💬 Quote:
“Kuch log humari zindagi me bas yaadon ke liye aate hain… aur kuch dard ke saath reh jaate hain.”

Arz kiya hai…

Aur kya karu main is bebasi ke haal me,
Dil ko sambhaalta hu par toot jaata har sawaal me.

Raat ki tanhai har pal mujhe pukaar leti hai,
Main yaadon ke jangal me kho jaata dhamaal me.

Muskurata hu to chehra bhi dard suna deta,
Rota hu to dil aur gehra doob jaata malaal me.

Neend bhi rooth kar mujhse door bhaag jaati,
Bas dhadkanon ka shor reh jaata dil ke jalaal me.

Aansu ko takiya bana kar hi raat dhal jaati,
Har dafa khud se hi haar jaata hu kamaal me.

Uska zikr aaye to saansen bhi ruk jaati hain,
Phir bhi rakhta hu usey dil ke andar bawaal me.

Ya Rab…
Qalb ko sakoon de de is be-chain layali me,
Meri dua bhi adhuri, meri saansen bhi be-haal me.

Habibi ka zikr aaye to rooh bhi laraz jaati,
Main toot kar bhi uski yaadon ko rakhta wisaal me.

Har shaam ek naya zakham mere saath baithta,
Har raat ghul jaata hu tanhai ke mehmal wisaal me.

Kabhi chand se poochta hu kaisa lagega yeh fasana,
Wo bhi chup rehta, gum-sum is andheri misaal me.

Dil ka dard bhi ajeeb… chup kar jalta rehta,
Main musafir hoon apni hi khamosh misal me.

Agar mohabbat imtihan thi to saza mil chuki,
Ab roz khud ko hi sambhalta hu is halaal me.

Aur kya karu main…
Bas roshta hu, bikhar jaata hu, phir sambhalta hu,
Aur har raat dard ko gale lagakar so jaata hu—
Iss be-reham zindagi ke phisal-te mauqaam me.

Arz kiya hai…

Baaz auqaat hamara milna logon ne kiya nahi pasand,
Isliye akele rehkar apna keemti waqt khushi se guzaar dete hain.

Jo samajh na sake hamari khamoshi ka matlab,
Unhe hum apni mehfil se aahista aahista nikaal dete hain.

Har kisi ko zaroori nahi samjha humne apni zindagi me,
Kuch rishton ko waqt ke saath khud hi dhal jaane dete hain.

Na shikwa kiya, na shor machaya kabhi,
Bas apni tanhaayi ko apna humraaz bana lete hain.

Jinhe pasand na aayi hamari saadgi aur sachchai,
Unhe hum door se hi muskurakar salaam dete hain.

Kabhi mehfilon me hum bhi roshni hua karte the,
Aaj andheron me bhi apna ek alag hi jahaan basa lete hain.

Logon ke badalte chehre dekh kar seekh liya humne,
Ab hum apni qeemat ko khud hi pehchaan lete hain.

Na har baat ka jawab dena zaroori samjha humne,
Kabhi khamoshi se bhi logon ko unka aaina dikha dete hain.

Jo saath the kal tak, aaj ajnabi ban baithe hain,
Hum bhi unhe yaadon me rakh kar aage badh jaate hain.

Zulfi kehte hain, har tanha rehna majboori nahi hoti,
Kabhi kabhi insaan apni izzat bachane ke liye bhi faasle bana leta hai.

Ab mehfil ki zarurat nahi padti humein,
Hum apni hi soch, apni hi duniya me sukoon dhoond lete hain.

Dil ko samjha liya hai humne waqt ke saath chalna,
Aur har dard ko chup-chaap muskurahat me badal dete hain.

Jo samajh jaye is khamoshi ka raaz, woh apna lagta hai,
Baaki sab ko hum bas door se hi pehchaan lete hain.

Aur aakhir me bas itna hi kehte hain:
Hum badle nahi hain, bas samajh gaye hain,
Isliye ab logon se zyada, khud ke saath waqt guzaar lete hain.

Arz kiya hai…

Kayi mahino se tanha rehta hoon is makaan me,
Ab ye ghar kaatne ko dauta hai, har kona yaad dilaata hai.

Mumkeen ho to mera hisaab karde ai zindagi,
Kisika saath paane ka dil karta hai, magar raaste andheron me gum ho jaate hain.

Kisika intezaar taweel, tar-taweel ho gaya,
Har ghadi sirf umeed aur dard ka paimana badhata hai.

Ab maut ke agosh me jaane ka dil karta hai,
Jahan tanhaayi bhi ek sukoon, aur intezaar bhi ek roshni ban jaaye.

Usko pata nahi kitna pyaar karta hoon ussey,
Har lafz chhupaya, har ahsaas bas dil me dabaya.

Ab had se guzar jaane ka dil karta hai,
Har lamha ek saza, har pal ek sabak—aur phir bhi mohabbat ka junoon saath hai.

Tanhaai ke is safar me, har deewar meri dosti hai,
Har khamoshi meri shayari, har saaya mera saathi hai.

Zulfi kehte hain, pyaar bhi aksar tanhaayi ke saaye me gehra lagta hai,
Aur jo dil ka bojh bardasht kar sake, usse hi asli sukoon milta hai.

Ghar ka har kona, ab yaadon ka saaz ban gaya,
Jahan har kamra, har shayari, har lamha… bas ek hi dard ka paigham sunata hai.

Ai zindagi, agar mumkeen ho, to mera hisaab kar de,
Har pal ki tanhaayi, har intezaar, aur har mohabbat ka junoon.

Aur shayad phir, maut bhi ek mehmaan lagti hai,
Jo insaan ko apni asli rooh se milata hai, aur dard ko sukoon me badal deta hai.

Arz Kiya hai…

Mumkeen ho to mera bhi khayal rakhna,
Log khanda badal dete, apne gireh kirdaar ke hisaab se.

Har shakhs apni surat me do rang basaata hai,
Zarurat ke samne asli rooh chhupata hai, khud se door rahta hai.

Apni khataen chhupata hai, doosron ko tukde tukde karta hai,
Aur khud ki khamoshi ko haqeeqat ka parcha samajhta hai.

Jitna dikhata hai mohabbat, utna hi chhupata hai dard,
Aur jab fayda na ho, to log sab kuch badal dete apne hisaab se.

Har ungli dusron par uthti hai, teen ungliyan khud ki taraf,
Ye insani fitrat ka paigham hai—apni rooh se door rehna aasaan lagta hai.

Zulfi kehte hain, insaan aksar aaina tod deta hai,
Sirf is liye ke asli surat samne na aaye, aur khud ko raaz rakhe.

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Wo shakhs jo dosron ko nicha dikhata hai,
Khud ki asli surat se kabhi nahi milta.
Har mask pehne, har lafz ka hisaab lagaye,
Aur apni khud ki galtiyon se bhaag jaata hai.

Jab mooh uthata hai, toh bolta hai sirf sach,
Par us sach ke peeche bhi chhupa ek aur sach hota hai,
Jise samajhne ki himmat aksar kisi me nahi hoti.

Har faisla ek paheli, har muskurahat ek raaz,
Aur har ilzaam bas apni khud ki zimmedari se bhaag ka nateeja hai.

Teen ungliyon ka khel aur gireh kirdaar ka saaya,
Insaan ko aksar sach ke samne akela chhod dete hain.

Mumkeen ho to mera bhi khayal rakhna,
Par duniya me aksar har shakhs apne faisle aur gireh kirdaar ke hisaab se chalta hai.

Aur jo samajh jaye is safar ko, wo paata hai ek sukoon,
Ke khud se sach ka rishta hi insaan ko asal insaniyat ka raasta dikhata hai.

Arz kiya hai..,

Lab nahi sambhalte, zabaan nahi rukti,
Dil nahi pisajhta kisiko ilzaam dene ke liye.

Insaan bhool jaata hai… ek ungli dusro par uthata hai,
Aur teen ungli khud ki taraf hoti hai, sharm na hone ke liye.

Har nuks ko sirf doosron me ginate hai,
Apne kamzori aur khataon ka bojh kabhi nahi uthaate hai.

Duniya ke aaine me apni shakl saaf dikhata hai,
Magar dil ke andheron ka pata na poochho, wo hamesha chhupata hai.

Har ilzaam jaise talwar ki dhaar,
Dusron ko kaat kar apna dard bhool jaata hai insaan.

Jitna bolta hai, utna chhupata hai sach,
Aur jitna dikhata hai apna sachcha chehra, utna hi jhoot me ghul jaata hai.

Teen ungliyon ka khel bas shuruaat hai…
Ek ungli dusron ko, teen ungliyan khud ko – yeh fitrat ka paigham hai.

Wo shakhs jo dusron ko nicha dikhata hai,
Khud ki asli surat se kabhi nahi milta—andar ka bojh mehsoos nahi karta.

Zulfi kehte hain, insaan ka safar ajeeb hai,
Khud se bhaag kar, doosron ko maaf aur doshi banata hai.

Aksar insaan apne aaine se darte hai,
Aur dikhata hai bas wo jo samajhta hai ki duniya dekhna chahti hai.

Har ilzaam ek paigham hai uske andar ke andheron ka,
Aur har ungli ek reminder hai—apne aap se sach ka samna zaroori hai.

Jab wo apni hi teen ungliyon ki taraf dekhta hai,
Tab jaata hai samajh… ke haqeeqat ka bojh usi ke kandhe par hai.

Aur tabhi Zulfi kehte hain:
“Insaan ko jab khud se sach ka hisaab lena aata hai,
Tabhi wo dusron ko ilzaam dene se pehle sochta hai.”

Ye ungliyan, ye ilzaam, ye shikayat—sab ek hi kahani hai,
Khud se door bhaagte hue, sach ke saath jeene ki kami ka paigham hai.

Aur jo samajh jaye is safar ko, wo paata hai ek sukoon,
Ke sirf apni teen ungliyon ko dekh kar, insaan apni asli rooh ko jaan sakta hai.

Arz kiya hai

Mujhe muhabbat ke naam par aazmaya gaya,
Jitna dil saaf rakha, utna hi sataya gaya.

Main ne khud ko har dafa sachchai me utaara,
Phir bhi jhoot ke saaye me hi dikhaya gaya.

Jise apni duaon me rakha tha raaton bhar,
Ussi ke haath ka zehar roz pilaya gaya.

Main muskuraya bhi to rota hua sa lagta tha,
Dil ke zakhmon ko chehre se chupaya gaya.

Main ne dard ko bhi adab se sambhal kar rakha,
Magar har mod pe usi ka nishaan dikhaya gaya.

Sadiyon tak na bhool sakein log mere jazbaat,
Itni gehrai se main apne gham bataya gaya.

Usne kaha, “Tu majboor hoga, toot jaayega kabhi,”
Par main to zulm utha kar bhi muskuraya gaya.

Yehi meri kismat ka likha hua fasana tha,
Ke har dafa pyaar mein main hi aazmaya gaya.

Aur log kehte hain ke dil saaf rakhna ibadat hai,
Lekin mujhe to ibadat ka badla bhi dukh se chukaya gaya.

Takhallus:
Zulfi ke alfaz un dard ki dastaan hain,
Jahan har zakhm ko sher bana kar sunaya gaya.

Arz kiya hai…

Quote:
“Baap ki mohabbat shor nahi karti,
magar uski duaon se hi ghar ki duniya roshan rehti hai.”

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Mai kam bolta hu magar mohabbat bohot karta hu,
Apni khwahishon ko khamoshi me dafna deta hu.
Jo sapne kabhi meri aankhon me the,
Aaj unhe kisi aur ki aankhon me saja deta hu.

Din bhar ki thakan bhi halka ho jaati hai,
Jab ghar me masoom si hansi sunayi deti hai.
Zindagi ki saari pareshaniyan bhool jaata hu,
Jab chhoti si khushi meri taraf daud kar aati hai.

Mai apni zarooraton ko chhota kar leta hu,
Taake unki khwahishon ko jagah mil sake.
Mera sukoon bas itna sa hai ae zindagi,
Ke unki raahon ko thoda asaan mil sake.

Kabhi kabhi raat ki tanhai me sochta hu,
Kya meri mehnat ka rang bhi nazar aayega.
Jo dua maine khamoshi me maangi hai rab se,
Kya woh phool bankar kabhi muskuraayega.

Na shohrat ki tamanna hai, na naam ki khwahish,
Na mehfilon me taaliyon ki zaroorat hai mujhe.
Bas itni si dua hai mere parwardigaar se,
Jinke liye jeeta hu unki hifazat de mujhe.

Kabhi aansu bhi aankhon tak aa jaate hain,
Magar mai unhe hansi me chhupa leta hu.
Taake meri fikr ka saaya bhi na pade un par,
Mai har gham ko khud hi utha leta hu.

Aur aakhir me Zulfi ne bas itna kaha,
Ke baap ki mohabbat ajeeb kahani hoti hai.
Khud thak kar bhi rukta nahi kabhi,
Kyuki uski manzil uski aulaad ki khushi hoti hai.

Aakhri sher (mehfil wala):

Jab kabhi zindagi tumhe kamyabi ki bulandi par le jaye,
To pal bhar ko apne peeche mud kar dekhna zaroor.
Wahan khamoshi se khada ek saaya milega tumhe,
Wohi hoga…
“Zulfi” jiska sab kuch tum par hi qurbaan zaroor. 🌙🌹

Arz kiya hai…

Quote:
“Jo insaan apne dard ko khamoshi se jeeta hai,
aksar uski zindagi hi sabse gehri shayari ban jaati hai.”

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Zindagi ne bohot imtihaan liye mujhse,
Magar har dard ko muskurakar jhela hai maine.
Raaste badalte rahe har mod par mere,
Magar hauslon ka diya kabhi na bujhne diya maine.

Kabhi waqt ne tanha kar diya mehfilon me,
Kabhi apne hi ajnabi nazar aane lage.
Jin par kabhi dil ko fakhr hua karta tha,
Wahi log dheere dheere paraye nazar aane lage.

Mai aksar khamoshi se guzar jaata hu duniya se,
Jaise hawa ka halka sa jhonka hota hai.
Koi rok nahi paata, koi samajh nahi paata,
Bas waqt ka safar hi mera saathi hota hai.

Na shikwa kisi se, na gila kisi se,
Ye zindagi ka dastoor samajh liya maine.
Jo mila usse bhi muskurakar qubool kiya,
Jo kho gaya usse bhi sabr se rukhsat kiya maine.

Kabhi kabhi raat ki tanhai me dil kehta hai,
Kya meri kahani bhi kabhi samjhi jayegi.
Aaj jo khamoshi meri pehchaan bani hai,
Kal shayad meri dastaan kahi jayegi.

Magar is safar me ek roshni bhi saath rahi,
Jo har andhere me ujala ban kar aayi.
Jab thak kar rukne laga tha dil mera,
To masoom si muskurahat ne himmat dilayi.

Wahi chhoti chhoti duaon jaisi roshniyaan,
Meri zindagi ka sukoon ban gayi kahin.
Jinke liye har thakan bhi asaan lagti hai,
Wahi meri duniya ka junoon ban gayi kahin.

Aur aakhir me Zulfi ne bas itna likha,
Ke meri kahani bhi ajeeb fasana hai.
Mai mehfilon ka hissa chahe na ban saka,
Magar tanha chalna hi mera zamana hai.

Aakhri sher:

Kal jab meri zindagi ka zikr hoga kahin,
To log thoda thehar kar sochenge zaroor.
Tanha safar me bhi muskurata raha jo umr bhar,
“Zulfi”… us jaisa sabr wala milta nahi har door. 🌙🌹