Soch Ka Zavia

In mardon ko Allah nay kitnay baray aezaz say nawaza aur kitna bara rutba ata kia per ye tou duniya main he khud ko khuda samajhnay lagay....Kutton main aur mardon main behad mumasilat shuru se he mahsoos hoti hay.... mardon main kuch mard aadaat k kuttay hotay hain....aur mera ye man'na hay k aadaa'at k kutton k saath insan guzara ker sakta hay...k un main ya tou bhonknay ki aadat hoti hay ya katnay ki...koi lafzon k teer say ghayal kerta hay tou koi zehereelay lafzon say aur baton say....phir bhi koi bhi sabir insan in sub baton ko bardast ker k apni zindagi in jaison k sath guzar he sakta hay... Magar... Zaat k kuttay mard un insanon main shamil hotay hain jin k sath ap rehna tou kuja talluq rukhna bhi gawara nahi kertay...zaat ki ye sift nasl der nasl chalti hay...jo jism o jaan ko he nahi rooh tak ko thaka deti hay k in jaison k sath kaisay aur kyoon ker guzara kia jaye..... Maine apni life main koi aik INSAN ka bacha jo mard bhi ho nahi dekha....sanpon ki si sift ...

Main kai bar hairan howi k meray thanday wajood main aur rooh main aur ik ik raag main sard mohri ki jo barf jam gai hay wo tou na pigalhti hay na he hilti hay tou ye jism kis garmi k saharay zindagi k saath saath rawan dawan hay....aur kal khud ba khud iska jawab mujhay mil gaya ....ye tou saal bhar say main bukhar ki sorat ik aalaao apnay sath le k phir rahi hon...mujhay isi ki garmaish nay tou zinda rakha howa hay....warna meray sard yakh basta wajood main itni garmi kahan say ati k main apna wajood uthaye ab tak phir rahi hon...pata nahi ye aalao dukhon ki tanhai ki aur murjhaey howay armano ki tapish say jal utha hay k ye meray maray howay wajood ko zinda rakhnay k liye mere Maula nay mujhay wadiyat kia hay... Maula k kam Maula he janay....... Fehmida Chaudhary 13th june 2013

Main nay hamaisha say kitabon main perha k rizq Allah deta hay....wo sub k naseeb ka utarta hay... aur ye bhi k us nay ye kam apnay hathon main is liye rakha k agar bandon k hathon main deta tou koi kisi dosray ko khanay ko na deta... per aisa hota kab hay....maine to hamaisha say he dekha k Allah k agay bhaik mangay bagair sub mil jata hay...per jab ye ikhtiar insan apnay hathon main lay le to ...wohi raziq wohi na Khuda hota hay...wohi hota hay phir....wo is nashay main is garoor main ye samajh bethta hay k qadir hay us say munsaliq logon ki pait ki dozak bharnay ka ...aur wo rok leta hay....wo raziq nahi hota per wo ban jata hay...usay un phoolon k murjhaye janay ka bhi kalaq nahi hota jin ko us nay khud apnay hathon lagaya tha..un phoolon ki rangat peeli paray k neeli...usko perwa kia...? usko apni nai duniya naye gulshan ka khumar cherha hota hay... Khumar tou her shaks ko hay yahan...kisi ko kuch honay ka khumar....tou kisi ko kuch na honay ka ahsas e mehroomi aur her khumar a...

Mujhay nahi pata us say mera kia rishta hay....log kehte hain andhairay maya hamara saya hamara aks bhi saath chore deta hay....per mujhay tou aisa kabhi bhi nahi laga....mera saya ....mera aks mujhay tou apnay ird gird he mandlata nazar ata hay....main hansti hon tou wo bhi hansta hay....main roti hon tou wo bhi malool ho jata hay...jab main asman ko pehron takti hon k koi asmani sahara he wahan say mujhay muskura k dekh lay tou meray dil k durd kuch kam ho jain tou us waqt bhi wo asman mai madoom hoti howi roshni walay sitaron main say aik sitaray main chamak k mujhay apni mojoodgi ka ahsas dilata hay....k tum tanha nahi ho main hon na....shayad us nay chand ko bhi meri kahani suna di hay...kyoon k wo bhi ab mujhay dekhta hay tou udas sa ho k badlon main ja chupta hay...shayad mujh say bachta phirta hay ya mera udas chehra us say dekha nahi jata....mera pehla dost ...mera gumkhawar ....ye chand he tha ....jab main baypanah udas hoti isay chat k konay main baith k pehron takti aur su...

Mujh pay wajib hay saaza e moat , mujhay phaansi lagwa do.. Umer ganwa di magar Maine raya'kariyan nahi seekhe....FC Pehlay main sirf moat ki tamana kerti thi per ab main dua kerti hon k mujhay aik kuttay wali moat milay...aiik ibrat nak moat....jo log meri terha khidmat e khalq k shauq main apnay ap ko is qadr madhosh ker laitay hain k unhain apni zaat ka ...apni zaat k haqooq ka , khud apnay ap k honay ka...yahan tak k apnay zinda honay ka bhi gumaan nahi hota....aur hosh ata hay tou ......bohat dair ho chuki hoti hay.....gaya waqt kab hath aya hay...tooti howi cheizain kab jurti hain....rondhi howi cheizain kab uth pati hain....soye howay log jag bhi jain tou unhain jaagne per bhi afsoos honay lagta hay.....Jo bhi shaks aya usne meri zindagi main meri zillat main apna apna hissa dala..magar janay kyoon ahsas mar gaye saray....aik moqa aisa bhi ata hay k hum kahin doob k mar jana chahte hain magar tab bhi dosron ki apnay se juri zarooriyat ki khatir apna lasha app apnay k...