Waada

Pehli Qisht
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Sawera hone ko hai..bas po phatne hi waali hai...vo kaali siyaah raat chat rahi hai.asmaan apne ujale sametne ko betaab dikhai deta hai.nerm howa ke jhonke koi baat suanana chahte hain.koi sune bhi..ye khubsurat parinde apni udaan per kitne masrur hain.aur rab ka shukur ada kar rahe hain apni chachahat se...ke unhen par mile perwaaz mili.aur un nhanne munne parindon ki nazron may ye duniya bilkul ek anaaj ka daana thi.jiske liye unhen koi tag-o-dud nahi karna thi.bas jub ji chaha unki dastaras may tha ye daana..suraj bas apni kiranen bikherne hi waala hai.shab bhar ki khamoshi apni kasalmandii utar phenkne ko beqarar hai.aur vo raha chaand pyaara...usey jana kahaan hai..vo bas raat bhar ki sangaton ki daastan khud may samaye muzmahal sa tak raha hai ke mere dosto ab tumhari baari hai...maine apni nibha daali...taaron ki ankhmicholi reh reh kar yaad arahi thi usey...sare jahaan ki hairaton ka wahed jawaab hai kainaat ka kaarsaz...uske anginat pehlu..uski lazwaal rehmat..aah..shab ki intiha dekhi..subha ki ibtida hai ab..

jaari rahega..
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Dusri qist
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Kitne mah-o-saal is subah ko tarsa hai dil…kitne shab-o-roz ghaflaton may guzaar diye….kitni shaamen uljhanon ki nazar kardeen..kitni subahen shamsi na hosakeen….aaj badi muddat ke baad is fajar se nazar mili hai….is haseen ujle asmaan tale khud ko pursukun paaya hai….hmmmmm isi sakun ki chah may dilon dilon bhatka tha dil…baad muddat ke patta chala jahaan ye mila vo apna tha dil….aaj ki suhani subah keh rahi hai aaj tujh per khuda meherbaan hua hai…barson se sawaal bani zindgi ka khud jawaab ban gaya hai…hmmm is se behter kya hosakta hai.ke khuda bande se khud kehde meri atta kya hai..itne din tune khud may nahi dekha khuda kya hai.zoha ki dabi dabi in muskurahaton may bhi wahi tou simat aaya hai…jub bhi ek perda serkta naya ehsaas koi milta..aur dil-o-zehen may roshni si phailti huii kya hai….wahi tou hai…jisne apni atta ko mukhtalif waseele bakhshe…aur ek murda dil may zindgi phunkne ka zimma unhen bakhsha…..isi tehreek ko hi tou marifat kehte hain….uski pehchaan aam nahi….vo un khaas nazron ka tohfa hai…jinke zimme ye kaam sonpa gaya hai…jo ehsaas ban kar dilon may milte hain….jinhen mil gaye unke dil phir kisi subah ke kisi ujale ke mohtaj nahi rehte….roshani ka safar…shuru hojaata hai….

Zoha ne likhte likhte ser uthaya…..ya Allah..usey apna wada yaad aaya….jo usne khud se kiya tha…ab koi subah adhuri nahi hogi..ab her subah se uski mulaqat rahegi…suraj ki pehli kiran se nazar milane ki tamanna ka maqsad sirf ek raha…saari duniya may roshani bikherta hua ye uski nazron ko bhi tou chum kar aaya hai…un nazron se hi tou zindgi mili hai…unhi se mulaqat ka waada hai ye subah….ye her naii subah….ye khubsurat sunehri subah….

jaari hai.....