Soch Ka Zavia

Phir dil udas hay...phir nas nas main zehreli sochain khoon ki jaga dorrti phir rahi hain...Phir kuch toota hay ander he ander...Magar ..... Kia..... ? Na janay kia...tootay wajood main phir aik gunjaish nikal aye aik bar aur tootne ki....Kuch tou toota hay per kia toota hay...Dil....nahi nahi....Wo tou kab ka toot chuka hay...us main ab sakat baqi kahan hay ... Astarkari ki gunjaish bhi nahi ab tou us main... Tou ye awaz kaisi aye .....? Shayad Aetibar toota hay... Shayad Wo jo khush fehmiyon ka jaal bunna tha na main nay.... wo toota hay... Haan shayad aisa he hay.... Per mujhay ye paraishani kaisi....? Mujhay tou aadat hay..... Roz toot k bikhar janay ki.... Phir khud he himmat ker k simmat janay ki... Aur simmat k dobara bikhar janay k intizar ki.... Aur is amul ko bar bar hotay dekhtay janay ki.... Shayad Aadatain kabhi khatum nahi hoti..... SHayad Bar bar tootnay k amul say lay ker jurnay k amal tak Hum apni zaat ki bunyadon main Mazeed sabr ki pukhtagi ka

Zindagi main khushi ghum ki miqdar kabhi kam aur kabhi ziada ho jati hay... Her insan ka zindagi ko us ki mushkilat ko aur khushyon ko expressed karnay ka tareeqa different hota hay...Wo apnay lihaz say halat o waqiyat ko soch samajh ker tackle kerta hay... Kyoon k wo bether tore per janta hay k us k kis action ka kia result samnay aye ga....us k nuqsanat kia hain aur fawaid kia hasil honge... Per kabhi kabhi aisa bhi hota hay ap thak jatay ho ...himmmat har dete ho... aur halat k samany dhair ho jatay ho k Lo Hamari jaan tumharay hawalay....Ker lo jo kerna hay.... Ye wo lamha hota hay jab hum jeetay jagtay insan hotay howay bhi jeena chore daitay hain... Wo ye qurb ka wo alam hota hay jab ap bhari duniya main khud ko tanha patay ho...Sab k hotay howay bhi ap kisi k nahi hotay aur na koi ap ka hota hay.... Us nay bhi aisa he kia tha ..... BUS .... Jeena chore dia tha.... Aur phir zindagi nay kaisay kaisay tamashay dekhai..... Kin kin chehron say naqab uthai... Zindagi ki un haq

Na Umeedi ka zeher jab aik dafa ap ki sochain main ghul jaye tou ap Aas k tamam daman chore daitay ho...Kuch acha nahi lagta ... Apna ap bhi....dil o demagh per yasiat ki gird jam jati hay... sans laina dobhar lagta hay... Zindagi itni durdnak hay tou moat ka kia alam hoga... Hum duniya k haray howay wahan kia umeed karain gay wahan k liye ... Meray Malik mujhay is bat ka jawab chaheye ... Mere saath aisa kyoon hota hay... jisko ungli pakar k chalna sikhati hon..wo chalnay per sub say pehlay mujhay he apnay qadmon tallay rond dalta hay... Kisi k saath jitni dore bhi chalon... usko jab chorna ho wo chore jata hay... Jis ki dhal ban ker usko dosron ki kankariyon se bachao wo mehfooz ho ker sab say pehla waar he mujh per kerta hay... Badla na laina meri fitrat hay...Log isay meri kamzori gardante hain... Meri khamoshi mere ander bardash ki had khatum honay ka ailan kerti hay... Main perfect nahi... Main perfect ho bhi nahi sakti... Per main duniya jaisi bhi nahi hona chahti.