Soch Ka Zavia

Zindagi her aik mor .... her aik manzar ..pay nai azmaish ban ker insan k samnay ati hay kabhi kabhi hum manzil per pohanch janay ki umeed liye safar per rawan dawan rehte hain aur kabhi kabhi sabit qadam nahi reh patay aur hamaray qadam larkharanay lagtay hain...Laikin halaat kuch bhi hon hamain zindagi ki rahon per safar kerna he parta hay...ye safar kabhi ghum lata hay tou kabhi khushi ...laikin kabhi kabhi ye musalsal dukh ki raah ka safar ban jata hay....aik aisa safar jisko na chahtay howay bhi hamain anjam dena parta hay... Hum to wo loag hain jo kisi ginti main atay he nahi....na he kisi nigah ka markaz...na he kisi ki duaon k hisaar main mehfooz.... Zindagi k lak o dak sehra main sehra sehra khaak chantay howay ..idher udher bhataktay howay aur agar hum say koi poochay tou hum batain usko k HUM kon hain ....???? Hum btain k hum wo log hain jo apni zindagi day ker bhi kisi k dil main musskun na bana paye...dil main zerra baraber bhi jaga na bana paye... Hum to koi madha...

Hazrat Ali ki bat ka mafhoom ......kisi bhi shaks ki zaroorat ka tumse mansoob hona ...Allah ka tumhari zaat per ahsan hay k usne tumhain is qabil samjha k tum kisi ki zaroorat pora kernay ka waseela bano... Aur ye bhi bataya k jab kisi shaks ko Allah financial asoodgi deta hay tou wo iska imtihan hota hay ... k ya tou wo isay Allah ki khushnodi k liye kharch ker lay aur Allah se tijarat kerlay ya dolat ki chamak dhamak main gum ho ker Allah ka khauf he dil se mitta day....... Wo bhi apni mushkil k liye apnay Rab ko waseela bana ker bhai k der pay gai thi... Aik man tha usko ... per usko dhutkar diya gaya ..... sangsar kiya gaya......lafzon k zeherelay teeron say... aur kaha gaya ....Can i change ur diapers too........ WO abhi inhe alfaz k zehray jangle main sharmsari k murjhaye phool chun rahi hay.....sir dhun rahi hay wo ..... us nay us din se ankhon k jharnon se phoot parnay walay chashmay ko bht mazboot band bandhnay ki koshish ki magar ye ansoo aik sailab ki manind her band...

Mujhay ye kehnay main koi arr nahi k main nay ik chaudhary punjabi gharanay main ankh kholi jahan betiyon ko bojh he samjha jata hay...jahan behno ko dosray darjay ki makhlook aur biwi ko pairon ki jutti ka darja he milta hay.... Chaudhary'es ki monchain ho na hon....unki undekhi monch per aik taraf unki mardangi ka bojh dhara hota hay aur mouch ki dosri taraf unki zaat ka chota pan....unki ana unhain bazahir bohat mazboot bana deti hay per andar ki bat ye hay k wo onchay lambay qad k dekhnay walay log dil se bohat chotay hotay hain bohat he chotay aur boo'nay..... Ye Insan jaisay boonay dekhnay walay....khud ko Na khuda ka sa darja detay hain....kuch na hotay howay bhi...ye mushriq hain ....kyoon k ye hamaray zamini khuda banay howay hain....behiss...murda zameer...galat ko sahi kehnay walay....apni ana k bharam main aurton ko neecha dekhanay walay...jhoot ko sach aur sach ko jhoot ka libada uranay walay....zameeni khuda... Haqiqat main ye Allah ko mantay he kahan hain ye ...

Mohabat aur nafrat dono ko he tajdeed ki zaroorat rehti hay....Ye wo jazba hay jo her roz phalta phoolta hay...Nafrat aur mohabat dono he jazbay aisay hain k hum in k liye her had se guzar jatay hain...Nafrat insan ko ander he ander khatum ker daiti hay aur Mohabat ki shaah'khain phailti he jati hain....Mohabat aisa safar hay k musafir isay kerta kabhi bhi nahi thakta...Wo her samander aabore ker laita hay...her ghum seh laita hay...per us ko koi cheiz torti hay tou wo hay INTIZAR... Intizar aik aisay phool ki manind hay k agar musktasir hay tou lazzat aur agar na khatam honay wala ho tou Aag ka samander... Mohabat hoti hay tou hoti hay...ye shuru tou hoti hay epr iski koi haad nahi hoti...ye tou aik aisa darya hay jo bahay he jata hay...sairab he kiye jata hay....rukta nahi hay ye .... per jab intizar ki had khatum honay ko na aye tou Mohabat k safar k musafir toot jaya kertay hain...Dil per intizar ki kaiii jam jati hay na tou manzar dhundlay ho jatay hain...agar munasib deekh ...

Main ab thak c gai hon..bohat ziada....Wajood ki thakan ab rooh tak a ponchi hay...Jism ki nas nas main saraiyat ker gai hay.....ik iztirabi si kafiat taari rehti hay....na chain idher ko hay na he udher ko... Main bari mushkil say apnay apko duniya main mix up honay k liye khara kia tha...Per khalah sa abhi bhi...ik ajeeb sa...Main duniya se jitna bhi dor hona chahon wo saya phir khainch lata hay zindagi ki taraf...jeenay ki taraf.... Shayad main is masnoey muskurat ko saja saja ker adakari kertay tang agai hon...itna tang k kabhi kabhi dil kerta hay khud apna muh noch dalon.....zakhmi zakhmi ker dalon...aisa kerdon k khud meri apni shakal meri pehchan main na aa sakay... Kabhi kabhi sochti hon k agar dil pay lagay zakhm jism pe numayan hotay tou kia hota? hum sub kitnay daraonay hotay ...dekha bhi na jata aik dosray ki taraf yahan tak k khud apna chehra bhi... Dil k daag tou dhul jatay hain ansoo ki barish main per rooh k ghaow ka kia marham ho .... kon masiha ho... 18th Ju...

Main apnay lambhay onchay qad k bawajood khud apni he nazron main gir gain hon shayad....Apna mazar khud  bana dala maine....us per roz cherhaway charhati hon...ansoon'on k .... Bara lutf ata hay khud apnay ap ko ronay ka....aik aik bat khoon rulati hay...jab yaad ati hay...Ankhon se ansoo'on ki barish barasti hay tou dil o demagh per pari waqt ki be'rehem dhool matti bhi saaf nahi ho patti ...k un ki teh der teh is qadr jam gai hain k shayad sailab ka pani he usay baha lay jaye...... Mujhay nahi pata ye meri apnay ap say jang kab tak chalay ge....kia anjam hoga iska....Mujhay sirf ye pata hay k main apnay ap ko bohat peechay chore ai hon...shayad main jo thi wo ab main nahi hon....Mere dil main jo roz ranj o alum k laway phota kartay thay wo jam k teelay ban gaye hain...jo sailab ankhon se rawan hotay thay wo sokh k reh gaye hain.....Mere wajood main waqt nay bhanwar dal diye hain k koi meri zaat ki bhool bhalaiyon ko janna bhi chahe tou jaan nahi sakta ....k Bhanwar k...

Uski ankhon main nami dekh ker na janay kyoon mujhay kyoon kuch honay lagta hay...Mera bas nahi chalta kia ker k uski pareshaniyan uska dukh dor ker don...Bawajood is k keh wo aksar itna bura rawaiya ikhtiar ker laiti hay k bass per mujhay us per ziada der tak gussa rehta he nahi...Uski udasi mujhse bardash he nahi hoti... Shayad main us main apna ap dekhte hon...main us k dard ko mehsoos ker sakti hon ...jis umer main us k sir say maa ka saya utha wo bohat kam umr ki thi...Aur wo chaheye bataye na bataye main ye bat feel ker sakti hon k jab her taraf se thokarain perti hon tou insan kaisa feel kerta hay...Wo kaisa feel kerti hoge jab us ko koi dukh takleef hota hoga...dil dukhta hoga...kisi cheiz ko man kerta hoga...wo kis se kehti hoge....Maa betiyon k liye khas tor per aik dost aur aik ghana sayadar darakht hoti hay....betiyan apni sari batain maa say share ker k aik ajeeb sa itminan mehsoos kerti hain.. Hamaray maushray main larkiyon ki shadiyan shuru se he masla rahi hain...Maa ...

Jab jeewan safar main khudko tanha pao tou Jab khamosh ho bohat Aur batain kernay ko dil chaheye tou Jab dil ko chain na aram aye tou Jab saath guzray lamhat ki yaad tumko sataye tou Tum loat k ajana....... Hum nai safar ko saath chalain gay....

Wo moam c dkhnay wali guriya si larki ajj zindagi k guzray lamhat ko yaad ker k bohat roi..Guzray dino ki yaadon ne us k dil o demagh ko mabhoos ker k rakh dia tha... Wo zindagi k sehra main tanha bhatakti phir rahi thi...Dor dor tak kisi qism k saaye ka nishan nahi thi..na he koi borha bargad ka paid he tha k jis main ghari bhar ko lambay safar ki  thakan wala insan ghari bhar ko dam bhar lay... Phir youn howa k wo apnnay khawab o khayal ki duniya se nikal ker duniya ki haqeeqaton main jeene lagi...Usko mohabat ho gaye khud apnay he aks say...Wo jo mohabat ko dhoka samajhti thi...lafzon ka khail samajhti thi...Us main uska qasoor tha bhi nahi ...Usko her ristay say beaetibari k siwa aur kuch mila jo na tha...Us k aetimad ka khoon kernay walay he us k apnay thay...gair to gair hota hay.... Wo apnay aks say batain kerti...ahista ahista wo uski aadi hoti gai...itni aadi hogai jaisay khud koi apna aadi hota hay...Mohabat kuch nahi hoti walay saray kitabi falsafay dharay k dharay ...

Ankhain bata rahi hain wo soi nahi pagli.... Shayad bohat roi bhi hay... Ajab mizaj paya hay ... kabhi hanstay hanstay ro parti hay aur kabhi rotay rotay hans perti hay... Ankhon main surkh doray lehra rahay hain ... palkain bheegi bheegi si ... chehra zard sa... be'kal si phir rahi hay kabhi idher kabhi udhar... Na janay kia roag pal bethi hay... kabhi pehron soch main dobay rehna aur kabhi bat kertay kertay chonk jana... bazahir sab sahi hay.... per ander ander kuch tou toota hay.... Ankhain masalti hay tou ankhon main khirchiyan he khirchiyan hain... Shayad koi khawab toota hay... 13th July 2012

Main nay kabhi kisi ko baddua nahi de...na he koi aisa irada hay...magar ab ik khawahish hay meri...shayad ajeeb si ....shayad pagli si .... Per jin logon nay meray dukh ko takleef ko nazar andaz kia dolat k garoor main....Unki zindagi main sirf aik din aisa zaroor aye k wo na so sakain .... na jaag sakain ... chain na aye unko... Aur us waqt mera chehra un k tasavur main zaroor aye...aur...tab unhain ahsas ho k main roz aisay tarapti thi... aisay jalti thi ....aisay bujhti thi.... Main nay dil ki slate se ab sub kuch mita dia hay... Meri aah hay ye ... ye raigan nahi jaye ge... Mujhay bohat durd hota hay ... nakabil e bardash had tak... Meri ye bhi khawahish hay ab k jab jab main roon ansoo un ankhon se bhi niklain jinhon nay mujhay rulaya...jinhon nay mujhay sataya...itna sataya k mere sabr ka paimana ab labraiz ho chuka hay...siskon ge agar main tou khush koi bhi na reh paye ga... Itna tou mera bhi haq hay ALLAH per k main us se insaaf mangon...aur wo karay ga bhi...itna ya...

Wo aik larki thi....Waise he aam se larki jaisi sub hoti hain...rangon ko dekh ker khush honay wali....titliyon k peechay deewana war bhagnay wali...Chand ko pehron takna aur us say batain kerna ...Barish hoti tou geeli mitti ki sondhi sondhi khushboo apnay banjar khushq man angan main utar lainay wali...phoolon ko dekh ker pagal ho janay wali...khushboo se pyar kernay wali...Khawab dekhnay wali aur phir in khawabon ko orh k so janay wali.....wohi aik aam si larki... Usko her cheiz se pyar tha siwaiye apnay... Na janay anjanay main apnay ap se kia bair laga bethi thi... Khud ko zik pochanay ka koi moqa na janay deti thi...Wo dosron se badlay na lainay wali... apnay ap se badlay nikalti tou jano usay na aisa kernay per dukh hota na takleef... Wo aksar sochti k log aisa kyoon kehte hain k mausam insano per bhi asar andaz hota hay... Jab bahar barish barasti aur piyasi zameen sairab hoti tou us waqt bhi us k dil main pat jhar ka sa saman hota... Aik he mausam teher gaya ho jaisay.... ...

Kal shab e barat thi....Shehr e khamoshan main ronak he ronak....bohat sa chiragan...phoolon ki khushboo se moater fiza ... phoolon se saji pyaron ki qabrain...Main dang ki dang reh gaye.... Maray howon ko ye mohabat k cherhaway cherhanay walay log... kia log hain....? Kia log hain ye log ? Jeete howon ko jeete jee mar daitay hain... Sansanin kheench lete hain... rag rag se khoon nichore dete hain...aur maray howon ko yaad ker k rotay hain...