Soch Ka Zavia

Ik bhooli si chirya tinka tinka ker k apna ghonsla banati hay... Wahan uska koi nahi hota per wo ye soch k us k ghar main nanhay mehman aaingay tou un k sabab wo sub dukh ... sub aziat bhula behtay ge... Phr howa bhi ye he ... Us bhooli chirya nay apnay armano per bewagi ki safaid chadar cherha di... Apnay ap ko zindagi ki her khushi say mehroom rakha k ye nai parinday jab urna seekh jain gay tou uska sahara banain gay... Us k dil ka wo dard samjhain gay tou us nay akailay saha hay... qadam qadam per jo dhokhay fareeb us nay uthaiey hain unka madawa hoga... Usko chirya ko kia maloom tha us k naseeb main kia likha hay... Kai hath berhay usko sahara denay k liye per us nay her khushi khud per haram ker li thi... k usko wo din yaad ajata jab usne raasta badalnay ka irada ker lia tou in chotay chotay parindon nay us se kaha Hamari khatir Ruk jao... Aur ajj wo waqt aya k wohi parinday us ko waqt per stand na lainay ka ilzam detay hain... Uraan ki pehli serhi per he bhooli chirya he MAQTOO...

Duniya k thukrai howay log jab her taraf say nidhal ho jatay hain tou unko kuch samajh nahi ata k wo kidhar jain... Koi rasta koi manzil koi humsafar nahi hota unka... Log unhain aik serhi ki terha istimal ker k phaink detay hain... Aagahi bohat bara azab hay...Jab tak ap apnay ap ko behlatay rehtay tab tak tou karoobar e zindagi rawan dawan rehta hay...per jab ap thak har ker beth jatay ho tou ap per aagahi k darwazay waa ho jatay hain k hum jin k liye jeetay thay ya martay thay unko hum say sarokar he nahi... Her chehra us waqt tak apna rehta hay jab tak usko parakh na lo... Parakhna moat jaisa hay... Jab dil her cheiz say uth jata hay tou samjho wo shaks ik zinda lash he hay jis nay zamanay ko dekhanay ki khatir ap apni lassh uthai howi hay... Pyar aur wafa k is safar main hath tou kuch nahi ata per HUM apna nishan bhi kho beth'tay hain...Hum wo nahi rehtay jo k HUM hotay hain... Jeena bohat he aziat nak hay....Itna aziat nak k rooh laraz jati hay is ko kandha detay det...