…”
Arz kiya hai…
Kabhi fursat mile
To apni zindagi ko peeche mud kar dekhna…
Kitne ghar badal gaye,
Kitne shehar peeche reh gaye,
Kitne chehre tasveeron mein simat gaye,
Aur kitne apne
Sirf yaadon mein milte hain.
Ajeeb hai na zindagi…
Jis ghar mein kabhi
Hamari hansi goonja karti thi,
Jahan darwaaza kholte hi
Apnapan mehsoos hota tha,
Aaj mumkin hai
Wahan koi aur rehta ho…
Deewarein wahi hongi,
Khidkiyaan wahi,
Aangan bhi shayad wahi hoga,
Bas hamari awaaz nahi hogi.
Kabhi jis kamre ko
Hum apna kaha karte the,
Jiski deewaron par
Hamare bachpan ke nishaan hua karte the,
Ek din us kamre ko bhi
Hamare naam ki khabar nahi hogi.
Waqt kitni khamoshi se
Sab kuch apne saath le jaata hai…
Na darwaaza khatkhatata hai,
Na ijazat maangta hai,
Bas kal ko
Dheere-dheere “yaad” bana deta hai.
Kabhi maa ki awaaz par
Neend se uthna mushkil lagta tha…
“Uth jao… der ho rahi hai.”
Hum karwat badal kar kehte—
“Bas paanch minute aur…”
Kaash tab pata hota
Ke zindagi mein ek waqt aisa bhi aayega
Jab woh paanch minute ki neend nahi,
Woh awaaz dobara sunne ke liye
Dil taras jaayega.
Kabhi baap ki daant buri lagti thi,
Unke sawaal zyada lagte the,
Unki pabandiyan samajh nahi aati thi…
Phir umr ne samjhaya—
Woh daant nahi thi,
fikr ka ek sakht lehja tha.
Jab woh saaya sar se uth jaata hai na,
Tab insaan ko pata chalta hai
Ke duniya ki dhoop
Kitni tez hai.
Bachpan mein
Ghar chhota bhi ho
To duniya bahut badi lagti thi.
Ek gali mein poora jahaan tha,
Ek dost mein poori mehfil,
Ek cycle mein azaadi,
Aur kuch sikko mein
Ameer hone ka ehsaas.
Maa bulaati rehti—
“Ghar aa jao, raat ho gayi…”
Aur hum kehte—
“Bas paanch minute!”
Aaj wahi insaan
Ghar jaldi pahunch jaata hai…
Magar darwaaze ke bahar
Woh awaaz nahi milti.
Tab ghar lautne ki jaldi nahi thi
Kyunki ghar mein sab the.
Aaj jaldi bhi ho
To kabhi kabhi dil poochhta hai—
“Woh ghar ab kahan hai?”
Kyunki ghar sirf
Eent, deewar aur chhat ka naam nahi hota…
Ghar woh hota hai
Jahan kisi ko aapke lautne ka
Intezaar hota hai.
Phir dost aaye…
Kuch school ke,
Kuch gali ke,
Kuch zindagi ke raaste mein mile.
Kasmein nahi khai thi
Ke umr bhar saath rahenge,
Phir bhi lagta tha
Ye log kabhi door nahi honge.
Kisi ke ghar bina bataye pahunch jaana,
Ek plate mein sabka kha lena,
Ek doosre ka mazaak udaana,
Phir ek doosre ke liye lad bhi jaana…
Na appointment chahiye thi,
Na invitation.
Dosti ko bas dost chahiye tha.
Phir zindagi badi hui…
Aur hum bhi.
Kisi ko naukri door le gayi,
Kisi ko shaadi,
Kisi ko bachchon ki zimmedari,
Kisi ko waqt ne badal diya,
Aur kisi ko halaat ne.
Jo roz milte the
Unse mahino baat nahi hoti,
Aur phir bhi kabhi achanak
Purani tasveer saamne aa jaaye
To chehre par muskaan aa jaati hai—
“Yaar… kya din the.”
Shayad dosti ki khoobsurti yahi hai…
Insaan door chala jaata hai,
Magar uske saath guzara hua waqt
Dil se visa lekar nahi jaata. ❤️
Phir zindagi ne
Zimmedariyaan deni shuru ki…
Pehle hum khud
Kisi ki zimmedari the,
Phir dheere-dheere
Poora ghar hamari zimmedari ban gaya.
Pehle maa-baap se poochhte the—
“Kitne paise hain?”
Aaj bachchon ko jawaab dete hain—
“Fikr mat karo, ho jaayega.”
Aur sirf hum jaante hain
Ke us “ho jaayega” ke peeche
Kitni fikr, kitne hisaab
Aur kitni adhuri neendein hoti hain.
Yahi zindagi hai…
Kal hum kisi ka bachpan the,
Aaj kisi ka sahara hain,
Aur kal…
Hum bhi kisi purani tasveer mein
Muskurate hue milenge.
Tab shayad koi
Tasveer par ungli rakh kar kahe—
“Ye dekho…
kitne khush lag rahe the.”
Use kya pata
Us muskurahat ke peeche
Kitni kahaniyaan thi.
Isliye ab dil kehta hai—
Zulfikar…
Har baat ko kal par mat chhod.
Maa-baap saath hain
To unke paas baith.
Dost yaad aaye
To phone kar.
Kisi se mohabbat hai
To keh de.
Kisi se narazgi hai
To mumkin ho to khatam kar.
Bachche paas baithe hon
To mobile thodi der rakh de.
Apnon ke saath
Tasveer bhi bana…
Magar tasveer banane se pehle
woh pal jee lena.
Kyunki ek din
Tasveer to reh jaayegi,
Magar tasveer mein khade log
shayad ek jagah na hon.
Bahut kama lena,
Bahut aage badh jaana,
Bade ghar bana lena…
Magar apne logon ke liye
Dil mein jagah zaroor rakhna.
Kyunki aakhir mein
Insaan ye yaad nahi karta
Ke uske bank mein kitne paise the…
Use yaad aata hai—
Maa ke haath ka khana,
Baap ka sar par haath,
Bhai-behen ki nok-jhok,
Doston ki hansi,
Bachchon ki shararat,
Aur woh chand log
Jinke saamne use
Kuch banne ki zaroorat nahi thi.
Waqt sab kuch badal dega…
Chehra,
Ghar,
Shehar,
Rishte,
Aadat…
Shayad hamari awaaz bhi.
Magar kuch lamhe
Dil ke andar aise bas jaate hain
Jahan waqt ka bhi zor nahi chalta.
Aur ek din
Jab zindagi ki shaam dhalne lagegi,
Tab shayad hum samjhenge—
Hum poori umr cheezein jama karte rahe,
jabki asal daulat
woh lamhe the
jo hum apnon ke saath jee aaye.
Isliye…
Zindagi ko sirf guzarna mat,
Use mehsoos karna.
Apnon ko sirf apna kehna mat,
Unke saath waqt guzarna.
Aur jab koi apna saamne baitha ho
To uski qadar kar lena…
Kyunki waqt ki sabse buri aadat ye hai—
Woh pehle lamha cheenta hai,
phir wahi lamha
yaad bana kar umr bhar ke liye
dil mein rakh deta hai.
Aur shayad zindagi ka
Sabse khoobsurat sach bhi yahi hai—
**Ek din hum sab chale jaayenge…
magar agar humne kisi ke dil ko mohabbat se chhua hai,
to hum poori tarah kabhi nahi jaayenge.**
Hum kisi ki dua mein,
kisi ki muskurahat mein,
kisi purani tasveer mein,
aur kisi ki aankhon se girte
ek khamosh aansu mein…
thode se zinda rahenge. ❤️🌹
