Kisi mujhse kaha, tum zara ek khoobsurat jhoot bol do, Aur maine halka sa muskura kar keh diya, haan… mai bilkul theek hoon, tum fikar mat karo.
Dil to andar bichha hua tha, tootay alfaazon ka ghar, Magar chehra tha bilkul saabit, jaise na guzra ho koi dard-e-safar.
Raat bhar neendon ki dukaan band, khwaab saare bay-mouqa, Har pal ek khamoshi ka zakham, jo khud hi lagta aur khud hi roka.
Tum ne pucha tha—“Dil me kya chhupa rakha hai?” Kaise bataata ke dard ke saath hi to ab saans chal rahi hai, aur tanhaayi ne mujhko hi apna rakha hai.
Ye jhoot bhi ajeeb hote hain—pal bhar ke musafir, Sach agar keh deta to shayad tum aur door ho jaate, issi liye jhoot bana mera humsafar.
Kabhi kabhie sochta hoon, kaash koi ho jo dil ke hisaab se pooche, Chehre ko na dekhe, sadkon pe bikri muskurahat ko na samjhe— andar ka toofan bilkul nanga ho ke pooche.
Mere alfaaz bhi ab thak gaye, sach chhupa chhupa ke, Har jhoot ek nayi patthar ki tarah girta hai, dil ke upar tapta hua dhaal ke.
Tum ne kaha tha “khud ko akela mat mehsoos karo”, Par yaadon ka imtehaan aisa— ek bhi pal akelapan ko jaane nahi deta, bilkul hi behroopiya sa lagta ho.
Dil ne phir kaha: “Zinda rehne ke liye kabhie ek khoobsurat jhoot zaroori hai…” Sach to dard badha deta, jhoot kam se kam saans lene ki ijazat deta— yeh baat bhi kitni majboori hai.
Isliye maine phir wahi jhoot bol diya— “Mai theek hoon…” Magar us waqt dil ke kone me ek aur sach mar gaya, chup-chaap, awaaz ke bina.
Aur tum sochti rahi hogi ke shayad mai waqai theek hoon, Par mera dard bhi meri tarah sharif nikla— kabhi kisi ko dikhne nahi diya, bas chup rehta hoon.
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✨ Maqta ✨
Mai bhi ajeeb aadmi hu, dard se dosti nibhaata hu, Jhoot bol kar bhi sach ke saath, roz ek naya imtihān uthhaata hu.
Bhulaa denge tumko, zara sabr to rakho, Rag-rag mein base ho, thoda waqt to lagega.
Dil ko samjhaane ki koshish kar rahe hain, Par dil bhi ajeeb hai… Jisne dard diya, wahi aaj tak usko tasalli deta jaa raha hai. Is uljhan ko suljhaane mein waqt lagega.
Tum gaye to laga sab khatm ho gaya, Par phir pata chala… Kuch cheezein khatm hoti hi nahi, Bas rooh ke kisi kone mein chup kar roti rehti hain. Un chup aansuon ko rokne mein waqt lagega.
Tanhai ka andhera bhi ab apna sa lagne laga hai, Jaise saalon se wohi ek dost ho Jo bina pooche saath baith jaaye. Us tanhai ko be-aasar karne mein waqt lagega.
Tumhari awaaz, tumhari khamoshi, Dono hi rooh mein kisi sur ki tarah gunjte hain. In gunjti hui saazishon ko mitaane mein waqt lagega.
Kabhi kabhi lagta hai tum bas ek yaad nahi, Ek imtihan ho… Jo dil aur rooh ko alag-alag kasauti pe parakh raha hai. Us imtihan ko samajhne mein waqt lagega.
Mohabbat ne humein tod bhi diya, jod bhi diya, Tod is qadar ke khud se rooth gaye… Aur jod is kadar ke Rab ki taraf palat gaye. Iss palatne ki safar mein waqt lagega.
Tumse alag hokar humne yeh bhi seekha ke Kuch rishton ka hisaab insaan nahi, waqt likhta hai… Aur waqt jab faisla karta hai To ehsaas ki saari zameene hil jaati hain. Un zameenon ko phir se jamaane mein waqt lagega.
Rooh ke andar ek khaali jagah ban gayi hai tumhaare baad, Jise hum bharna bhi chaahe to bhar nahi sakte… Bas us khaali jagah ko qabool karna seekh rahe hain. Qabooliyat ko samajhne mein waqt lagega.
Aur sach to yeh hai, Zulfikar bhai… Hum tumhe bhool bhi dein To bhi apni rooh ko kaise samjhaayenge Ke jisne dard diya, wahi kabhi dawa bhi tha… Iss sach ko dil se utaarne mein waqt lagega.
Isliye… Bhulaa toh denge tumko, kabhi na kabhi… Magar rooh se nikalne mein tumhe, Shayad poori zindagi lag jaaye.
Sher O Shayeri 