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Mitti ko mitti main mil ker qarar aye ga....

Hum sub mitti k banay hain,,,,kichar wali mitti....phir bhi khud ko aala samajhtay hain...bakamal samajtay hain....jhuknay main sharmatay hain...galtiyon ker k dandanatay phirtay hain...sachai ko jhatak detay hain ...achai ko bura aur burai ko acha kehtay hain....Garoor say gardan taan k chaltay hain ye sub bhool ker k ye zameen hum se her cheiz ka hisaab mangay gi...hum magan hain ...hum ahsaas bhi nahi kertay....

main bhi mitti ka putla hon....magar ahsaas mar gaye janay kyoon meray...ab kisi bhi baat ka , durd ka , ranj ka , judai ka, khushi ka.......ahsaas he nahi hota....

Duniya main tou kabhi na kisi say zehan mila na dil.....
phool ugati hon khaaar ugtay hain....
piyar deti hon nafratain pati hon....
aetibar deti hon...be-aetibari pati hon...
khushi deti hon...dukh pati hon...

Meri galti ye nahi k main saaf goo hon...meri sub say bari galti ye hay k mera double standard nahi hay....apnay liye kuch aur rules aur dosron k liye kuch aur....ye baat mujh se hazam he nahi hoti hay....bs sari uljhan yehi hay...

Mujh main aik aur bari kami bhi hay...main Ibnul waqt nahi hon....mujhay moqay say faida uthana nahi ata...aur agar ata bhi tou shayad main uthati nahi..ye dil jo sirf aur sirf mohabat ki laeey per dharakta hay ye kisi aur cheiz ki taraf khichta he nahi....

Main nay sabr o qarar ki bohat manzilain teh ki hain... giri...uthi...gir k phir uthi phir giri ...sambhal k chali phir giri per himmat nahi haari ....magar phir bhi mujhay lagta hay main is duniya main misfit hon...main yahan rehnay k qabil hon he nahi....main tou zaat ki mitti hon...siffhat ki mitti hon...aadaat ki mitti hon...mujhay pathreelay jahan main amaan kesay mil sakti hay....? kaisay....

Shayad....
Mujh mitti ki morat ko....
sirf
mitti main mil ker he qarar aye ga.....

Fehmida Chaudhary
21 August 2013

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