“Tasveeron ka sabse bada dard ye nahi ke wo bolti nahi…
Balki ye hai ke wo hamesha wahi rehti hain,
Aur insaan badal jaate hain…”

– Zulfikar Inamdar

Tasveeron Me Qaid Mohabbat

Arz kiya hai ke…

Kabhi-kabhi main tumhari tasveer se yun baat karta hoon,
Jaise tum sach me mere saamne baithi ho…
Jaise tumhari aankhon me abhi bhi wohi baatein basi ho
Jo kabhi mere naam hua karti thi.

Raat ke us hisse me jab neend bhi saath chhod deti hai,
Aur khamoshi apni awaaz uthane lagti hai,
Main dheere se phone uthata hoon…
Aur tumhari tasveer khol leta hoon.

Us pal lagta hai ke duniya ruk gayi…
Bas tum ho… aur meri saansein.

Main tasveer ko dekh kar muskuraane ki koshish karta hoon,
Magar pata nahi kab aankhon me nami utar aati hai…
Aur phir ek-ek karke aansu girte rehte hain,
Jaise har boond me tumhari kami likhi ho.

Kabhi tasveer ko itna kareeb le aata hoon
Ke jaise tumhe mehsoos kar sakun…
Jaise tumhari saanson ki garmi abhi bhi mere haath tak pohanch jaaye.

Magar phir yaad aata hai…
Ke tasveer sirf tasveer hoti hai.
Usme awaaz nahi hoti…
Usme wapas aane ka wada nahi hota…

Bas ek khamosh sa dhoka hota hai,
Jo har raat mujhe tumse milata bhi hai…
Aur phir dobara tanha chhod deta hai.

Kabhi lagta hai ke tasveer bhi roti hogi,
Mere aansuon ke neeche dab kar…
Par woh kuch keh nahi paati,
Bilkul tumhari tarah—
Jo sab samajh kar bhi kabhi kuch keh na saki.

Aur sach kahun…
Ab to aadat si ho gayi hai,
Tumhe mehsoos karne ki bina
Tumse baat karne ki bina tumhari awaaz ke…

Jab tumhari yaad hadd se zyada dard dene lagti hai na…
To main tumhari tasveer dekh leta hoon.
Kyuki us ek pal ke liye hi sahi—
Mujhe lagta hai ke tum abhi bhi meri ho…
Aur main abhi bhi tumhara hoon.

“Aansu girte nahi… balki toot kar girte hain.
Aur har girta hua aansu
insaan ko thoda thoda mar deta hai.”

– Zulfikar Inamdar

“Tanhayi”:

Arz kiya hai ke…

Log kehte hai tera apna kaun hai…
Aur mere aansu har dafa ek hi naam lete hain—
Tanhayi… meri purani, sabse wafadaar saheli.

Kabhi socha bhi nahi tha
ke ek din mai apne hi dil ke kone me
itna toot kar baith jaunga
ke zindagi ka sabse bada sahaara
sirf khamoshi aur tanhayi reh jayegi.

Din bhar duniya ki bheed me
mai muskurata rehta hoon…
log samajhte hai, “Zulfi strong hai.”
Kaash unhe pata hota
ke muskurahat to sirf ek patti hai,
andar ke zakhm ko chhupane ki.

Raat hoti hai
toh kamre ki hawa bhi bhaari lagti hai—
jaise koi purani yaad
mere seene pe baith kar keh rahi ho,
“Abhi mai puri nahi hui…
abhi mere aansu baqi hain.”

Mai apni hi saanson me ulajh kar
poochhta hoon khuda se,
“Yeh sab itna dardnaak kyun hai?”
Aur jawab me sirf ek lambe sannate ki aawaaz aati hai…
jo kahin dil ke andar jaake toot jaati hai.

Log kehte hai waqt sab bhar deta hai…
par mujhe lagta hai waqt hi sab bigaadta hai.
Waqt hi tha
jo kisi ko mujhse chheen kar le gaya,
waqt hi tha
jo mujhe khali haathon, khali dil aur
bhari aankhon ke saath chhod gaya.

Kabhi raat ko aisa hota hai
ke mai apne hi haath ki lakeeron ko dekhta rehta hoon—
sochta hoon,
“Jise pakad kar rakhna tha
wo mere haath me kab se phisal gaya?”

Tanhayi bade pyaar se
meri paas aa kar baith jaati hai…
karti kuch nahi,
sirf mere aansu ponchti bhi nahi,
sirf dekhte rehti hai—
jaise keh rahi ho,
“Tu gir ja, mai yahin hoon.”

Mai kabhi kabhi dil ko samjhata hoon,
“Bas kuch der aur sab theek ho jayega…”
par dil ka jawab hamesha ek jaisa hota hai—
“Kaun theek karega?
Jo gaya, wo hi dawa tha.”

Kayi raaton me
takiya mere aansuon se gheela ho kar
mujhse poochta hai,
“Is baar kiski yaad ne rulaya?”
Aur mai chup ho jata hoon…
kyunki kuch yaadein naam nahi leti,
sirf dil me taar phaad deti hain.

Kabhi kabhi aisa lagta hai
ke mera dil ab bhi kisi ke liye dhadakta hai—
magar jis ke liye dhadakta hai…
wo kab ka doob kar meri zindagi se nikal chuka hai.

Dard ka ek bura aisa sach hai Zulfi —
wo doob kar nahi chillaata,
wo khamosi me ghut kar marne lagta hai,
aur phir aadmi jeeta hua bhi laash jaisa lagne lagta hai.

Sab kuch badal jaata hai—
awaaz, andaaz, nazar, raat ka lamha…
bas ek cheez nahi badalti:
tanhayi ka saaya.
Wo har jagah saath hota hai—
bed ke kone me,
andar ke khauf me,
aur aankhon ki laali me.

Aur sach kehun toh…
insaan sabse zyada akela tab hota hai
jab usse koi bhi samajhne wala nahi milta.
Jis din dil ko lagta hai
ke duniya me uski jagah nahi rahi—
wo din hi asli maut hoti hai…
baaki toh sirf saansein chalti rehti hain.

Mai kabhi kabhi apne hi aap ko pakad kar
ro leta hoon…
jaise apne hi se keh raha hoon:
“Bas ab nahi hota…
itna dard nahi hota…”

Par kya karein…
dard bhi bewafa nahi hota—
ribon ki tarah bandha rehta hai,
aur har raat thoda aur kas leta hai.

Tanhayi phir mere paas aati hai,
meri aankhon me jhaank kar kehti hai,
“Tu thak gaya…
lekin mai nahi jaaungi.
Sab chale jayenge,
mai nahi.”

Aur mai haar maan kar
use gale laga leta hoon—
kyunki sach yehi hai Zulfi…
Insaan ka sabse sachcha apna
sirf tanhayi hi hoti hai.

“Jo dard dil ki gehraai me doob kar jeeta ho…
Uski khamoshi bhi cheekhti hui lagti hai.”

– Zulfikar Inamdar

✨ “Jab Dil Ne Bolna Chhod Diya…” ✨

Arz kiya hai… ke…

Apne hi khamosh uljhano ke daldal me dheere dheere doobta hua mai,
Aur log ab bhi seedhi si baat pooch lete hain—
“Tu baat kyun nahi karta?”
Kaash koi ye bhi pooch leta
Ke itne saalon se mai bolna
Kis se chah raha hoon…
Aur sunna kaun tha?

Dil ke kone me kuchh zakhm
Aise chhupkar baithe hain
Jaise purani tasveer ke peeche
Likhe hue woh raaz
Jo kisi ko dikhaye nahi jaate.
Unhe chhedne ka matlab
Apne aap ko phir se todna hota hai…
Aur sab kuchh bikharta hua dekhna
Har kisi ki bas ki baat nahi.

Raaton ko jab saari duniya so jaati hai,
Tab meri khamoshi jaag jaati hai.
Aankhon ke neeche andhera badhta rehata hai,
Aur dil ke andar ek awaaz kehti hai—
“Bol de… halka ho jaayega…”
Par dusri awaaz darr ke saath fusfusati hai—
“Nahin… koi samjhega nahi.”

Bas isi ladaai me saari zindagi guzar gayi:
Dil bolna chahta raha,
Aql chup rehne ko kehti rahi,
Aur duniya…
Woh be-asar be-khabar si
Sirf yeh sochti rahi
Ke mai badal gaya hoon.

Kisi ko kya pata,
Mai badla nahi…
Mai bas thak gaya hoon.
Lafzon ko uthana thak gaya,
Dilon ke bojh ko sambhalna thak gaya,
Aur un logon se samjhana thak gaya
Jinhe samajhne se zyada
Faisla sunana aasaan lagta hai.

Kabhi kabhi to lagta hai
Ke dil ke andar ek pura shehar basa hai—
Tanhaai ki galiyan,
Yaadon ki imaratein,
Afsoos ka traffic,
Aur registan jaisi khamoshi…
Jahan chalne wala sirf mai hoon.
Aur rukne ke liye
Koi saaya bhi nahi.

Jab kisi ne poochha hi nahi,
To mai bataun kis se?
Kis tarah samjhau
Ke kuchh dard lafzon ke laayak hi nahi hote…
Unka wazan sirf dil hi utha sakta hai.
Aur mera dil…
Ye bechaara dil,
Kitni baar toot kar bhi
Sambhalne ka natak karta raha.

Mai baat is liye nahi karta…
Ke zindagi ne mujhe chup rehna
Seekha diya.
Kabhi kisi ke jaane par,
Kabhi kisi ke badalne par…
Aur kabhi kisi ke bewajah
Door chale jaane par.

Sach to ye hai ke…
Khamoshi mera gunah nahi,
Mera zinda rehne ka tareeqa ban gayi hai.

“Dard jab aadat ban jaaye, to insaan duniya ko theek hi lagta hai.”

– Zulfikar Inamdar

Mere Khamoshi Ka Aks:

Arz Kiya hai… ke…

Takleef to bohot hai mere zindagi mein,
Magar kisise koyi gila nahi…
Logon ne jo diya, so diya…
Par dil ne kabhi unhe kosna seekha hi nahi…

Main aaj bhi sabke liye wahi insaan hoon,
Jo muskurata hua unki baat sun le,
Unke dard baant le…
Par jab mere andheri raaton ki baat aaye,
To koi mere liye waqt nikaal nahi pata…

Sabko lagta hai main mazboot hoon,
Par koi ye nahi samajh paata ke
Mazboot log hi sabse zyada toot-te hain…
Bas awaaz nahi karte,
Kyuki awaaz kare to log samajhte hain shikayat hai…
Aur main shikayat wala insaan kabhi tha hi nahi…

Raaton ko jab sab sokar khud me simat jaate hain,
Tab main apne dil ke saare door khol kar
Andar jaa kar dekhta hoon…
Har ek kone me kuch purani cheekhen,
Kuch adhoori khushiyan,
Aur kuch thakan si jama hoti rehti hai…

Kabhi kabhi sochta hoon,
Kya mujhe kisi ka sahara lena chahiye?
Kya kabhi main bhi koyi baat dil ki bol doon?
Phir yaad aata hai —
Log sunte waqt to gehri baat ki tareef karte hain,
Par samajhne ke waqt sab khamosh ho jaate hain…

Koyi bina kahe khamoshi samajh le meri,
Aaj tak mujhe aisa koyi mila nahi…
Sab meri aankhon ke upar ki muskurahat dekh kar
Kehta hai, “Zulfi, tu to hamesha strong rehta hai.”
Par koi ye nahi dekhta,
Ke aankhon ke neeche jo halka sa bojh hai,
Wo raat raat bhar girte aansuon ka hisaab hai…

Main aksar sochta hoon,
Kaash zindagi ek baar to galti se bhi
Koyi aisa insaan bhej deti,
Jo mujhe pooch leta,
“Tu theek to hai na? Jhoot mat bol.”
Aur phir meri khamoshi ko
Jawab samajh leta…

Par kismet ne mujhe mujhse hi chipka diya,
Aur duniya ne apne apne raste…
Maine sabke liye jagah rakhi,
Par kisi ne mere dil me rehna chaha hi nahi…

Main aaj bhi akele bistar par,
Aankhen chhat par tikaye sochta hoon —
Aakhir kab band hoga ye silsila
Khud ko samjhaane ka,
Khud ko sulaane ka,
Khud ko sambhalne ka…

Lekin phir bhi…
Dil ke kisi kone me ek chhoti si roshni abhi bhi jali hui hai,
Ke shayad ek din koi aayega…
Jo mere dard ka bojh nahi,
Meri khamoshi ka matlab samajh lega…

Par abhi tak…
Abhi tak…
Aisa koi mila nahi.

“Khamoshi wo raaz hai jo lafzon se zyada saccha hota hai…
Aur dard wo mehmaan hai jo hamesha bina awaaz ke aa kar sabak de jaata hai.”

– Zulfikar Inamdar

🌑 Ankahi Baaton Ka Saaya 🌑

Arz kiya hai… ke…

Sochta hu ke kuch kisise kahu…
Aur phir sochta hu, nahi kaha wo hi accha hua…
Ajeeb si baat hai,
Insaan jab zindagi se thak jaata hai,
Toh uske lafz kam ho jaate hain,
Aur saanse zyada.

Raat ke sukoon me jab sab so jaate hain,
Tab lagta hai ke shayad khuda bhi mere dil ki dhadkan sun raha hoga.
Par uski khamoshi me ek ajeeb si baat hai—
Woh jawab nahi deta,
Magar kisi tarah samjha deta hai
Ke kuch baatein zubaan ke liye nahi hoti…
Woh rooh ke liye hoti hain.

Main bhi jab kisi ko kehna chahta hu,
Toh pehle khudi se poochta hu—
“Zulfikar… kya saamne wala teri tanhaayi ka bojh utaar payega?”
Aur jawab har dafa ek hi hota hai:
“Nahi.”

Log sirf wo dard samajhte hain
Jo unhe ya unke apne logon ne diya ho.
Tumhara dard…?
Woh unke kaam ka nahi hota.
Aadmi apni hi chot par fikr karta hai.
Dusre ke zakhmon ka darr toh bas ek formal si aadat hoti hai.

Isliye jo baat main kisi ko batana chahta tha,
Main ne ussey andar hi daba diya.
Dil me, rooh me, saanson ke beech me.
Woh baat ab kisi se kam nahi,
Ek ibadat jaisi ho gayi hai.

Kabhi kabhi lagta hai —
Agar woh baat kisi ko keh deta,
Toh shayad main halka pad jaata…
Par phir sochta hu —
Halke log halki baatein samajhte hain,
Wazan wala dard sirf wazan wale log hi utha sakte hain.

Aur duniya me wazan wale log kam hote hain,
Isliye maine khud ko hi apna humdard bana liya.

Ab meri baatein khuda ke paas chali jaati hain,
Aur khuda ki khamoshi mere paas waapas aa jaati hai.
Dono ke beech ek ajeeb sa silsila ban gaya hai—
Main dard bhejta hu,
Woh sukoon nahi bhejta,
Par himmat bhej deta hai.

Jo baat main kisi se nahi keh paaya,
Woh ab meri rooh ki sabse gehri kahani ban chuki hai.
Aur kahaniyan jab rooh me bas jaati hain,
Toh unhe kehne ki zarurat nahi padti…
Woh insaan ki aankhon me dikh jaati hain.

Aakhir me sirf ek baat samajh aayi:
Jo nahi kaha, usne mujhe tod kar bhi mazboot banaya…
Aur jo keh deta, woh shayad mujhe tod kar chhod deta.

“Kabhi kabhi kisi ki yaad itni gehri ho jaati hai,
ke rooh awaaz deti rehti hai…
par samne wala kabhi sun hi nahi pata.”

– Zulfikar Inamdar

🌙 “Rooh Ki Aawaaz”

Usey kya khabar ke mai khwaab hu,
Wo jo ghum hai mere sapno ki haqiqat me…
Mai chup sa rehta hu, lekin meri khamoshi ke neeche
Uska naam roz hilta rehta hai mere dard ki satah par.

Raat jab bhi bechaini ka haath pakadti hai,
Koi rooh ke andar se awaaz deti hai—
“Tu ab bhi usi ka hai… chaahe duniya ko kabhi na pata chale.”
Aur mai ruk jaata hu, jaise waqt ne kadmon ko pakad liya ho.

Meri palkein bojhal, meri saansein halki,
Par mere andar ek gehri si pukaar—
Jo har raat ke andhere me
Mujhe us tak le jaane ki zid karti rehti hai.

Kai baar lagta hai, Zulfi,
Main jeeta hi uski awaazon ka bojh uthakar hu—
Wo awaaz jo kabhi uski thi,
Aur ab sirf meri rooh ka daag ban kar reh gayi hai.

Kisi se kya kahu?
Woh toh be-khabar hi raha mere girte sambhalte jazbaat se,
Usko kya maloom mera har intezaar
Kaise meri rooh ki seedhiyon se utarta chadhta raha…

Kayi khwaab toot gaye…
Par uski yaad ki ek kiran ab bhi
Raaton ke sannate me chamakti hai—
Jaise koi bikhra hua sitara mujhe pukaar raha ho.

Mai kabhi usse azaad nahi hua,
Aur na hi kabhi poori tarah bandha raha…
Bas ek ajeeb si lakeer hai hum dono ke darmiyan,
Jo na mit-ti hai,
Na poori tarah dikh paati hai.

Kabhi lagta hai ke uski yaad hi meri zindagi ka asal ghar hai—
Jahan mai laut kar rota hu,
Muskurata hu,
Aur fir chup ho jaata hu…
Jaise saal bhar ki thakawat ek hi naam me sama gayi ho.

Usey kya khabar ke mai khwaab hu…
Wo toh kabka bas gaya hai meri saanson, meri riwayaton,
Meri tanha dard bhari raaton me—
Ek aisi aawaaz ki tarah
Jo na poori tarah jinda hoti hai,
Na kabhi marne deti hai mujhe.

“Kuch chehre dil se nahi utarte… chahe saari duniya unhe bhool jaaye.”

– Zulfikar Inamdar

Jab Usne Milkar Kaha…

Arz Kiya Hai…

Jab usne milkar kaha, “Bas Zulfi… bhool gaye?”
Ye lafz sunte hi andar ke saare sahare toot gaye…
Mere haath-pair ek dum se sann sa ho gaye…
Jaise saari umeedein beech raste hi thokar kha kar gir gaye…

Dil ne ek hi pal me poori ek zindagi dobara jee li…
Uski awaaz ne woh sab raatein, woh sab waqt yaad kara diya
Jahan main uske bina bhi uske saath zinda rehne ki
Be-imaan si koshish karta tha…
Aur har subah uski yaadon ka karz utaarne ki dua karta tha…

Woh saamne khadi thi, par jaise dooriyon ka
Ek azaab mere aur uske beech gir gaya ho…
Main kehna chahta tha ke
“Bhoolna hota to roz khud ko sambhalna na padta,
Roz teri tasweer se baat karna na padta…”
Par alfaaz zubaan tak aaye…
Aur phir meri khamoshi se hi haar gaye…

Uski aankhon me thodi si shikayat thi,
Par mere andar to poora toofan barpa tha…
Main kaise batata ke mohabbat koi daftar ka kaam nahi
Ke waqt ke baad band ho jaaye…
Ye to us dhadkan ki tarah hoti hai
Jo ruk bhi jaaye… par naam tera hi leti hai.

Kaash woh jaan pati ke
Hum jaise log kisi ko nahi bhoolte…
Hum sirf dard chhupa kar
Uska naam aur gehra likh lete hain…
Aisa likh lete hain ke
Bhagwan bhi poochhe to hum keh dein—
“Isko mita kar kya hasil hoga?”

Aur jab woh ye keh kar mud gayi
Ke “bhool gaye”…
Tab meri ruh ne andar hi andar jawab diya—
“Kaash tumhe pata hota ke main abhi tak
Tumhari aakhri nazar me hi atka hua hoon…”

Raat ko ghar aakar main phir wahi purane kaagaz
Aur uske bheje hue alfaz dekh kar socha…
Insaan bhoolta us waqt hai
Jab uske dil me koi rehne wala na ho…
Aur main toh ab bhi har dua me
Uska naam sabse aage rakhta hoon…
Chahe woh wapas aaye ya na aaye,
Magar uski yaadon ne mujhe
Zinda rakhne ka hunar sikha diya hai…

Aakhir me sirf ek baat samajh aayi—
Mohabbat jise dil se karte hain…
Usko bhoolna aadmi ki aukaat me hi nahi hota.

“Mohabbat kabhi chhodne ka naam nahi…
Par kabhi kabhi insaan ki majboori, aur beparwahi
Uske dil ko chhodne pe majboor kar deti hai.”

– Zulfikar Inamdar

Chorna Na Padhe…

Arz kiya hai… ke

Mai chahta nahi hu tujhe chhorna, magar…
Itna bhi mat sataa, ke tujhe chhorna pade…
Har lamha, har pal, teri yaadon ki barish me bheegta hoon,
Par tu yun hi door, jaise khud meri mohabbat se anjaan…

Tu kehti hai samajh mujhe,
Par khud kabhi mere dil ka bojh mehsoos kiya?
Tu kehti hai waqt de…
Par mere waqt ke zakhmon ko kabhi toh nazar andaz na kiya…
Main to har pal tera saath maangta raha,
Par tu ne har pal mujhe tanha chhod diya…

Kabhi kabhi sochta hoon,
Shayad tu samajh hi nahi sakti
Ke insaan ka dil kitna toot sakta hai
Jab pyaar waisa na ho, jaise shuru me tha…

Raat ke andhere me, teri kami itni gehri mehsoos hoti hai,
Ke khuda se bhi shikayat karne ka mann hota hai…
Phir yaad aata hai,
Khuda mohabbat deta hai, aur insaan ki majboori se
Dard ka bojh barhata hai…

Tere roothne ki chhoti si ada,
Mere din raat ke jazbaat ko jala deti hai…
Har lamha, har pal, main apne aap se ladta hoon
Ke tu wapas aayegi ya nahi…
Par ye ladayi kabhi khatam nahi hoti…

Main chahta hoon tu wapas aise aaye
Jaise barish ke baad mitti me mehak aati hai,
Jaise purani dosti me phir se ehsaas laut aata hai…
Par agar tu aisa nahi kar sakti,
To phir mujhe bhi apne aap se poochna padega:
Kya main sirf mohabbat ke bojh ko uthata rahun?

Kabhi kabhi lagta hai,
Mohabbat me sabse bada dard ye nahi hota
Ki koi chhod jaaye,
Sabse bada dard tab lagta hai
Jab koi saath ho… par waisa na ho
Jaise hona chahiye tha…

Mai chahta nahi hu tujhe chhorna, magar…
Agar tune yunhi door rehna rakha,
To shayad ek din majboori me
Mujhe khud ko hi chhorna pade…
Insaan mohabbat ke liye marte hain,
Beparwahi ke liye nahi…

Aur phir bhi, main har pal tere khayalon me jeeta hoon,
Har muskaan me basa hoon,
Har aansu me tera chehra dekhta hoon…
Par tu, bhai, ab bhi yun hi door…
Aur mera dil… ab bhi tere liye dhadak raha hai…
Chahe tu wapas aaye ya na aaye…
Chahe tu samjhe ya na samjhe…
Mera pyaar… hamesha tera rahega… ❤️

“Logon ne mujhe galat tab bola… jab maine unke jhooth se zyada apni sacchai pe yaqeen rakha.”

– Zulfikar Inamdar

Main Hi Galat Tha…

Arz kiya hai… ke…

Har waqt lagta hai ke main hi galat tha,
jaise meri har saans kisi gunaah ka pata deti ho,
jaise meri sacchai ka bojh
meri hi peeth todne ke liye likha gaya ho.

Logon ki woh khokhli muskurahat—
jo zara sa jhuki nahi hoti,
zara sa pighalti nahi hoti—
wo mujhe har roz yeh yaqeeni dilaati rahi
ke problem main hoon…
magar aaj tak kisi ne yeh nahi socha
ke shayad main bas zara sa zyada insaan hoon.

Kabhi kabhi to main khud ko hi poochta hoon,
“Tu itna toot kar bhi sambhal kaise leta hai?”
Aur dil ke andar se awaaz aati hai:
“Aadmi tab tak toot nahi sakta
jab tak uske aansu ki jagah dil me hi zinda ho.”

Raat ki sanata bhari hawa me,
jab log mehfooz neend so rahe hote hain,
main akela apni saanson ka hisaab rakhta hoon—
kaunsi saans me dard tha,
kaunsi me uski yaad,
kaunsi me duniya ka thok diya hua ilzam.

Aur tab yaad aati hai woh,
jise dekh kar laga tha
ke shayad meri zindagi me bhi roshni ka ek hissa utrega.
Par roshni kya aayi—
meri saari zindagi ko chand lamhon ki roshni ne
doobti raat bana diya.

Uska jaana kisi wafadar saathi ka chhute jaane jaisa nahi tha,
wo to jaise kisi ne meri rooh ko aadha khel kar tod diya ho.
Aaj bhi jab uski tasveer aankhon me aati hai,
dil ke andar se awaaz nikalti hai:
“Agar main galat tha…
to itna dard sahi kyun lagta hai?”

Log kehte hain waqt sab theek kar deta hai—
magar waqt ne to mujhe bas sikha diya
ke kuch zakhm bharne ke liye nahi,
sirf jeene ke liye hote hain.

Aur haan…
logon ke lafz, unki nigaahein,
unke be-lafz faislay—
yeh sab mujhe har baar yeh batate rahe
ke main unke hisaab se galat hoon.
Par unka hisaab bhi kya tha?
Bas ek dikhawa, ek adaa, ek jhooth,
jo unke chehre ko sundar
aur dil ko be-jaan banaye rakhta tha.

Jo main maanta hoon,
uski sachchai duniya nahi uthaa paati.
Aur jo duniya chahti hai,
wo main apne zameer par jhel nahi paata.

Isliye aaj main khud se ek e’tiraf karta hoon—
Agar mere hisaab se dekhoge,
to main bilkul galat nahi tha…
Par agar duniya ki nazron se dekhoge,
to haan bhai,
main hi sabse zyada galat tha.

Kyuki
main ne imandari se mohabbat ki,
wafa se saath diya,
sacchai se jeeya,
aur dil se toot gaya.

Aur iss duniya me
sachcha insaan hi sabse zyada galat maana jaata hai.

“Dard ye nahi ke log mujhe galat samajhte hain…
dard ye hai ke shayad main unke liye
zara sahi tha hi nahi.”