“Jo log khushbu ban kar yaad rah jaate hain…
woh kabhi wapas nahi aate,
bas insaan ki poori zindagi ko mehka kar chhod jaate hain.”

– Zulfikar Inamdar

Khushbu Jo Qismat Ban Jaaye:

Arz kiya hai… ke…

Najaane kis khushbu se tarashe gaye ho tum,
Lagta hai Rab ki khamosh duaon se bane ho tum…

Phoolon ki mehak bhi sharma jaati hai tum par,
Kisi adhoori tamanna ka silsila ho tum…

Tumhari tasveer ko dekhu to waqt theher jaata hai,
Jaise bejaan lamhon mein rooh bhar gaye ho tum…

Log kehte hain tasveer sirf surat dikhati hai,
Magar mujhe har dafa khushbu suna gaye ho tum…

Yeh kaisa ehsaas hai jo samajh nahi aata,
Door reh kar bhi dil ke kareeb aa gaye ho tum…

Main hawaon mein tumhe mehsoos karta hoon har raat,
Jaise meri tanhaaiyon ka jawab ban gaye ho tum…

Kabhi lagta hai yeh mehak tumhari apni nahi,
Meri hi chahat ko lautakar sata gaye ho tum…

Aur kabhi dil darr se bhar uthta hai achanak,
Jaise meri zindagi ka imtihaan ban gaye ho tum…

Agar tasveer se hi itni mehak aati hai tumhari,
To saamne aa kar kaunsi qayamat dhaa gaye ho tum…

Shayad us lamhe meri saansein ruk si jaayengi,
Ya meri rooh ko hamesha ke liye chhoo gaye ho tum…

Kabhi kabhi tanha baith kar yeh sochta hoon,
Ke shayad meri qismat mein likhe hi nahi ho tum…

Aur agar likhe bhi gaye ho kahin taqdeer mein,
To itni der se ke main khud se hi kho chuka hoon…

Na main raha hoon pehle jaisa, na meri duniya waisi,
Bas ek khushbu hai jo aaj bhi mujhe jeene nahi deti…

Tum mile bhi nahi… aur kho bhi gaye ho tum,
Main zinda bhi hoon… aur mar bhi gaya hoon tum mein…

“Sabse gehra dard tab hota hai… jab tum jaan jaate ho ke jiske liye tum toot rahe the, wo tumhe dekh kar bhi kuch mehsoos nahi karta.”

– Zulfikar Inamdar 

“Jaha Mohabbat Bhi Haar Jaati Hai:”

Arz kiya hai ke…

Mai nahi chahta ke wo mere bulane se aaye…
Kyuki mohabbat agar awaaz maange,
To phir usme kuch bhi pavitra nahi bachta.

Main chahta tha ke wo khud mehsoos kare—
Meri kami, meri khamoshi,
Aur meri saansein jo uske naam par ruk ruk kar chalti thi…

Lekin ek waqt ke baad samajh aa gaya…
Ke mohabbat ek tarfa ho to ibadat ban jaati hai,
Par saamne wale ke liye sirf ek background noise reh jaati hai.

Main toot gaya…
Par ajeeb baat ye hai ke
Tootna dard nahi deta,
Dard tab deta hai jab pata chale
Ke saamne wale ko fark hi nahi pada.

Dil ne ek kadwi baat samjhi:
Mohabbat kabhi insaan ko nahi chhodti…
Insaan mohabbat ko chhod dete hain
Jab unhe koi aur aasani mil jaati hai.

Aaj main use nahi bulaata…
Kyuki zindagi ne ek kaala sach samjhaya—

Kuch log tumhara dard dekh kar nahi jaate…
Wo isliye jaate hain
Kyuki unhe tumhare hone se hi thakaan hoti hai.

Aaj main intezaar bhi nahi karta…
Kyuki intezaar ka sabse andhera pehlu ye hai
Ke tum har din khud ko samjhate rehte ho
Ke “shayad wo aayegi”…
Jab ke dil ke kisi kone me
Tum jaante ho ke wo kabhi aane wali nahi.

Philosophy kehti hai—
Haqeeqat ko kabhi roohani rang me mat dekho;
Waqt batata hai
Ke mohabbat ek ehsaas nahi…
Ek dhoka bhi ban sakti hai
Jab tum usse galat insaan par barbaad kar do.

Aaj mujhe ye tak yaqeen nahi
Ke wo kabhi mujhe milegi ya nahi…
Par ek baat ka yaqeen ho gaya hai—

Kuch judaiyaan qismat nahi deti…
Insaan khud likh kar chale jaata hai,
Chup chaap, bina mud kar dekhe,
Jaise tum kabhi uske the hi nahi.

Aur sabse sakht baat?
Mohabbat ka jawab har baar mohabbat nahi hota.
Kabhi kabhi jawab
Ek thandi si khamoshi hoti hai—
Jo saaf keh deti hai:
“Tum galat jagah dil rakh kar baithe the.”

“Zakhm ne mujhe toda nahi…
balki mujhe woh bana diya
jisey duniya kabhi gira nahi sakti.”

– Zulfikar Inamdar

Woh Zakhm Jo Sabse Zyada Sikhate Hain:

Arz kiya hai…ke…

“Jo dard chup kar seh liya jaye… wohi insaan ko sabse zyada badal deta hai.”

⸻

Kabhi socha hai…
Zakhm kitne ajeeb hote hain…
Jitna dikhte kum hain, utna andar se insaan ko cheer kar rakh dete hain.
Aur sabse gehra zakhm woh hota hai
jo kisi aur ne nahi,
khud insaan ne apne upar lagaaya hota hai…
apni khamosh galtiyon, apni raaton ki bechainiyon,
aur apni sochi na jaane wali baaton se.

Log samajhte hain takleef dusron ne di…
Lekin asli zindagi tab samajh aati hai
jab aadmi ek raat khud se ladte ladte thak jaata hai,
aur usay ehsaas hota hai ke
uske gham ka aadha bojh duniya ka nahi—
uski apni chupi hui sachchai ka hota hai.

Rehan ke alfaazon me ek baat hoti hai:
“Dard tabhi dard banta hai jab woh bolta nahi,
sirf chubhta rehta hai.”
Aur woh chubhne wale pal hi aadmi ko sabse zyada sikha dete hain.

Koi rone ko dekh kar samajh nahi paata,
ke aansu wajah se nahi behte…
jab wajah samajh aati hai tab dil toot chuka hota hai.
Aur jab dil toot jaata hai na bhai…
insaan pehle jaisa reh hi nahi sakta.

Us waqt zakhm saza nahi lagte…
woh ek dard bhare ustaad ban jaate hain—
jo insaan ko woh seekh de dete hain
jise duniya ka koi kitaab, koi nasihat nahi de sakti.

Aur sabse ajeeb baat?
Woh zakhm jo sabse zyada rulaye the,
aakhir me wohi insaan ko sabse zyada sambhal dete hain.
Wohhi usay samajh dete hain…
ke kaun saath tha, kaun thaam kar chhoda,
aur kaun bina bole dil me reh gaya.

Zakhm jab bante hain tab takleef dete hain…
par jab bharte hain na—
to insaan ki aankhon ko gehraai,
uske lafzon ko wazan,
aur uske dil ko insaaniyat de jaate hain.

Aur ek pal aata zaroor hai…
jis din aadmi piche mur kar kehta hai:
“Shukar hai ke woh zakhm mile…
warna main aaj jo hoon…
kabhi ban hi nahi paata.”

“Jo mohabbat dua ban jaye… wo kabhi adhoori nahi hoti.”

– Zulfikar Inamdar

“Wo Jo Duaon Mein Hai…”

Arz kiya hai…

Mujhe nahi maloom wo mujhse door kyu hai…
Mujhe nahi maloom wo mujhse pareshan kyu hai…
Khafa hai, majboor hai, ya thak chuki hai…
Mujhe kuch bhi nahi maloom…

Bas itna jaanta hoon…
Ke meri har saans me uska hi zikr hai,
Meri har dhadkan me uska hi naam hai,
Wo meri zindagi hai… meri har khushi ka sabab hai.

Kabhi kabhi lagta hai…
Kya meri mohabbat kam pad gayi thi?
Ya meri khamoshiyon ne use dukh pohchaya?
Ya phir naseeb ne hi use mujhse door kar diya…
Par dil ke inn sawalon ka koi jawab mere paas nahi…

Jo mere paas hai, wo sirf ek cheez hai—
Uske liye uthti hui meri dua.
Chahe wo paas ho ya door,
Mera dil uske liye hi dhadakta rahega,
Meri har raat uski yaadon me sulagti rahegi…

Ya Rab…
Agar wo pareshan hai, to uski har pareshani ko sukoon me badal de.
Agar wo bimar hai, to apni rehmat se usko shifa ata farma.
Agar wo karz me dubi hai, to uski adaigi ke raaste asaan kar.
Agar wo kisi bhi takleef me hai,
To uski har takleef ko apni rehmat me lapet le…

Aur agar wo andar se toot rahi hai,
To uski rooh ko phir se jodh de,
Uske dil ko phir se roshan kar.

Kabhi kabhi lagta hai…
Meri duaon ne shayad use chhoo liya hoga,
Isiliye wo thodi kam pareshan hogi.
Shayad uski muskurahat me kahin mera zikr chhupa hota hoga,
Jaise meri fariyaad hawaon ke zariye us tak pohch jaati ho…

Main use paana nahi chahta ab…
Bas itna chahta hoon ke wo hamesha khush rahe,
Chahe meri kami uske paas mehsoos ho ya na ho…
Par tu, ya Rab, usko itna khush rakh
Ke uski duniya me kabhi andhera na aaye.

Aur agar kabhi meri yaad uske dil me aaye…
To uski aankhon me aansu na ho,
Bas ek halka sa muskurana ho—
Ke kabhi koi tha… jo use beinteha chahta tha.

Ya Allah…
Meri zindagi ko bhi khush rakh,
Par uski zindagi ko tu hamesha aasaan rakh…
Kyuki mere liye mohabbat ka matlab milna nahi—
Balke uske liye roz dua karte rehna hi mohabbat ka asal roop hai…

“Kuch intezaar zindagi se lamba hota hai… aur kuch mohabbat maut ke baad bhi khatam nahi hoti.”

– Zulfikar Inamdar

🌙 “Aakhri Deed Ka Intezaar” 🌙

Arz Kiya hai… ke..

Tere husn ka deedar ho jaye… to kya bura hai…
Meri aankhon ne toh kabka duniya se parda kar liya hai,
Ab bas teri ek jhalak hi meri roshni ka aakhri zariya hai…

Yahaan rishte chhorh, farishto ka aane ka waqt ho chuka hai…
Kyuki jo dil kabhi teri ek muskurahat pe jeeta tha,
Aaj wahi dil apni hi dhadkano ka janaza utha raha hai…

Maine mohabbat ko kabhi lafzon mein samjha hi nahi,
Maine toh tujhe sajdon mein maanga tha…
Aur sajde kabhi aadhe nahi hote,
Ya toh qubool ho jaate hain… ya rooh se utar jaate hain…

Par meri dua na qubool hui…
Na hi tu meri rooh se utar saki…
Bas ek adhoora sa wajood ban gaya hoon main—
Jo zinda bhi hai… aur khatam bhi…

Har raat jab tanhaayi apni chaadar odh leti hai,
Main apni saanson ko dheere dheere rukte mehsoos karta hoon…
Jaise zindagi khud mujhe keh rahi ho:
“Ab chhod de… ab tera intezaar bhi thak chuka hai…”

Bhai, ab toh sach lagta hai…
Ke farishte darwaze pe khade hain,
Aur pooch rahe hain:
“Is dil ko le chalein… ya ab bhi kisi ka intezaar baaki hai?”

Aur main… sirf itna kehta hoon—
“Agar uska deedar ho jaye ek baar…
To phir le jaana… bina awaaz ke…”

Kyuki meri zindagi ka aakhri armaan bhi tu hi hai,
Aur meri maut ki aakhri dua bhi tu hi…

To bata…
Agar maut se pehle tera deedar ho jaye…
To kya bura hai…?

“Jab Rab deta hai, to be-hisaab deta hai — aur jab aazmata hai, to intekhaab bhi wohi karta hai.”
“Tere sabr ka waqt lamba tha… isliye tera ajar bhi bada hoga.”

– Zulfikar Inamdar

“Sabr Ke Baad Ka Sitara:”

Arz kiya hai…

Raat ka parda gir gaya, chand bhi aadha sa udaas tha,
Hawa me thandak thi, magar meri rooh me aag sa baaqi tha.
Sajde me jhuka hua tha, par lagta tha Rab se nahi…
Apne toot chuke dil se hi guftagu baaqi tha.

Poochhta raha — “Yaa Rab, mere naseeb me kab khatam honge yeh dard?”
Har subah ek naya toofan, har shaam ek naya zakham ban kar aata tha.
Pareshaniyaan itni ke do haath kam pad jaayein,
Aansu itne ke raat ka daaman bhi bheeg jaata tha.

Zindagi ke raste par chalte chalte maine dekha,
Khud se bhi kitni doori ka fasla hota gaya.
Sab par bharosa tha, par apne saaye ne bhi aaj,
Meri thakawat dekh kar mujhe chhod diya.

Dil ne ek din kah diya — “Bas ab aur nahi hota…”
Rooh ne dheere se jawab diya — “Toot ja, par faisla mat chhodna.”
Us raat sajde ki mitti me gire aansuon ne bata diya,
Tootna bhi ibadat hai, agar khamoshi me Rab tak pahunche.

Har saans ek bojh thi, har khwab ek fanah hota pal,
Magar phir ek lamha be-awaaz, be-rang, be-hawa aaya,
Jisme na kuch badla… na raat, na chand, na mehfil,
Sirf dil ke andar ek halka sa noor utar aaya.

Jaise koi keh raha ho — “Ae bande… ab ruk ja,
Rula rula ke tu mere paas aaya hai,
Dard tere imtihaan the, magar unka anjaam rehmat hogi.
Tere kandhon se bojh ab main khud utar raha hoon,
Tera naseeb ka sitara ab ubhar raha hai.”

Us pal meri saansein tham si gayi…
Pehli baar laga ke dard halka ho raha hai,
Jaise Rab ne rooh par haath rakhkar keh diya ho —
“Ab tareeke badlenge, ab manzilein badlenge.”

Aur main samajh gaya…
Ke dard ka waqt likha tha,
Magar uska badalna bhi likh diya gaya tha.

“Main bura isliye nahi ke main ghalat hoon…
main bura isliye hoon,
kyunki main woh sach hoon
jise dekh kar har kamzor insaan apni nazar jhuka leta hai.”

– Zulfikar Inamdar

“Zikr-e-Kamzori:”

Arz kiya hai ke…

Kya ajeeb tamasha hai…
Ke har zubaan par mera hi tazkira hai,
magar har alfaaz mein shikayat ka rang hai.
Mujhe bura kehne walon ki kami nahi,
lekin unhi ki tanha raaton mein
meri si zindagi jeene ki hasrat bhi kam nahi…

Woh mujhe samajhne ki koshish nahi karte,
balke mujhe ghalat thehra kar
apne zameer ko tasalli dete hain.
Unhe lagta hai ke main be-lagaam hoon, be-parwah hoon,
magar asal mein main sirf woh hoon
jo unmein hone ki himmat nahi…

Mere alfaaz unke liye teer hain,
kyunki main sach ko saja kar nahi,
seedha bayaan karta hoon.
Aur sach… sach hai, sach hamesha khoobsurat nahi hota,
kabhi kabhi woh aaina hota hai
jo chehre nahi, niyyat dikha deta hai.

Woh meri hansi dekh kar mujhe halka samajhte hain,
magar unhe kya khabar —
yeh hansi kitne toofanon ke baad sambhli hai.
Woh meri khamoshi ko meri kamzori samajhte hain,
magar yeh khamoshi hi meri sabse badi quwwat hai…
kyunki har lafz keh dena himmat nahi hoti,
kuch sach chupana bhi ek adab hota hai.

Main unke liye ek paheli hoon,
ek aisa raaz jise woh suljha nahi paate…
aur jo samajh lein,
woh khud se nazar mila nahi paate.

Aur phir… woh mod aata hai jahan sab kuch badal jaata hai…

Main unka muqabla nahi…
main unka mayaar hoon.
Main unka dushman nahi…
main unki haqeeqat hoon.

Main woh zakhm hoon
jise woh mehsoos to karte hain,
magar qabool nahi karte.
Main woh awaaz hoon
jo unke andar roz goonjti hai,
magar woh usey sun’na nahi chahte.

Aur aaj… main apni zaat ka faisla khud sunata hoon:

“Main bura isliye nahi ke main ghalat hoon…
main bura isliye hoon,
kyunki main woh sach hoon
jise dekh kar har kamzor insaan apni nazar jhuka leta hai.”

“Tanha rehna itna mushkil nahi hota…
Jitna yeh samajhna ke koi tha hi nahi.”

“Dard ka sabse gehra roop woh hota hai…
Jahan aansu bhi saath chhod dete hain.”

“Insaan jab andar se toot jaata hai…
To phir uski khamoshi hi uski zubaan ban jaati hai.”

“Rab se doori nahi hoti…
Bas insaan apne dard mein itna kho jaata hai ke use Rab nazar nahi aata.”

– Zulfikar Inamdar

“Aakhri Sada:”

Arz kiya hai ke…

Ya Rab…
Thak gaya hoon akele rehkar is zindagi ke veeranon mein.
Na raaste apne lage,
Na manzil ne kabhi apna kaha.
Main chalta raha…
Magar har qadam par apni hi parchhaayi se haar gaya.

Kabhi socha tha
Ke zindagi ek haseen kitaab hogi,
Har safha mohabbat se bhara hoga…
Magar aaj har safha phata hua hai,
Har lafz dard mein bheega hua hai.

Ya Rab…
Meri khamoshi bhi ab cheekhne lagi hai.
Jo baat kabhi alfaaz tak nahi aati thi,
Aaj woh aansuon ban kar beh jaati hai.
Aur ajeeb baat yeh hai…
Ke ab aansuon mein bhi sukoon nahi milta.

Har subah uthta hoon
To lagta hai ek aur jung shuru ho gayi,
Aur har raat sota hoon
To mehsoos hota hai ke main phir haar gaya.
Na jeet ka ehsaas,
Na haar ka gham…
Bas ek be-hiss si zindagi
Jo bas chal rahi hai.

Ya Rab…
Kya main itna akela likha gaya hoon?
Kya meri taqdeer mein sirf intezaar hai?
Kya meri rooh ko kabhi sukoon naseeb nahi hoga?

Maut de de Ya Rab…
Agar yeh saansein sirf bojh ban chuki hain,
Agar yeh dil sirf dard ka ghar ban chuka hai,
To phir mujhe is bojh se azaad kar de.
Mujhe mitti ki god mein sula de,
Jahan na kisi ki yaad jalaaye,
Na kisi ki kami rulaaye.

Main jaanta hoon…
Qabar mein bhi akela hi rehna hai.
Magar woh tanhaayi jhooti nahi hogi,
Wahan koi waada tootega nahi,
Koi apna paraya ban kar dil nahi dukhayega.
Wahan sirf khamoshi hogi…
Aur teri rehmat ka intezaar.

Aur agar yeh zindagi abhi meri kismat ka hissa hai,
To phir Ya Rab…
Mujhe itni himmat de
Ke main is tanhaayi ko apna bana loon,
Is dard ko apni pehchaan bana loon,
Aur is safar ko teri raza samajh kar jee loon.

Par agar nahi…
To phir mujhe apne paas bula le,
Jahan main toot kar bhi mukammal ho jaaun,
Jahan main tanha hoke bhi tanha na rahun.

“Main duniya se nahi haar raha Ya Rab…
Main bas zindagi ke bojh se jhuk gaya hoon.”

Aur meri aakhri sada…
Meri aakhri guzarish…
Bas itni si hai:

“Jahan sabne mujhe chhod diya…
Wahan sirf tu mujhe qabool kar lena.”

“Mujhe kabhie akela na chorhna” “Teri Rehmat ka saaya rakhna”

“Kabhi kabhi mohabbat ka sabse gehra izhaar… alfaaz nahi, khamoshi hoti hai.”

– Zulfikar Inamdar

Mohabbat Jo Kabhi Keh Na Saki:

Arz kiya hai ke…

Mai kyu kahu usse ke mujhse baat karle…
Usay nahi pata, ke uske bagair mera dil nahi lagta…

Kabhi kabhi sochta hoon… shayad main hi zyada mehsoos kar leta hoon sab kuch,
Warna kisi ke na hone se itni khamoshi andar kaise utar jaati hai…

Uski ek aadat thi — bas ek “hello” keh dena…
Aur meri poori din ki thakan jaise halka ho jaana…
Lekin ab woh aadat bhi kisi purani kitaab ke safhe jaisi ho gayi hai…

Main har roz usi ek umeed par jeeta raha,
Ke shayad aaj woh yaad karega… shayad aaj woh pooch lega…

Par din guzarte gaye…
aur main har din khud ko thoda aur chup karta gaya…

Meri mohabbat shor nahi karti thi…
woh bas chup chup ke mujhe todti rahi…
jaise barish patthar ko ghis deti hai…

Kabhi kabhi main uske naam pe muskura deta tha,
aur kabhi usi naam pe raat bhar aankhein bheeg jaati thi…

Shayad pyaar ka sabse bada dard yehi hota hai…
ke tum kisi ko beinteha chaho… aur woh tumhari khamoshi tak na samajh sake…

Main usse kabhi keh hi nahi paaya ke…
“tum mere liye sirf insaan nahi, ek aadat ban chuke ho…”

Aur waqt…
mujhe us jagah le aaya jahan main ab kuch maangta nahi…
na baat… na jawab… na wapas aana…

Bas ek ajeeb si aadat reh gayi hai…
uske bina jeene ki nahi… uske bina chup rehne ki…

Ab main usse yeh bhi nahi kehta ke mujhse baat karle…
kyuki kabhi kabhi pyaar ka sabse bada saboot…
khamoshi se peeche hat jaana hota hai…

Aur main…
ab sirf us jagah se nikal raha hoon jahan main kabhi uska sab kuch hua karta tha…

Sirf main hoon… aur meri khamoshi…

Mai kyu kahu usse ke mujhse baat karle…
Jab ab main khud se bhi baat karna chhod raha hoon…
aur uski yaadon ke beech… dheere dheere… khud ko kho raha hoon…

“Kabhi kabhi mohabbat milne ke liye nahi hoti…
balki Allah tak pahunchne ka raasta hoti hai.” 🌙💔

– Zulfikar Inamdar

Khamoshi Mein Likhi Dua:

Arz kiya hai

Kabhi tumse keh nahi paya…
Shayad lafz mere paas the,
Par himmat mere dil ke paas kabhi nahi thi.
Har baar dil tum tak aata,
Magar honton tak aate-aate
Khamoshi ban jaata tha.

Aaj phir dil ne majboor kar diya…
Ke jo kabhi keh na saka,
Woh aaj keh doon.

Chahe tum chaho ya na chaho,
Samjho ya na samjho…
Meri mohabbat aaj bhi wahi hai—
Beinteha, be-awaaz, aur be-hisaab.

Din guzar jaate hain…
Magar raat tumhari yaadon se bhari hoti hai.
Har subah ek umeed ke saath uthta hoon,
Aur har raat us umeed ko chup chaap dafan kar deta hoon.

Tumhe shayad ehsaas bhi na ho,
Ke meri har muskurahat ke peeche
Ek adhoora sa dard chhupa hai…
Jo sirf tumhara naam leta hai.

Maine kabhi tumse kuch maanga nahi…
Na wapas pyaar, na koi haq…
Bas itna chaha ke kabhi tum mujhe mehsoos karo.
Magar shayad meri mohabbat
Tumhari duniya ke shor mein kho gayi.

Haan… ek tarfa hi sahi,
Par is ek tarfa ishq ne mujhe jeena bhi sikhaya,
Aur har din thoda thoda tootna bhi.

Kabhi kabhi sochta hoon…
Agar main ek din chup chaap chala jaaun,
Toh kya tumhe ek pal ke liye bhi meri kami mehsoos hogi?
Ya main sirf ek guzra hua khayal ban jaaunga…
Jise waqt bhi bhula de.

Raat ke andheron mein
Jab dard had se badh jaata hai,
Toh main sajde mein gir jaata hoon…
Aur kehta hoon—
“Ya Allah… agar yeh mohabbat meri aazmaish hai,
Toh mujhe ismein sabr bhi de,
Aur is dard mein sukoon bhi.”

Aur phir… Allah sambhal leta hai.
Kabhi aansuon ke zariye,
Kabhi ek ajeeb se sukoon ke saath.
Jaise woh keh raha ho—
“Main dekh raha hoon… aur kaafi hai.”

Shayad tum meri qismat nahi the,
Shayad tum meri dua ka imtihaan the…
Aur main us imtihaan mein har roz khud ko maanta raha.

Aur phir aata hai woh pal…
Jahan dil thak kar kehta hai—
“Ab intezaar uske liye nahi…
Ab sirf us Rab ke faisle ke liye hai.”

Us din sab kuch badal jaata hai…
Mohabbat khatam nahi hoti,
Bas Allah ki taraf mod le leti hai.
Tum se dil juda nahi hota,
Bas sajde se jud jaata hai.

Aur jis din meri aakhri saans rukegi…
Main apne Rab se sirf itna kahunga—
“Ya Allah… usse paana meri kismat mein na tha,
Par usse chahna meri bandagi zaroor thi.”

Aur phir sab khamosh ho jaayega…
Na intezaar rahega, na dard…
Bas ek ajeeb sa sukoon—
Jaise har aansu apni manzil tak pahunch gaya ho.