“Har muskaan ke peeche ek toofan chhupa hota hai,
Aur har chhupaye gaye aasu, ek kahani kehte hain.”

– Zulfikar Inamdar

Bardaasht Ke Saaye:

Arz kiya hai ke….

Koyi kya lagayega meri bardaasht ka andaaza,
Maine mar jaane jaisa waqt bhi jee kar guzara hai…
Jab saans bhi bojh ban jaaye, aur khamoshi cheekh ban jaaye,
Tab zindagi ko muskurake sambhalna,
Bas ek majboori nahi… ek ibadat sa lagta hai.

Mere dard ko log afsaana samajh lete hain,
Par sach yeh hai ke maine raaton ko ro kar,
Subah ko bilkul theek hone ka natak kiya hai.
Maine har toote hue pal ko,
Apne hi seene me daba kar zinda rakha hai.

Main gir bhi jaaun to kisi ko pata bhi na chale,
Aisi aadat ho gayi hai chup rehne ki…
Aur duniya ko lagta hai ke main hamesha theek hoon,
Kyuki main ne dard ko bhi adaao me pehna rakha hai…

Har muskaan ke peeche, ek kahani chhupi hai,
Jo shayad sirf khud hi samajh sakta hoon.
Mere jazbaat, mere khwab, aur mere aansoo,
Sab ek hi silsile me bandhe hain –
Ek aisi talash me jo kabhi poori na hui,
Aur ek aisi umeed jo har waqt tootne ko tayyar thi.

Main ne khud se ladte ladte,
Apni rooh ko itna majboot bana liya,
Ke har chhoti si toofan bhi,
Mujhe hilane ki himmat na kar sake.
Aur phir bhi, andar hi andar,
Har lamha ek chubhta hua saaya bana rehta hai,
Jo kabhi kisi ko dikhai nahi deta.

Koyi kya samajhega meri tanhaaiyon ka wazan,
Jab maine apni har khushi ko chhupaya hai,
Aur har gham ko gale se lagaya hai.
Main ne waqt ke saath har imtehaan sahe hain,
Aur har aasu, ek dastaan ban gaya hai,
Jo sirf khud se poochti hai: “Tu kab thakega?”
Par main ne kabhi haar nahi maani,
Bus muskuraya aur aage badhta raha…

Phir bhi raat ke andheron me,
Mujhe khud se hi baatein karni padti hain,
Woh baatein jo kabhi kisi se na keh sakta…
Har yaad, har chhota sa khwab,
Ek bhari hui kahani banke mere dil me bas gaya hai.

Jab sapne tut jaate hain aur umeeden giri hoti hain,
Tab bhi maine apne aap ko sambhala hai,
Aur khud se wada kiya hai ke main khud ko todne nahi dunga.
Har aansoo, har chhupaya gham,
Bas ek yaad ban gaya hai, ek shikayat ban gayi hai,
Aur phir bhi muskaan, ek mask ban gayi hai,
Jo duniya ke liye hai, par sirf main jaanta hoon…

Aur shayad yehi bardaasht hai,
Jo sirf zinda rehne ka sahara nahi,
Balki ek jazbaat hai, ek rooh ka imtehaan hai,
Jo har pal mere andar gunj raha hai,
Aur main, phir bhi, khud ko aage badhta paata hoon…

“Mohabbat ka asli rang tab dikhta hai
Jab doori ke bawajood, har dhadkan sirf ek hi naam ke liye dhadakti hai.”

– Zulfikar Inamdar

Kaash Woh Laut Aaye…
— ek bechaini, ek mohabbat jo kabhi kam nahi hoti

Arz kiya hai… ke…

Kaash woh laut aaye…
Aur aate hi meri taraf ruk kar dekhe
Jaise uski zindagi ka har adhoora lamha
Aaj meri aankhon me poora ho raha ho.

Kaash woh dheere se kahe,
“Tum hote kaun ho…
Jo meri doori ne
Mujhe itna tanha aur khaali kar diya?
Tumhare bina zindagi to chalti rahi…
Lekin main ruk gayi thi.”

Kaash woh apni saansein rok kar
Ek lamha ke liye sirf mujhe dekhe,
Jaise mere chehre me hi
Uska sukoon chhupa ho…
Jaise uske dard ka ilaaj bhi
Meri awaaz me hi ho.

Kaash woh aahista se bole,
“Main mazboot dikh rahi thi…
Lekin haqeeqat ye hai ke tumhare bina
Main poori tarah toot rahi thi.”

Kaash woh apni aankhon me jamay hue
Saare aansu gira kar kahe,
“Tumhe chhodna
Mera intekhab nahi tha…
Meri kamzori thi.”

Kaash woh raat ke khamoshi ko samjhaaye
Ke ab woh akeli nahi…
Woh wapas aa gayi hai
Wohin jahan uska dil
Sukoon dhundta tha.

Kaash woh apne haathon se mera haath pakad kar bole,
“Tumhare bina zindagi adhoori thi…
Ab main wapas aayi hoon,
Tumhare saath har lamha jeene ke liye.”

Kaash woh keh de,
“Tumhari yaad bhi ajeeb thi…
Raat bhar jagati,
Subah uth kar rulati,
Aur din bhar dheere se yaad dilaati
Ke tum sirf mere ho.”

Kaash woh laut aaye…
Aur mere seene par sir rakh kar kahe,
“Main thak gayi hoon…
Tumhara intezaar kar kar.
Ab mujhe meri asli jagah de do…
Jahan se main kabhi gir na sakoon.”

Kaash us lamhe
Zindagi ka har bojh halka ho jaye…
Har gila, har shikayat
Ghula kar poori mohabbat ban jaye.

Kaash woh laut aaye…
Aur uske aane se
Meri rukhi hui saansein
Phir se chal padhen…
Meri khamoshi phir se bol uthe…
Meri tanhaayi phir se roshni ban jaye.

Kaash woh mere saamne khadi ho kar
Bas itna kahe—
“Tum hote kaun ho…
Mujh se yun bichhadne wale?
Main tumhari hoon…
Aur tum hi mera naseeb ho.”

Kaash…
Sirf ek baar…
Bas ek baar ki wapsi.

Aur phir woh pal aaye
Jahan hum dono ke dil
Ek hi dhadkan me mil jaaye…
Aur zindagi ka har lamha
Sirf mohabbat aur sukoon se bhara ho…

Kaash woh wapas aaye…
Aur har raaz, har ehsaas,
Har aansu aur har muskan
Sirf hamari ho jaaye.

Kaash woh meri aankhon me aankhein daal kar kahe,
“Ab main tumse door nahi jaungi…
Ab tum mera ho…
Aur main sirf tumhari.”

Kaash…
Bas ek baar…
Ek aisi wapsi jisme
Har dard ghul jaaye,
Har tanhaayi mita jaaye,
Aur sirf mohabbat rahe.

“Mohabbat sirf paane ka naam nahi…
Mohabbat jeene, bardasht karne, rooh ko gehra karne, aur Khuda ki rehmat ko mehsoos karne ka naam hai.”

– Zulfikar Inamdar

Mitti ka Safar:

Arz kiya hai ke…

Na koyi saath tha mere,
Na koyi saath hai mere,
Woh muskaan jo dil ko choo jaati thi,
Aaj sirf yaadon me ghuli rehti hai…
Aur mai bas khamoshi me apna dil samajhta hu.

Mai tanha tha—
Jahan log bas rang bharte the,
Mai wahan sirf khamoshi ki kala dekh raha tha,
Aur har raat, har andhera
Mujhe sirf apne andar ka dard dikhaata tha.

Raaton me yaad aati thi…
Uski hasi, uski baatein,
Chhoti chhoti baton ki woh khushi,
Aur mai sochta, kyun sab kuch sirf yaadon me reh gaya?
Aur phir har yaad ek nayi aah ban jaati,
Jo rooh ke kone me chhup kar jalti rehti.

Mai tanha hu—
Par mohabbat ki woh aag
Ab sirf yaadon me nahi,
Har dhadkan me bas gayi hai,
Jo mujhe jeene ka sabab deti hai
Aur har dard ko roohani taqat me badal deti hai.

Aur phir mai sochta hu…
Har chhoti khushi jo maine paayi,
Har aansu jo behaye…
Woh sab ek raah ki taraf le jaate hain—
Jahan Khuda mujhe sikha raha hai
Ki mohabbat sirf paane ka naam nahi,
Uska asli rang bardasht, samajh, aur rooh ko gehra karna hai.

Meri ye zaat bhi mitti…
Meri auqat bhi mitti…
Aur is mitti me ab ek jazba hai,
Jo har yaad ko ek kahani,
Har dard ko ek shayari,
Aur har tanhaai ko ek raah banata hai.

Mai mitti tha…
Toh logon ne mujhe pairon se kuchala,
Aur mai chhup kar girta raha.
Par ab mai mitti hu,
Aur har girna ek nayi udaan ban gaya hai.

Mai mitti hu—
Har dhadkan, har yaad, har aah
Mujhe ek nayi himmat deti hai,
Ek nayi umeed, ek nayi roshni.

Aur mai mitti hi rahunga—
Par ye mitti ab mehsoos karti hai:
Jo dard diya, usne hi mohabbat ka rang aur gehra kiya,
Aur Khuda ka paighaam ye hai:
Dard ke andar bhi ek raah hai,
Aur mohabbat ke har kona me ek roshni ka intezaar hai.

Mohabbat bhi kya cheez hai…
Jo door ho kar bhi saath hai,
Jo judaa ho kar bhi rooh ke andar basta hai,
Aur jis dard me bhi hum chal rahe hain,
Woh dard hi hume Khuda ke kareeb le jaata hai.

Tanhaai bhi kya cheez hai…
Jab dil ko todti hai,
Mohabbat ka rang aur gehra kar deti hai,
Aur har yaad ek nayi seekh ban jaati hai:
Ke mai sirf mitti nahi,
Ek rooh bhi hu…
Jo ab mohabbat me aur gehri, aur aur gehri ho gayi hai.

Har raat ka andhera,
Har aansu ki dhar,
Har yaad ki chamak,
Aur har dard ka bojh…
Ab sirf ek cinematic safar hai,
Jahan mai tanha chal raha hu,
Par rooh me ek jazba, ek umeed,
Aur mohabbat ka roshan rang le kar chal raha hu.

“Zinda logon ko pyaar aur qadr de diya karo… Varna maut ke baad sirf afsos reh jaata hai.”

– Zulfikar Inamdar

Khamoshi Ke Baad:

Arz kiya hai

Maut ke baad hum samajh me tab hi aayenge,
Jab yaadon ki bheed me sirf ek parchhai ban jaayenge.
Zindagi bhar jo humne chup rehkar saha,
Wahi sab logon ke dilon par bojh banke utar jaayega.

Hum jo roz kisi ki muskurahat ki wajah bante rahe,
Wahi chehra ek din hamari kami me sookh sa jaayega.
Ek aisi khaali si jagah rahegi hawa me,
Jiska hisaab koi nahi de paayega.

Jo humare saamne humse rooth kar chalte rahe,
Wahi ek din hume manaane ke sapne me ro padenge.
Jo hume samajh bhi nahi paaye zindagi bhar,
Wahi lamhe ko thahar kar pachtaane lag jayenge.

Duniya ka nizam bada ajeeb hota hai bhai,
Zinda ho to koi qadr nahi karta,
Aur jab mar jao to har shakl me dard nazar aata hai.
Hum kiya-kuch nahi, bas ek lamha the,
Par maut ke baad woh lamha hi zindagi ki tafseer ban jaata hai.

Us waqt rona-dhona sirf ibtedaa hogi,
Asal deri tab hogi jab koi khud ko maaf na kar paaye.
Hum jis ke liye roz ek dua banke jeete rahe,
Wahi ek din hume yaad karke apni rooh se takraayega.

Aur hum?
Hum to ek hawa ki teh me chip kar, khamosi se itna kahenge,
“Pyar waqt se pehle de dete, to zindagi badal jaati…”

Zindagi bhar jin lamhon ko hum halka samajh kar guzar gaye,
Wohi lamhe maut ke baad sabak banke wapas aayenge.
Koi humari purani diary palat kar dekhega,
Aur har lafz me apne naam ki kami dhoondhega.

Ek tasveer kisi kone me dhool me lipti hogi,
Par dil us tasveer ko bankar rota rahega.
Koi humari aawaz ke ek purane message ko baar-baar sunega,
Par hum us message se bahar nahi aa paayenge.

Shaam ke waqt, jab hawa thodi naram hogi,
Kisi ko achanak mehsoos hoga ke hum paas se guzar gaye,
Par woh bas ek ehsaas hoga — hum nahi.

Mohabbat ka asli rang tab samne aayega,
Jab log apne gham ke bawajood hamare liye dua mangenge.
Par hum unki duayein suntay hue bhi wapas nahi lautenge.

Hum mitti ka ek safar ban jayenge,
Rooh ka ek azaad udaan ban jayenge,
Aur duniya ki har yaad ke darmiyan,
Ek khamosh sa kissa ban kar reh jaayenge.

Phir chahe duniya humari kami me kitna bhi pighal jaaye,
Hum… kabhi bhi… laut kar nahi aayenge.

“Ishq tab hi be-misaal hota hai, jab rooh se nikle… warna dil to har din kisi ko dhoond leta hai.”

– Zulfikar Inamdar

✨ “Muhabbat Ka Silsila…:” ✨

Arz kiya hai…

Jism to ek din waqt ki raahon me khamosh ho jana hai,
Usse sajaa-sawaar kar bhi mohabbat kya paana hai.
Agar rooh me ishq ka noor jaga ho,
To zahir ka jalwa dikhakar dil ko kyun thakaana hai.

Pyar ka husn chehron se zyada, aadaton me mehka karta hai,
Jo dil ko chhoo le, woh aksar lafzon se bhi zyada damak karta hai.
Khubsurati tab mukammal hoti hai jab dil be-panah saaf ho,
Warna chehre ki chamak to raat ke andheron me bhi kho jati hai.

Aise amal karo ke tumhari rooh se mehak uthti rahe,
Tum door ho jao, magar tumhari yaad ka ehsas dil me dhadakta rahe.
Agar pyaas mohabbat ki ho to itar kapdon me kya rakha,
Jis ka ehsaas saath ho, uski mehak har saans me chalti rahe.

Mohabbat ki asli baat ye nahi ke koi tumhe dekhe,
Asli baat ye hai ke koi tumhe dil me basaye…
Joh tumhare saath waqt me bhi rahe,
Aur judaai me bhi tumhari khushboo ko mehsoos kar paye.

Insaan ka sabse khoobsurat roop us waqt ubhar kar aata hai,
Jab woh kisi ke liye sacchi dua ban jata hai.
Ishq me rooh ki chamak hi sabse gehri hoti hai,
Aankhon ka noor to waqt ke saath dheere dheere utar jata hai.

Mohabbat wo rishta hai jo dikhawa maangta hi nahi,
Bas ek saaf dil chahta hai — jismein koi chhal nahi, koi farq nahi.
Agar dil ka saath saaf ho, to har doori bhi qareebiyat ban jati hai,
Aur agar niyat hi kamzor ho, to qareebi bhi tanhaai ban jati hai.

Zindagi me sabse gehra asar un logon ka hota hai,
Jo bina kuch kehkar bhi dil ki dehleez tak utar jate hain.
Unke lafz nahi — unka lehja yaad rehta hai,
Unka saath nahi — unka ehsas zinda rehta hai.

Aur bhai, agar rooh me pyar ki sargam ho,
To phir duniya ki tareefon ka kya kaam…
Jis ne tumhe dil se mehsoos kar liya,
Uske liye tum hamesha ek mukammal naam.

“Woh Jo Kabhi Na Mili… Par Dil Se Kabhi Gayi Bhi Nahi”
“Kuch log milte nahi… par rooh ki takdeer me likhe rehte hain”

– Zulfikar Inamdar

Woh Jo kabhie nahi Mili…:

Arz kiya hai…

Tadap, pagalpan, bechaini, intezaar… bata kya-kya hai,
Jitni baar dil ne chup rehkar saha hai, utni dafa rab se kiya woh raaz kya-kya hai.

Raat ki syaahi me doob kar dekho,
Wahan tere aansuon ka namak bhi milega, aur teri dhadkanon ka thaka hua saaz kya-kya hai.

Wo nahi aayi zindagi me teri… ab bata kya-kya hai,
Jo khwaab kabhi uske aane se roshan the, ab un khwaabon me tut ke girta andhera kya-kya hai.

Dil ke andar ek aawaaz roz uthti hai—
“Mat soch,” par sochne me hi ulajh jata hai banda, phir khud se hi haar kar chup rehne ka azaab kya-kya hai.

Kabhi uski ek muskurahat par duniya hansi si lagti thi,
Ab uske bina har khushi me bhi phoot padti udaasi kya-kya hai.

Pal do pal ka intezaar tha tere hisaab se,
Par waqt ne aaj saal banakar tujhe sikhaya ke sabr ka zehrila imtehaan kya-kya hai.

Tere aas-paas log to bahut hain,
Par teri tanhaayi ka gehra samandar sirf tujhe hi pata hai ke usme doobne ka gham kya-kya hai.

Uski yaad…
Na poori chhodti, na poori milti, bus dil me adhoori rehkar roz apna hi ghar jalati,
Yeh adhoori mohabbat ka sikka bhi do dharon wala hai—
Ek taraf umeed, dusri taraf barbaadi… bata is daud me tera nuksaan kya-kya hai.

Kabhi lagta tha wo aayegi to zindagi me roshni bhar jayegi,
Aaj lagta hai agar aajaye bhi to tere dil ke mausam badalne me der kya-kya hai.

Tu chal bhi padta hai, par har raaste me uska ek saaya khada hota hai,
Aisa saaya jo chhoo nahi sakta tu, par bhool bhi nahi sakta—
Is jazbe ka thama hua darr kya-kya hai.

Zindagi se pooch to sahi,
Usne tere saath kaisi kaisi kismat likhi hai—
Kabhi milan se pehle judaai, kabhi judaai ke baad bhi milne ka gumaan…
Yeh naseebon ke uljhe dhage, bata inme atki teri saanson ka wazan kya-kya hai.

Wo nahi aayi… aur shayad aaye bhi na,
Par tere dil me uska hukm ab bhi chal raha hai,
Teri rooh ke har kone me uski goonj ab bhi jal rahi hai—
Bata… ab is bewafa yaad ne tujhe thakakar rakh diya,
Tere andar ab bhi baki reh gaya dard kya-kya hai…

“Rabb imtehaan mushkil rakhta hai,
magar beech mein ek muskurahat bhej deta hai—
taake hum samajh saken ke hum kabhi akelay nahi the.”

– Zulfikar Inamdar

Jab Rab Saath Ka Ehsaas Dilaye:

Arz kiya hai…

Zindagi kabhi imtehaan ka elaan nahi karti,
Woh bas ek din achanak
Dil ke raaste par ek bojh rakh deti hai.
Aur insaan aankhon se nahi,
Apni rooh se mehsoos karta hai
Ke ab safar asaan nahi raha.

Kabhi lagta hai waqt hamara saathi hai,
Saath chal raha hai…
Par jab woh hi waqt humse peeche hatne lagta hai,
Toh har lamha ek zakhm ban jaata hai.
Saans chalti rehti hai,
Par dil ek ajeeb si thakaan lekar dhadakta hai—
Jaise har dhadkan apni jagah dhoondh rahi ho.

Kabhi kabhi toh yeh imtehaan
Itna gehra hota hai
Ke insaan rone ki bhi himmat nahi kar pata…
Rone se pehle hi zor toot jaata hai,
Aur khamoshi hi ibadat ban jaati hai—
Ek aisi ibadat jisme hum kuch nahi bolte,
Bas Rabb ko andar se pukarte rehte hain.

Aur phir…
Iss saari andheri raato ke beech,
Agar koi ek muskurahat mil jaaye—
Koi rooh jo hamari thakaan ko samajh le,
Jiski aankhon mein hamare liye
Ek pal ki bhi dua chamak uthe…
Toh imtehaan badalta nahi, bhai,
Lekin hum badal jaate hain.

Us ek muskurahat ka asar ajab hota hai…
Jaise sadiyon se rukka hua dukh
Zara sa halka ho kar behne lagta ho.
Jaise Rabb humse keh raha ho—
“Main ne tumhein akela nahi chhoda…
Bas koi apna tum tak pohcha diya hai.”

Phir waqt ki chaal tez bhi ho
Toh dard nahi deta,
Dheere bhi ho
Toh uksata nahi.
Insaan samajhta hai—
Sabr ka matlab rukna nahi hota…
Sabr ka matlab hota hai
Rabb ke tarike se chalna.

Aur jo log is safar mein
Muskurahat bankar mil jaate hain,
Unke hone se imtehaan mushkil rehte hue bhi
Guzar jaate hain…
Because dil ki rooh ko bas
Ek sachcha saaya chahiye hota hai,
Jo waqt ke zulm ko halka kar de.