“Jab raat gehri ho aur dard ka bojh saath ho, to yaad rakh—Rab ki rehmat der zaroor karti hai, par kabhi haar nahi maanti. Aur jab aati hai, to toota hua dil bhi phir se jeena sikha deti hai.”

– Zulfikar Inamdar

✨ Title: Toote Dil Se Rehmat Tak ✨

Arz Kiya Hai…

Mayoosi jab hadd se aage badh jaaye, aur dil ke dariyon me sirf sunsaan aur khamoshi reh jaaye, Armaan zindagi ke, jo kabhi sitaron ki tarah chamakte the, aaj mitti me bikhar kar sirf khamoshi chhod jaaye. Sapne, jinhe humne raaton ki palkon me godh me sambhal kar rakha tha, aaj unki qabr me bhi sukoon nahi, aur dil apni hi dhadkanon se ghabrata reh jaaye.

Zindagi jab imtehaan lena shuru kare, to har lamha ek naya bojh ban kar saans par girta hai, har dard purani lakeer ki tarah dil ke kone me bas jaata hai, aur insaan sochta hai—“yeh dard kab khatam hoga, yeh raat kab khatam hogi?”

Raat ke andhere me khamoshi bhi cheekh ki tarah lagti hai, aur saaye, jo kabhi humare dost the, aaj humare dard ka gawah ban jaate hain. Kabhi kabhi lagta hai ki rooh apne jism me nahi, aur jism bhi apni hi rooh se begaana ho gaya ho, saans bhi bojh lagti ho, aur har dhadkan ek zanjeer ki tarah khinch kar insaan ko jeeta rakhti ho.

Har subah ek naya zakhm, har raat ek nayi maut… aur insaan dono ke beech aadha jeeta, aadha mar gaya mehsoos kare. Kabhi lagta hai jaise waqt ne hi saara pyaar aur sakoon chura liya ho, aur sirf dard hi reh gaya ho, jo andar se rooh ko kaat raha ho.

Tab ek lamha aata hai, bohot thanda, bohot gehra, jab insaan apne Rab se sirf itna kehta hai—“Ya Allah… ab mujhme kuch bhi nahi bacha. Agar yehi zindagi hai, to is bojh me meri rooh bhi doob gayi hai…”

Magar phir, isi gehra andhere me, ek halki si roshni ka noor jhalakta hai, jaise Rab ka ek kalma, ek rehmat dil ke patthar ko bhi pighla deta hai. Woh kehta hai:
“Tu thak gaya hai mere bande, par main teri umeed nahi todne dunga. Tera dard meri nazar me hai, aur teri zulmat meri rehmat ke saamne kuch bhi nahi. Bas thoda ruk, main sab aasaan kar dunga.”

Aur dheere dheere, raat ka bojh halka hone lagta hai, dil apne zakhmon ko samajhne lagta hai, aur Allah ki rehmat ki halki si roshni subah ka pehla waada sunaati hai. Aansoo rukte nahi, par unki garmaahat me umeed ka pehla bijh boya jaata hai.

Phir, raat ke aur andhere ke beech, ek aur lamha aata hai, jab insaan apni thakan aur dard ke beech ek chingari si roshni mehsoos karta hai, ek aisi roshni jo kehti hai—“Tu akela nahi, tere dard ke saath main hoon, aur sab kuch aasaan ho jaayega.”

Insaan dheere dheere, apne tootey dil ko sambhalte sambhalte, phir se chalne ka hausla paata hai, aur ek nayi saans bhar kar sochta hai—“Shayad raat gehri thi, shayad dard gehra tha, par meri kismet me Allah ki rehmat bhi gehri hai.”

Aur dheere dheere, raat ke andhere ke baad, subah ka noor dhire dhire dil me jagta hai, aur insaan phir se khud ko samajhne lagta hai, phir se chalne ka hausla paata hai, jaise Rab ne apna haath uthakar kehta ho—“Main hoon na, tere saath hoon, aur sab kuch aasaan kar dunga.”

Yeh hi Allah ki rehmat hai: raat chahe gehri ho, dard chahe gehra ho, par subah hamesha ek nayi roshni ke saath aati hai, aur toote dil ko phir se jeena sikha deti hai.

“Insaan bewajah kabhi nahi toot’ta… kabhi uske ghalatiyaan usay roken rakhti hain, kabhi Rab ki rehmat usay chalti rakh’ti hai. Jo qismat ne likha nahi, woh mar ke bhi khatam nahi hota.”

– Zulfikar Inamdar

Zindagi ka Safar:

Arz kiya hai…

Bewajah insaan marta nahi zindagi ki talash mein,
Kabhi kabhi uske a‘maal hi aise hote hain,
jo usey gira dete hain… par marne nahi dete.

Kabhi gunahon ka bojh kandhon se girta nahi,
kabhi sach ka zakhm bhar kar bhi dard deta rehta hai,
jaise zindagi keh rahi ho — “abhi ruk, abhi teri hisaab-kitabi baqi hai.”

Insaan kabhi thak kar baithta hai,
kabhi ro kar raat ka daaman bhigota hai,
par ajeeb qudrat hai is dil ki…
jo toot bhi jaaye, phir bhi dhadakta rehta hai,
jaise haar maanta hi nahi.

Kabhi usay kisi ki dua rok leti hai,
kabhi maa ki yaad, kabhi bachon ki hanssi,
aur kabhi uske apne purane ghalat qadam…
jo usay sabak de kar keh dete hain,
“zinda reh, taake iss baar theek se jeeyega.”

Zindagi ka imtehaan bhi ajeeb hota hai bhai…
jo sab kuch cheen kar bhi insaan ko chalne deta hai,
jaise keh rahi ho — “abhi tere saath meri jung poori nahi hui.”

Aur insaan, bechara insaan,
apne hi faislon, apni hi galtiyon,
aur apni hi umeedon ke beech kahin ulajh jata hai,
par sirf ek wajah se zinda rehta hai —
ke kahin na kahin, kisi mod par,
uska Rab us se keh de:
“ab bas… ab tere liye aasani likh di.”

Toh haan… bewajah koi nahi marta,
na sansen rukti hain, na qismat tootti hai,
jab tak Rab ki likhi hui kahani ka,
aakhri jumla mukammal nahi ho jaata.

Jab hum khud hi apne dil ki aawaz ko poori tarah nahi sun paate,
to doosron par hukm thopna sirf rishte ki rooh ko thaka deta hai.
Samajh—na zabar-dasti—hi woh saans hai
jo dilon ko ek hi sur me chalna sikhati hai

– Zulfikar Inamdar

Dil Ka Sach :

Arz kiya hai…

Apna hukm kisi par thopna…
ye dil ki rawani ko tod deta hai,
rishte ki rooh par
khamoshi ka bojh rakh deta hai.

Hum khud hi
apne jazbaat ko poori tarah padh nahi paate—
kabhi darr me dabaa kar,
kabhi ego me chipaa kar,
kabhi aadat me zinda rakh kar…
phir bhi chahte hain
ke koi dusra humari har baat
bina sawaal ke maan jaye.

Sach yehi hai…
Hum apne hi sach se
baar-baar bhaag jaate hain.
Kabhi ek faisla raat ko kar lete hain,
subah usi ko badal dete hain.
Kabhi apne dard ko chhupa kar jeete hain,
kabhi apne gusse ko masoomi ke parde me lapet dete hain.
Jab hum khud itne uljhe hue hote hain,
phir hukm ka bojh kisi aur pe rakhna—
ye rishte ka insaaf nahi hota.

Zindagi me har shakhs
apna ek khalsa ateet uthaaye chalta hai:
kisi ke kandhon par yaadon ka bojh,
kisi ke seene me roothi hui dhadkanein,
kisi ki rooh me kuch adhoori umeedein.
Hum sab sirf samajh chahte hain—
be-jhijhak, be-jalan, be-sawaal.

Par jab hum hi apne dil ki aawaz
saalon tak nahi sunte,
to kisi aur se poori itaat ki umeed
sirf dil ki thakaan badha deti hai.

Rishte…
zabar-dasti se nahi chalte—
wo narmi se chalne wale safar hote hain.
Ek me intense sach hota hai,
to doosre me naram dard.
Ek me lafz bolte hain,
to doosre me khamoshi samajh deti hai.

Jo rishte samajh se likhe jaate hain,
wo bina hukm ke bhi sacche rehte hain;
Aur jo rishte hukm se chalaye jaate hain,
wo saath rehte hue bhi
andar se aahiste-aahiste mar jaate hain.

Dil ka sach jab bol uthe,
to na hukm ka sahara hota hai,
na zabar-dasti ka.
Bas ek naram si guzarish hoti hai—
“Mujhe samajh lo…
jaise main khud ko samajhna chaahta hoon.”

Aur jab kisi ko
dil ki khamoshi bhi samajh aa jaaye—
phir na roothna baaki rehta,
na manwana…
Rishte khud-ba-khud
ek hi sur me chal padte hain,
jaise ek dil me
do jazbaat saath dhadak rahe ho—
ek intense, ek naram…
par dono apne bilkul sachche.

Main shikwa nahi karta…
Jahan dil ko chot mile, wahan rukna meri fitrat nahi.
Main logon se nahi, bas unki be-parwahi se door ho jaata hoon

– Zulfikar Inamdar

Bas Itna Hi Bas:

Arz kiya hai…

Kabhi kabhi dil ko bas itna hi kehna hota hai… bas itna hi bas

Mujhe duniya se koi shikwa nahi,
Jo dil ko chubh jaaye, usse main khamoshi mein hi chhod aata hoon.
Main seekh gaya hoon ke har baar jawab dena zaroori nahi hota,
Kabhi kabhi sirf door chal dena hi apne zakhmon ka ilaaj hota hai.

Jo lafzon se dukh dete hain, wo mere qadam rok nahi sakte,
Main apni izzat aur sukoon ko kisi ke mood ka mohtaaj nahi banata.
Log samajhne ke liye nahi badalte, bas waqt bata deta hai
Ke kaun tha saath dene ke qaabil, aur kaun tha sirf waqt ka saaya.

Main shakwe ka bojh dil par rakh kar jeena nahi chahta,
Main unki yaadon ko bhi khamosi se rihai de deta hoon.
Dil ka dard main muskurahat ke parde ke peeche chhupa deta hoon,
Aur duniya samajhti rehti hai ke mujhe koi farq hi nahi padta.

Haqeeqat to ye hai ke main bohot kuch mehsoos karta hoon,
Bas koi dekh nahi pata— kyun ke main bolta kam hoon, sehata zyada hoon.
Main nafrat nahi palta, na gusse ka dariya rakhta hoon,
Bas jis jagah izzat na mile, wahan rukta nahi hoon.

Mujhe duniya se koi shikwa nahi…
Log jaise bhi mile, maine unka asal pehchan liya.
Aur jo dil ko thokar dekar chale gaye,
Unko main shukriya keh kar apni zindagi se door kar diya.

Zindagi ne sikhaya hai…
Ke jo toot kar bhi chup rehta hai, wo sabse zyada gehra hota hai.
Aur jo bagair shor machaye door chala jaaye,
Wo apne aap mein sabse zyada khud-respect rakhta hai.

“Insaan kabhi neend se nahi darta…
Woh to un logon se darta hai
Jo uske sone par raat bhar jaagte reh jaate hain.”

– Zulfikar Inamdar

Khamoshi ki Aakhri Raat:

Arz kiya hai…

Jis raat rehmat ban kar neend hum par utregi,
Uss raat har dil ki dhadkan apni raah badal degi.
Woh raat hogi yaa Rab, tere ufaq ka saaye ka pahra,
Jis raat hum khud se bhi chup kar, khud me simat jayenge.

Hum yun bhi soye to bohot, par woh neend kuch aur hi hogi,
Jis me khwaabon ka rang bhi udaas aur hawa bhi sukkhi hogi.
Uss neend me har saans ka boojh halka ho jayega,
Aur humari thaki hui rooh, teri rehmat me kho jayegi.

Woh log jo roz hansi se humari shaam sajaa kar jaate the,
Wohi log us raat bina kisi sabab ke aankhen nam kar jaayenge;
Unki sada ka rang badlega, unki awaaz me dard ghul jaayega—
Jaise unke andar koi toot kar bol raha ho:
“Wapas aa jao… humari zindagi ka rang tumse hi tha.”

Uss pal duniya ka shor ruk jayega,
Har raasta, har gali, har kone me khamoshi ka ehsaan utrega.
Chand bhi apni roshni halka kar lega,
Taake humari neend ko dard ka koi kaanta na chhoo sake.

Aur hum…
Hum apni rooh ki waadiyon me aise chal denge,
Ke dharti ka har bojh zameen par hi reh jayega.
Na gham, na shikayat, na koi sawal…
Bas ek gehra sukoon jo dil ko hamesha se chahiye tha.

Woh log jo humein pukarte rahe…
Unke aansu bhi dua ban jayenge,
Unki haathon ki larzish bhi ek nishani hogi ke
“Koi hamari zindagi me itna gehra tha ke uske sone se raat toot gayi.”

Aur jab subah apni pheli hui roshni se humare chehre ko choo legi,
Tab hum wapas aa jayenge—
Jaise lamha-e-marg ke saaye se nikal kar rooh ko phir se zindagi mile.
Tab un logon ki tasalli, unki dhadkan, unke aansu sab sukoon me badal jayenge;
Aur humari muskurahat se unka gham halki hawa ki tarah udh jayega.

Par uss kahani ka dard yahin nahi rukta…
Kyuki duniya ka jaal ajab hai—
Wohi log jo humari neend ke liye raat bhar roye the,
Wo hi log humare jaagne par phir humse mohabbat aur gehri kar baithenge.

Aur hum samajh jayenge—
Neend bhi rehmat hai,
Aur dua bhi rehmat hai,
Aur woh log… jinhe humein jagane ki fikr hoti hai…
Woh sabse badi rehmat hai.

“Dosti ka asli imtihaan gusse me nahi,
Wapas laut aane ki himmat me hota hai…
Narazgi me tu aaj bhi khoobsurat lagta hai dost,
Par tere bina dil kabhi poora nahi hota.”

– Zulfikar Inamdar

Naraazgi ke Uspaar:

Arz Kiya Hai…

Tujhse baat na ho, to lagta hai din adhoora reh gaya,
Teri woh hasi, teri woh baatein… sab kuch kahin rasta bhool kar reh gaya.
Narazgi ka aansu shayad teri palkon tak na aaya ho,
Par mere dil ne to kab ka ro kar aansuon ka samaan bhar liya.

Kabhi socha nahi tha, ek chhoti si baat itna bojh ban jaayegi,
Hum dono ki dosti ki raaton me itni gehri andheri chha jaayegi.
Tu samajhta hoga ki main theek hoon… par nahi dost,
Teri khamoshi mujhe din bhar bechaini ki tarah sataati rehti hai.

Main roz khud se hi ladta hoon,
Ke ‘chhor de, usse farq nahi padta’,
Par phir dil ke kone se ek awaaz aati hai—
‘Woh dost hai… farq padta hi hoga, bas keh nahi pa raha.’

Yaad hai tujhe woh din jab hum bina wajah bhi hans padte the?
Choti si baat par ek dusre ka gussa chura lete the?
Aaj wohi waqt yaad aata hai to lagta hai—
Shikwe gile bhi kitne pyaare the,
Kam se kam baat to hoti thi… aaj to chup rehne ka dard hai.

Agar galti meri thi, to maine sau baar khud ko suna diya,
Agar teri thi… to maine usko bhi khud par hi le liya.
Dosti ka matlab hi yahi hota hai na dost—
‘Tera gussa bhi qabool, tera door rehna bhi bardaasht,
Bas tu khafa na reh…’
Par tu to iss baar khafa bhi nazar nahi aata,
Lage jaise tere dil me mere liye jagah thodi si kam ho gayi ho…

Main ye nahi chahta ke tu jhuk kar laut aaye…
Bas itna chahta hoon ke apna dil ek baar bol de,
‘Haan, yaad aata hai tu… chahe gussa abhi bhi zinda ho.’

Chal ek kaam karte hain…
Tu ek kadam badha, main das badha dunga,
Tu ek baar muskurade, main gusse ki poori raat mita dunga,
Tu bas itna keh de—“chal baat karte hain”,
Main apne saare shikwe samandar me phek aunga.

Dosti sasti baat nahi dost…
Woh Allah ka diya hua ek aisa rishta hai,
Jise tod dena aasaan,
Par jodna… sirf asli logon ka kaam hota hai.

Main aaj bhi teri raah me aankhon bhar ke khada hoon,
Shayad tu laut aaye…
Shayad tu keh de—“Naraz to tha…
Par tere bin dil laaye kaise?”

Door rehna qubool hai, par yaad aana… woh dard hai jo dil se kabhi nahi jaata

– Zulfikar Inamdar

Yaadon Ka Saaya:

Arz kiya hai…

Tera mujhse dūr ho jaana, qubūl kar liya maine,
Magar teri yaad ka silsila, har roz sehna pada maine.

Chandni raaton me teri tasveer ko dekha maine,
Har khamoshi me tera naam dil se pukara maine.

Dil chahta tha bas tu wapas aa jaaye,
Par haqeeqat ke raaste pe sirf tanhaai ko paaya maine.

Tere bagair har muskaan adhoori lagti hai,
Har khushi me teri kami mehsoos ki, aur aansu ponchhe maine.

Kabhi lagta hai waqt ruk jaaye,
Ek pal bhi tere saath guzarne ko tarasta maine.

Door rehna maine qubool kiya,
Magar dil se teri doori kabhi qubool na ki maine.

Tere roz yaad aane ka dard,
Har saans me ghul jaata hai, aur main behaal ho jaata maine.

Phir bhi jhelta hoon, kyunki sach hai ye:
Tere bin zindagi adhoori hai, aur yaad teri rooh ka sahara hai maine.

Har khayaal me teri kami ka ehsaas hota hai,
Har pal, har ghadi, bas tera intezaar hota hai.

Shayad tu wapas na aaye, par umeed ka diya jalta hai,
Aur main us roshni me apni tanhaai ka saaya sambhalta hoon.

Har lamha teri yaadon se guzarta hai,
Aur dil ke kone me ek dard ka dariya basta hai.

Tujhse dūr ho kar bhi, tu itna kareeb lagti hai,
Jaise saari duniya me sirf tera hi nasha basta hai.

Har khushi ka rang ab teri muskaan se hai,
Har gham ka saaya bhi bas teri yaad se hai.

Tere bin din adhoore, raat adhuri hai,
Aur main is bechaini me apni rooh ko sambhalta hoon.

Phir bhi ek umeed se jeeta hoon,
Ke shayad ek din tu wapas aa jaaye…
Aur meri duniya phir se poori ho jaaye.

Jab banda toot kar apne aap ko Rab ke hawaale kar deta hai,
tab Rab uske liye behtareen likhne lagta hai—
aise, jaise kabhi dard tha hi nahi.”

– Zulfikar Inamdar

Maine Sab Rab Par Chhod Diya:

Arz kiya hai…

“Maine chhod diya sochna ke kaise hoga…
Kyuki har baar sochte-sochte mera dil toot jata tha,
Aur meri saansen thak kar ruk si jaati thi…
Har raat lagta tha jaise zindagi se ladai ho rahi ho—
Magar subah uth kar bhi lagta tha,
Ke abhi bhi kuch raat ka andhera mere andar baaki hai.”

“Phir ek din maine sab kuch thak kar,
Apne Rab ke hawale kar diya…
Meri duaa ka ek ek lafz,
Meri aankhon ki har nami,
Meri rooh ka har bojh…
Sab maine uske qadmon mein rakh diya,
Aur bas keh diya—‘Ya Allah, main kamzor ho gaya hoon.’ ”

“Jis pal maine yeh kaha,
Us pal mujhe mehsoos hua
Ke koi meri dhadkan ko pakad kar kehta ho—
‘Bandaa kamzor padta hai,
Par Rab kabhi kamzor nahi hota…’ ”

“Tab se meri zindagi ka rang badalne laga…
Mujhe samajh aaya ke har raat ki gehraai mein,
Koi ek aisi rehmat chhupi hoti hai
Jo sirf tootey hue log hi mehsoos kar sakte hain.
Aur har subah ki roshni mein,
Ek nayi umeed ka chiragh jalaya jata hai.”

“Main ghabraata tha ke mere masle kaise theek honge,
Kaunsi raah se guzarna padega,
Kaun si deewar toot kar raasta banayegi…
Lekin phir Rab ne ek ek karke
Mujhe sabak sikha diya—
Ke jo mere liye likha gaya hai,
Woh mere darr ko pooch kar nahi aata,
Woh Rab ki marzi se aata hai.”

“Ab mere dil mein ek sakoon basa rehta hai…
Na pehle jaisa ghabrahat, na pehle jaisa bojh…
Bas yaqeen ka ek narm sa aasra
Jo har waqt mere kandhe par rakha rehta hai.
Kabhi kabhi ab bhi zindagi uljhati hai,
Par main sirf aankhen band kar ke kehta hoon—
‘Mere Maalik, main tera hoon… dekh le.’ ”

“Aur har baar, bina shor ke, bina awaaz ke,
Kahin andar se jawab aata hai—
‘Tere liye waqt main likhta hoon,
Teri mushkilein main todta hoon,
Tere raste main hi banata hoon…
Tu bas ruk ja, sabar kar—
Aur dekh, kaise main tere liye ‘aise’ karta hoon.’ ”

“Tab mujhe yaqeen aur gehra hota gaya…
Ke jiska Rab par bharosa sachcha ho jaaye,
Uska naseeb kabhi adhoora nahi chhoda jata.
Dard chahe lamba chale,
Umeed kabhi marne nahi di jati…
Aur jab waqt badalta hai,
Toh zindagi aise muskurati hai
Jaise kabhi royi hi nahi thi.”

“Isi liye… maine sochna hi chhod diya—
Ke kaise hoga, kab hoga, kis raahe hoga…
Main sirf itna jaanta hoon,
Ke jab Rab chaahega,
Sab kuch behtareen waqt par,
Behtareen andaaz mein,
Behtareen wajah ke saath hoga.”

“Aur tab mere dil ke andar se ek hi awaaz niklegi—
‘Aye Maalik… shukriya.
Sach mein… aise hi hona tha.
Aise hi tune mere liye behtareen likha tha.’ ”

Tasveer se to mulakaatein ho jaati hain,
par dil ko sukoon tab milta hai
jab insaan khud saamne khada ho…

– Zulfikar Inamdar

Tasveer Se Zindagi Tak:

Arz Kiya Hai…

Hum unko dekh to lete hain,
lekin bas unki tasveeron mein…
Woh door hain, par unka chehra
har tasveer mein ek nayi dhadkan jaga deta hai.

Kabhi tasveer hath mein le kar
dil chup sa ho jaata hai…
jaise har lamha unki yaadon se
baatein kar raha ho.

Raat ki gehraai jab barh jaati hai,
to unki yaad aur tez ho kar
dil ke ek kone mein chupke se baith jaati hai.
Aisa lagta hai jaise samaa ruk gaya ho,
aur hum sirf unke intezaar mein zinda hon.

Mobile ki screen par unka chehra
ek pal ko umeed deta hai,
phir ek halki si kasak dil ke andar
kahin gehra utar jaati hai…
ki yeh tasveer hai, zindagi nahi.

Unki tasveer ki muskurahat pyari lagti hai,
magar woh asli muskurahat…
jise dekh kar ruh tak sukoon milta hai,
uski kami har din kuch aur badh jaati hai.

Dil roz ek hi baat sochta rehta hai—
kab woh saamne khade honge,
kab unki awaaz paas sunayi degi,
kab ek pal mein saari dooriyaan
mitt kar sirf qurbat reh jaayegi.

Kab woh tasveer se utar kar
zindagi mein wapas aa jayenge…
jahaan hum tasveer nahi,
unka haqeeqi chehra dekh kar
khushi se muskura saken.

Aakhir mein yahi sach hai…
Hum unko dekhte to hain,
par abhi bhi sirf tasveeron mein…
aur dil har roz un lamhon ka intezaar karta hai
jahan tasveer ka silsila khatam ho,
aur mulaqat ka safar shuru ho jaye.

✨
“Uske chehre ka noor bhi ajeeb hai…
na zyada dikhne ki chahat, na kam rehne ka gham—
bas ek khamoshi jisme tehzeeb bhi hai
aur adab ka apna salaam bhi.”

– Zulfikar Inamdar

Khamoshi ki Nazaakat:

Arz kiya hai…

Uske chehre par ek aisi narmi thi,
jaise hawa apne haath me phool ki khushboo lekar chalti ho.
Mastaani aankhon ka noor,
jaise kisi purani dua ka abhi-abhi qubool hua asar ho.

Siyah saari ka lehja bhi ajeeb tha—
mehakta hua, sharmeela sa,
jaise raat ki chaadar par chaand ne
apni roshni ki naazuk lakeeren chhod di ho.
Gold border ki chamak us par yuhi nahi thi,
wo uske andruni waqar ka ek khamosh sa parcham lagti thi.

Uske kaano me jhumakte jhumke,
jaise har khanak me koi riwayat zinda ho.
Gale ka motiyon ka halka sa haar,
use dekhta hi lage ke zindagi me kuch cheezein
sirf nazakat se hi samjhi ja sakti hain—
shor se nahi, sirf shafqat se.

Uski bindi aur maang ka sindoor bhi
sirf shringar nahi, balki ek kahani ka nishaan lagte the—
ek wafadaari, ek sukoon, ek apnapan ka gumnaam sa vaada.
Jab usne halka sa muskuraya,
to mehfil ka rang badal gaya,
jaise kisi ne honton par dua rakh di ho,
aur dil par sakoon ke pani ke chhidke kar diye ho.

Uske baithne ka andaaz bhi nazaakat se bhara tha—
seedha, saabit, magar phir bhi naram;
jaise koi tehzeeb chal kar insaan ki surat me baith gayi ho.
Ek pal ko laga,
ke is tasveer me waqt ruk gaya hai—
aur mohabbat, tameez, haya,
sab ek saath saans le rahe ho.

Aur uski aankhon me jo halka sa gumnaam dard tha,
wo bhi apni jagah khoobsurat lag raha tha—
jaise koi purani yaad,
jo bhoolti nahi, magar chubh bhi nahi rahi.
Bas kahin dil ke kone me chup kar,
apna diya jalaye baithi ho.

Uski poori shakal me ek ajeeb sa noor tha—
na zyada, na kam,
sahi jagah par, sahi andaaz me.
Jaise Rab ne usse banate waqt
thodi si rehmat, thoda sa adab,
aur thodi si shayari zyada daal di ho.