Ye khush-mizaaj khush-rang gul kya keh rahe hain..dil tak paighaam kaise pahunche….jub ke yaadon may tak koi gul nahi hai..sab khaar hi khaar biche hain jaa baja…unhi ko gul maan kar hi tou qadam rakha tha…ab lahu kahaan kahaan se rasta raha kise khabar thi…paun tou bas apni raah per they..unhen to hai sirf chalna….dil ke band derwaze per jo dastak sunaii di…najane kya kya manzar dikhaye….mosamon ka aana jaana..in khushrang gulon ka itrana….lamhaati husn se arasta-o-pairasta waqt, kya tamaam dilon ko eksi khushi degaya ? khilkhilata ye mosam halaath ke tufaan se kitna be-khabar aur be-khauf tha….shaadabion per jub shabaab aata hai tou shaayed aisa hi alam hota hai…
Sabaa kho si gai in gulon ko chu kar…in ke anokhe ehsaas may kho kar…kitni tamaniyet bakhsh hai is lamha zindgi..jub mere haath inhen mehsus karte hain…ye husn zindgi ka samjha rahe hain…ye rang zindgi may bhar rahe hain..usne kitaab kholi..waan bhi ek gul tha…murjha kar bhi rang de raha tha…yaadon ka haseen pal…yehi rang uska gawah bhi…
Daanish hairanion ka ek aisa pal tha jo kabhi tamaam na ho saka…uski muskurati ankhen…uski roshan peshaani mashur kar gaii sabaa ko…aur vo kisi seher-zada ki tarha uske dil ke peeche holi thi…apna dil bhula baithi..bas usi ko khud may sada dhadakte dekha tha usne….Daanish uski kaifiyet se lutf-andoz hota…ye tayeshuda taqdeer ka lamha tha jo sabaa ki zindgi per chaa gaya….Daanish….tum kaun ho aakhir?
Ek mazhabi taqreeb may sabaa Daanish se mili….aur usne Daanish ko suna..bas useey sunti hi rahi…uske khayaalath itne khubsurat they ke zehen o-dil per chaspaan hogaye….phir pata nahi kub vo khud se bekhabar hui…jahaan khuda ko sunne lagta hai admi..wahaan aisa hi samaa hota hai…bas usne khuda ko suna…aur sunaane wale ne khuda ki mohabbat ke sath saath apni mohabbat may bhi rang liya…aur sabaa ki kaifiyet khud sabaa ke ekhtiaar may nahi thi…
"Sabaa..tumhara dil na tute isliye mai khamosh raha….mai tumhari mohabbat ka ehtraam karta hun…magar mai majboor hun…mai inkaari nahi hun is jazbe se jo tum se ho kar mujh se bhi guzra hai…magar socho..haasil ki ummid kahin ka na rakhegi..mohabbat misl-e-gul hai bas mehakti hai..mosamon ki tarha saath rehti hai..kitabon may gul ki tarha dil may mehfuz hojati hai…her mohabbat ka anjaam gulshan nahi hota..kabhi ye veranon ki bhi zeenath hai…magar mohabbat ek atal haqeeqat hai..jub kabhi gulon ke raaste se guzro ye yaad kar lena…mai inhi gulon ka ehsaas hun jo dilon ko milta hun….mai khud ke liye nahi khilta..mai in gulon may khilta hun"….
Mosamon ki tarha us se mulaqaaten raheen…tanhaii may bhi sirf uski baaten raheen….gulon se mohabbat pehle bhi thi…ab aqqdat hogaii..ab mosam-e-gul se sabaa ko mohabbat hogaii…ke vo inhi may tou shaamil tha…inhi may hai maujud….hawa usi ka paighaam laati thi..gulon may us ki mahak se milaati thi….hissiyaat ka daras they ye gul…
Sabaa….tum zindgi ka daras lo in gulon se…daras do un sabhi ko jo sirf apne liye hi khilte hain…jo kabhi kisi ko nahi milte….tum baras jaana bahaar ki tarha us dil per…jisne bahaaron ko sirf khwabon may dekha ho….tum gulshan hojana us dil ka jo gulon ke lams ko tarsa ho….ye ahaata-e-chaman dilon ki hadd hai…ye sehn-e-chaman tumhari kasoti hai..ye pholon ki kyaari tumhare karam ka phal hai…tum in sab se khubsurat ho…tum her dil ki zarurat ho..raaz-e-mohabbat jisne bhi samjha unhi ke hisse may ye gulistaan aaya…
Sabaa…ab in gulon se roz milti hai…
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