Soch Ka Zavia

Apnay honay ka ahsaas to her kisi ko hota hay ... Honay k ahsaas ki khushi bhi manai jati hay...kabhi kisi terha to kabhi kisi terha....Chalo kuch anokha kertay hain ....Ajj apnay na honay ka ghum manatay hain....Kabhi be tahasha hans ker kabhi betahasha roo ker...Kabhi shakista dil ki an mit siyahi say dil k warq warq per zindagi ki be saro samani ki dastan likhtay hain....Ajj kyon na wo sab bhi likhain jo ab tak dil main tou hay magar qalam kabhi kaghaz per tehreer he na ker paya...per ye soch tou soch hay kabhi ati hay tou kabhi jati hay...per iska koi anjam nahi .. Kabhi kabhi apni zaat samander main chotay chotay teelon jaisi lagti hay...jis k ird gird khawahishon ka ...lahasil tamanaon ka , be rabt sochon ka lawa, be ant kahaniyan chore machati ...aa aa ker in teelon se sir takrati hain aur zakhmi ho k lot jati hain....Zakhmi sochon se raat din laho rissta hay .... takleef ka alam na pocho per ye aziat pasandi khud ko pasand he itni hay k is k dairay say nikalnay ko khud dil b

Zindagi ik aisi ma'la hay jjis k moti kab bikhar jain pata he nahi... Kabhi din gin gin k kat'te hain aur kabhi aisay guzartay hain k lagta hay waqt ko jaisay per lag gaye hon... Zindagi aur moat  k dermiyan bari pur tajassus  jang jari rehti hay ...aisa lagta hay Zindagi kisi bhi waqt maa'at khanay wali hay laikin Moat aisi hay k maa'at khati aur peechay hat'te chali jati hay..Halan k bila akhir jeet moat ki he hoti hay... Moat kabhi kabhi itni ba-ikhtiar hoti hay k aik sans k leenay k bad dosra sans bhi lainay nahi deti . Aur kabhi kabhi paida hotay he mar dalti hay....aur aksar itni bay ikhtiar aur majbor ho jati hay k din maheeno saal guzar jatay hain magar insan ko mar nahi pati.... Zindagi aur moat ki ye kashmakash na janay kab se jari hay..kab tak jari hay aur kab tak jari rahay ge...

SORAT aur Seerat amomun ik dosray ki zid waqiya howi hain..Bohat he kam in main itefaq aur hum ahangi dekhni ko milti hay...Khobsurati Allah ki dain hay aur Khoob seerati banday k apnay ikhtiar main hoti hay...Wo banda chahay to apni seerat se logon ko apna garweeda bana lay ya phir unhain khud apnay ap se mutnafur ker day k koi us say milna ya bat kerna bhi pasand na karay... Aap isay mera pagal pan keh lain magar mujhay ye kisi taur bhi gawara nahi k koi meri SEERAT ko maili nazar  say dekhay Kyoon k meri nazar main SEERAT  soorat say ziyada aham hay... Shayad Log mujhay Pagal samjhain magar mujhay ye apna pagal pan apni soorat aur seerat dono se ziada dilkash lagta hay.... 

Jab insan khud apni zaat ko tazheek ka nishana banata ho .... Log uski masoomiat aur saadgi ka faida uthate hon aur wo ye sub jaante bojhtay howay bhi her bat nazar andaz ker jata ho... Jab rooh ko cheer dainay walay teer kaman se alfaz us k dil ko band kerdainay k liye kafi hon phir bhi wo isay bardash ker k muskurata ho.......tou ......samajh lo.....Us shaks nay apnay ander aik qabr bana li hay jis main wo ey sub madfun kerta jaraha hay...bazahir hanstay howay chehray k peechay bohat kuch aisa hay jo wo kisi ko bata nahi sakta....shayad khud ko bhi nahi.....Ye wo muqam hota hay jisay hum KHUD AZIATI ka muqam kehte hain..... Khud aziati ka bhi aik alag he maza hota hay..is main ap dosron k kiye gaye zulm ka badla apnay ap say laitay hain....is liye nahi k ap buzdil hotay hain...isliye k ap zehni tore per itnay strong hotay hain k ap unki ye gair insani harkat ko mauf ker daitay hain....Mauf kerdaina kisi aam insan ka kam hergiz nahi...Ye kam wohi ker saktay hain jo khud aziati k mar

Haan mujhay ye kehnay main koi jhijhak nahi k main ab bhag bhag ker hanp chuki hon...magar ab mujhay na he bhagna hay...na ummedain lagani hay...Na he koi rishta nibhana hay kisi se bhi....Mujhay seerab k peechay mazeed waqt barbad nahi kerna....Mujhay ab kisi se na koi umeed hay na hoge ... Lafzon k khilariyon se milker kia kerna...jinhain soye khawab jagana ata hay usay nibhana nahi...Mujhay aetiraf hay main haar chuki hon....apni zaat se...logon se...maushray se...per main ik jang nahi haari....gir ker sambhalanay wali jang......magar is girnay uthnay main jo zakhm aye hain na mujhay unki kharashon k nishan an=mitt hain.... Aaas ki dori jab tak hath main rehti hay aas rehti hay tabdeeli ki...muqader sanwar janay ki, tanhai se chutkara panay ki....TOU....ab chore di wo dor ....Aass ki dor... Logon k maqbaray un k mrnay k bad bantay hain....Mere pass tou koi nahi jo ye tarudud bhi karay ga...tou ajj se behissi k cement se apnay wajood ki kirchiyon se bani enton se apnay gird main i

Kehte hain kisi bhi bemari ka ilaj kerwana Sunnat e nabwi hay...Shuru shuru main tou mujhay apni bemari samajh he nahi ati thi...her bat per hurt hona...achai k badlay burai..jin k hath paker ker khara kerna chaha wohi palat k gira detay thay...Main doctor to nahi per is marz ko bila akhir aik din diagnose ker he lia...jee han mujhay sincerity ka virus shaheed tarah se attack ker chuka tha ...aur tashweesh ki baat ye k iski vacine abhi ijad howi he nahi.. Pta nahi kaisi duniya hay jin logon ki rahon main khushyon k phool bhakairnay ki jidojahad hum ker rahay hotay hain wohi hamaray pairon talay se hamari zameen khainchnay k der per hotay hain.... Rehem ata hay mujhay un logon per jo Smart bannay k chakkar main Apna wahid hamdard bhi kho beth'tay hain....waise hamaisha unhain logon se shikayat he rehti hay k ajj kal koi kisi ka nahi....Aray jo apno ka sa bartao ker raha hay usko tou chore do ...us k saath tou chal'ain na chalo....uska tou dil na dikhao..phir bat kertay hain ...

Main ik beti hon maa baap ki izzaton pay qurban ho janay wali...Un k her dukh dard main saath nibhanay wali..Un k liye pamal ho janay wali...... Main ik bewi hon  Ik tamana ka sheher jahaiz main saath lanay wali larki..In umeedon k saath k ab meri zindagi main zakhon pay marham laganay wala shah'kaar meri zindagi main agaya hay...ye sochne wali larki... Per qismat ki siyahi tou aik he thi na muqadar bhi wohi raha.. Wo shaks bhi khilari tha us ko apnay siwa sub bura lagta tha ... Wo khud apna pujari ap tha...Hath berha ker usko ahsaas e kamtari k atha samandar say nikalte howay pata na tha k bahar ate he usne apnay mohsin ko he wapis dakhailna hay ....Aur wo khud kinaray per khara meri hansi urata raha ...kehkahay lagata raha... gungunata raha ...Main doobti rahi...Main roti rahi... Tarapti rahi...Aur phir ghar ko aag lag gai ghar k chiragh se......Maine khamoshi ko apna hamsafar bana lia...Ye naya hamsafar kabhi tou dil k konay main beth ker saray manzer dekhta rehta....aur kab