“Meri khamiyan ginane walon ki mehfil mein jab aaina rakh diya,
-Zulfikar Inamdar
baat meri kam hui… aur chehre unke zyada nazar aane lage.”
Khamiyo Ki Mehfil:
Arz kiya hai…
Chilla-chilla kar bata rahe the meri khamiyan mehfil mein,
Jo log behre the, unhein bhi sunaayi dene laga…
Main khamosh khada tha apne hi zikr ke darmiyaan,
Aur har shakhs khud ko mujhse behtar bataane laga…
Kisi ne meri nakaami ka qissa suna diya,
Kisi ne mere guzre hue kal ko utha diya,
Jinhein khabar tak na thi meri tanha raaton ki,
Woh bhi mere aansuon ka sabab samjhaane laga…
Maine socha, chalo aaj khamosh hi rehte hain,
Dekhte hain ye log aur kitna kehte hain,
Meri khamoshi ko meri kamzori samajh baithe,
Har chhota shakhs bhi khud ko bada bataane laga…
Phir zikr jab unki khamiyon ka chala,
Har chehre ka rang dheere-dheere badalne laga,
Jo meri ek bhool par hans rahe the zor se,
Apna hisaab aaya to har koi nazrein churaane laga…
Aaina meri taraf tha,
magar chehra har kisi ka dikhayi dene laga…
Kamaal ki mehfil thi, kamaal ke log the,
Zubaan par sach ke daave, dil mein kitne rog the,
Mere daag ginne mein jinhein poori raat kam lagi,
Apna daaman dekha to savera hone laga…
Meri thokaron ka mazaak udaane wale bhool gaye,
Main gira zaroor tha, magar chalna nahi bhoola,
Woh seedhe raaston par chal kar bhi manzil na paa sake,
Main zakhmi paon lekar bhi aage badhne laga…
Maine maana mujh mein khamiyan bahut hain,
Main koi farishta nahi, ek insaan hoon,
Kabhi galat, kabhi sahi, kabhi toota hua,
Magar kam se kam apni haqeeqat se waaqif insaan hoon…
Mujhe giraane ke liye mere qisse mat sunao,
Mere guzre hue kal ka tamasha mat banao,
Jis aag ko tum meri barbaadi samajh rahe ho,
Main usi aag mein jal kar aur nikharne laga…
Jinhein meri haar dekh kar sukoon milta tha,
Unhein meri khamoshi bhi chubhne lagi,
Main jawaab dena chhod kar waqt par chhod aaya sab,
Aur waqt dheere-dheere meri taraf se bolne laga…
Ab na kisi ki mehfil se darr lagta hai,
Na kisi ke lafzon se dil bikharne laga,
Bahut dekh liye maine chehre wafadari ke parde mein,
Ab chehra dekhte hi kirdaar samajh aane laga…
Meri burai karte raho, shayad tumhara dil halka ho jaaye,
Meri khamiyan ginte raho, shayad waqt tumhara kat jaaye,
Main apni galtiyon se seekh kar aage nikal jaaunga,
Tum mera zikr karte rehna…
shayad isi bahaane tumhara naam bhi liya jaaye…
Aur aakhir mein jab mehfil khaali hui,
Wahi aaina deewar par chup-chaap reh gaya,
Maine poocha—
“Bata, sabse zyada khami kis mein thi?”
Aaina muskura kar bol pada—
“Khamiyan to har shakhs mein thi, Zulfikar,
farq bas itna tha…
tum apni dekh rahe the,
aur woh saari umr doosron ki dekhte reh gaye.”
