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 reh gaye...
Phir ye howa k wo jo us k seenay main chupi us ki unkahi daastan'ain thi wo us aks ko batanay lagi...her wo bat bhi jo wo kabhi khud se kehtay howay bhi derti thi...Pata nahi kaisay wo aetibar kernay lagi phir se...pata nahi kaisay wo izhar kernay lagi ...
Wo jisnay kabhi kisi se kuch nahi manga .. apni cheizon k lut janay per bhi usne wahwaila na kia...wo us se maang bethi....us ka saath...us ka pyar....
Per us k naseeb hamaisha us k sang he rahay thay...Usne jo umr bhar ki jama ki howi himmat ko jama ker k hath berhaya tou .... Usne garoor se usko jhatak dala... uska wo hansi urata kehkaha ajj bhi uski sama;at main gonjta hay...kabhi raat ko ghari bhar ko ankh lag jaye tou us hansi uratay kehkahay ki awaz usay sonay nahi deti...wo ghanton apni paseenay se sharaboor paishani ko saaf kerti rehti hay....Aisa lagta hay k usay k us k jism ka por por ansoo baha raha ho...roo raha ho...apni arzaa'an risai per ya na maloom uski kaj'adai per...
Usko phir chup lag gai...Waisi he chup jo us ki bachpan ki hamjholi thi....
Usne her dukh bahaduri se jhaila tha...isay bhi jhail gai .... Wo abhi bhi usi muqam per khari hay...jahan akhri bar thi...Banjar ankhain ...sakit hont....bheegi palkain...
Ab wo kabhi kisi se kuch nahi mangay ge....aik bar ki kahi gai bat ka ghaow itna gehra hay k ab umr lagay ge isay bharnay main....
Wo intizar ker k thak gai hay....aur usne to haq ada kerdia mang k ab thukranay wale palat k aainge tou wo mangain..............
Wo kehti hay k ......
Main apni cheiz kyoon mangon ?
Wo mera tha ....
Wo mera hay..
13th july 2012
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 reh gaye...
Phir ye howa k wo jo us k seenay main chupi us ki unkahi daastan'ain thi wo us aks ko batanay lagi...her wo bat bhi jo wo kabhi khud se kehtay howay bhi derti thi...Pata nahi kaisay wo aetibar kernay lagi phir se...pata nahi kaisay wo izhar kernay lagi ...
Wo jisnay kabhi kisi se kuch nahi manga .. apni cheizon k lut janay per bhi usne wahwaila na kia...wo us se maang bethi....us ka saath...us ka pyar....
Per us k naseeb hamaisha us k sang he rahay thay...Usne jo umr bhar ki jama ki howi himmat ko jama ker k hath berhaya tou .... Usne garoor se usko jhatak dala... uska wo hansi urata kehkaha ajj bhi uski sama;at main gonjta hay...kabhi raat ko ghari bhar ko ankh lag jaye tou us hansi uratay kehkahay ki awaz usay sonay nahi deti...wo ghanton apni paseenay se sharaboor paishani ko saaf kerti rehti hay....Aisa lagta hay k usay k us k jism ka por por ansoo baha raha ho...roo raha ho...apni arzaa'an risai per ya na maloom uski kaj'adai per...
Usko phir chup lag gai...Waisi he chup jo us ki bachpan ki hamjholi thi....
Usne her dukh bahaduri se jhaila tha...isay bhi jhail gai .... Wo abhi bhi usi muqam per khari hay...jahan akhri bar thi...Banjar ankhain ...sakit hont....bheegi palkain...
Ab wo kabhi kisi se kuch nahi mangay ge....aik bar ki kahi gai bat ka ghaow itna gehra hay k ab umr lagay ge isay bharnay main....
Wo intizar ker k thak gai hay....aur usne to haq ada kerdia mang k ab thukranay wale palat k aainge tou wo mangain..............
Wo kehti hay k ......
Main apni cheiz kyoon mangon ?
Wo mera tha ....
Wo mera hay..
13th july 2012