Ye Ishq Nahi Asaan

Najane vo kis ka muddua tha jo dua ban gaya....Kitaaben inhi tajrubaat ka hi natija hain...Ehsasaat jub tak seene may  rehte hain khoobsurat hote hain. Jub ye tahreer may dhalne ko machal uth-te hain tab ye rangeen hone lagte hain...Rangeen yon ke her padhne waali aankh unhen apne rang may dekhti hai. Yon ek rang mukhtalif rangon say jaa milta hai...Mohabbat sab say khoobsurat, sab say anokha, aur sab say besh-qeemat jazba hai..Her dil isey mukhtalif andaz may jeeta hai...Aur her dil ki ek alag kahaani hai...Aaj aap sab ke rubaru ek dil ki zubaani hai....

Mohabbat ne aakhir kub kisi ko bakhsha hai, vo her dil may dhadki hai, vo her arzoo may tadpi hai, vo her aankh may machli hai. vo Aah ban kar her lub say phisli hai..Haan magar mohabbat ki haqeeqat kitne jaan paaye hain..Kisi ki chah may khud ko tadpaaye rakhna, ya kisi ki arzu may apni hasti say juda hojaana, ya phir kisi ki hasrath may khud jal jal jaana....kya yehi mohabbat hai...Vo aag jo tan mun jhulsa de kya mohabbat ho sakti hai...Hijr ke geet kya mohabbat ke ehsaas ki sahee tashreeh kar paayenge....umhm...nahi aye bani Adam...mohabbat in naam nihaad dhakoslon ka naam nahi hai....Na hi kisi chonchle ka naam hai...Mohabbat tou bazaat-e-khud ek paighaam hai...jo ek dil say dusre dil tak nashar hota rehta hai..Aur ye un dilon ki saughaath hai jinki justaju ko jawaab bakhsha jaata hai....Aisi hi ek khushbakht ki daastaan hai ye....

Usey kya patta tha ke ye safar usey ek aisi raah per le jaane waala hai jiska  tassawur uske khwabon may tak na tha...Aankh khuli bhi thi aur mahu-e-khwab bhi....maano khud hi sawal ho khud hi jawab bhi...Gadi ki raftar hawason say ojhal thi...bas ek tajruba tha waqt..ek aisa tajruba jo aane waale kal ki tareekh banne waala tha...jo ek aise israar ka perda faash karne waala tha jo ta-zindgi fariyaal ko ek aisi haqeeqat ka shahid karne waala tha jo perda chahti hai azal say...is perde ke sarakne ka yehi maqsad ho sakta hai ke koi dil herkat may aaye...usey mohabbat ka asal mafhum samjhaaya jaaye...Mohabbat mohabbat pukaara kiye, jub us say mile tab apni haqeeqat tak bhul gaye....Hamla achanak hone waale waar ko hi kehte hain...so ye hamla shab-khoon to tha per uske nataayej deirpa they.Taumr ek aisa morikh inayet kar gaye jo rehte dum tak us lamhe ki tabligh karta rahega...

Ye kya herkat hui thi seene may...ye kaisi beqarari jaagi thi...ye kaisa ehsaas tha jo qurb may bhi hijr ke geet ga raha tha...vo paas ho kar bhi kitna door tha...us pehle lamhe se jo shikast khaai thi dil ne bas tilmila hi tou utha tha vo...jis tarha ek tifl apne pasandeeda khilone ke liye machal uth-ta hai bilkul usi tarha....per is ehsaas ki haqeeqat ko paana joo-e-sher laane say kum nahi tha...abhi tou pehla qadam tha...abhi raah taweel thi...abhi bahut kuch jhelna baaqi tha....dushwarion may hi tou faham-o-adrak ki raahen khulti hain....warna koi sunn zehen gar luzzaton may doob gaya phir kisi kaam ka nahi rehta....ye mushkilen hi tou us ko jagaaye rakhti hain...aur ye lazawal tadap ek aisa hurba hai jo her us dil per azmaaya jaata hai jo mohabbat mohabbat karta hai....

Vo lamhabhar may us lamhe say bichad gaii...us waqt vo ye kahaan jaanti thi ke jiske firaq may dum nikla jaraha tha, vo tou uske saath holiya tha, uska ehsaas ban kar, uski dhadkanon may jazb hogaya tha, uske her fale may poshida tha vo..zuban apni thi pyaam uska tha...jism apna tha ghulaam uska tha....Haan dil saaheb-e-dil ka muayina karne may masruf tha...ke aaya isne raaz-e-mohabbat paaya ke nahi...dooriyaan nazdeekiyaan, hijr-o-visaal, khahishen, derd, tadap, beqarariyaan, in sab ko aram us waqt mila jub baat samajh may aai....Mohabbat ki koi maang nahi hoti, na hi koi beqarari hai...mohabbat tou ek mukammal jazba hai, ek kaamil samjhdari hai...mohabbat pyaari hai...zarre zarre may jo jalwanuma hojaaye usey kahin dhunda nahi karte.....jo dum dum may rehte hon unke liye aahen nahi bharte...mohabbat jo karte hain koi shikwa nahi karte....

Mohabbat ek mukammal suprudgi hai...Mohabbat ek mukammal ibadat hai...Gar ye hawason pe bijliyan giraaye tou shararat hai, gar ye hawason may laaye tou inaayet hai...Gharz jis per iski haqeeqat khul jaaye samjho us say khuda ko mohabbat hai...

aaina-o-dil dono kehne hi ki baaten theen

teri hi tajalli thi aur tu hi muqabil tha

Kal bhi Aaj bhi...................

Jub uske rishte ki baat chali tab uske khayaal ne jast itni surrat say lagaii ke usey khwab aur haqeeqat may tameez hi na rahi...na ghaur karne ki muhallat hi mili...yon ek khwaab pareshaan mazeed pareshaan hone ke liye tayaar hone laga....Ab ye tou aap samajh hi gaye honge ke aqal-o-faham ka wahaan guzar hi nahi jahaan dil-e-nadaan ki arzoo ne jaal bicha rakha ho....So Rukhsaar ne apne rukhsaaron ki laali inhi ghaflathon ke naam ki.....apni deewangi ki yon subah-o-shaam ki.....Apne humsafar may usey kis cheez ki talaash thi ....usey kaisa humsafar chahiye tha...uske dil ki kya chahat thi...ye sab sirf is khayaal ne bhula diya ke uske sisakte subah-o-shaam ko naya asmaan milne waala tha.....uske ansune adhure jazbaat ko ek naii zameen milne waali thi....per vo bhul gaii thi ke aane waala kal aur kaii naye naye tajrubaat liye uska muntazar hai...

Yon ek deewani,kahaani huii....yon ek kahani andekhe andeshon ki zubaani huii..Log bhala vo nigah kahaan say paate jo haal  ka aane waala kal jaan leti..usi tarha Rukhsaar ke gharwaalon ne bhi tamaam andeshon ko balaa-e-taaq rakh kar Rukhsaar ka faisla kiya...Rukhsaar ki zehni kaifiyet ajib mod per thi....Aane waale pal sansani-khiz zaruru they per andeshon say bharpoor....usey kya patta tha ke uski yehi kasmakash usey humsafar ban ke mil gaii hai..Zindgi ko tou her haal may guzarna hota hai...Koii rukna chahe, koi mud jaana chahe bhi , uske ekhtiyar may kahaan hota hai uski lagaamen thaamna, uski raftaar ko rokna....uske bas may nahi hota....yehi bebasi zehni koft ka sabab banti hai...yehi zehni koft jadojahad ke maraahil taye karti huii ek zindadil hasti ko kaii hisson may baant deti hai..yon Rukhsaar but gaii apni hasti may....

Waqt ka carvan badhta raha....her pal kuch na kuch naya milwata raha....Rukhsaar ne apne tamaam khwabon ki tabeer apne bachon ko sonpi...Unme usne apne vo jazbaat widiyet kiye jo usne apnon may dekhna chahe they, jahaan usey vo na mil saka tha jiski vo mutlaashi thi...ek saada aur nafees mehekti huii zindgi...jiski khushbu nasal dar nasal muntaqal hoti rahe....Uski umrbhar ki yehi koshish rahi aur kamyaab bhi huii..Khudavand ne uski jahad ko qabul kiya aur Uski dua maqbul huii..

Zindgi waqt ke saath badalti hai,waqt ka alag hisaab rakhti hai...Phir usne waqt ki maang ansuni kardi...Usne apne siwa sab ke dil sune...Usne phir apni khushion ko peeche choda...uski aankhon may unki khushiyaan sitaara they jo uski aankhon ka taara they...Yon phir dil-e-nadaan ne khud ko manwa liya...Apne bachon ki zindgi ka faisla bhi dimagh say nahi dil say kiya...Aur phir say usne apni kotah andeshion ka phal paaya...Ab kya hosakta tha....usne apne Aqa ka ek wateera hamesha apnaya tha hamesha hi...wada nibhana....zubaan-o-dil ka paas rakhna ...kisi ki khushi ka khayaal rakhna...yon ek dil kaii dilon ki khushi ki chah may maara gaya....

Aaj vo kaii rishton may buti apni hasti say bichad gaii thi...Aaj vo apni Bahu ki Saas nahi thi...bulke vo aaj bhi bahu hi thi..kyon ki usne tou rishton ki taqdeer likhne waale say apne liye kisi buland rutbe ki khahish jo nahi ki thi......Na usey hukumat raas aasakti thi...ke uske mizaj ke ansar khushdil they...vo sab ko eksi chahat dena chahti thi...Aise may ye tou hona hi tha...Tamaam rishton ki ummiden us say yon wabasta hogayeen ke vo un ummidon ke darmyaan dub kar faramosh hogaii...Aur sab ku uski yon adat pad gaii ke unhon ne usey apni zindgi ka ek kalpurza bana liya...jisey na dil ki shikayet hosakti thi na jazbaat ki....

Vo bahu ban kar jub apne sasural gaii thi tab bhi usne yehi socha tha mohabbat say dil jeete jasakte hain...per vo dil jinka naam sasuraal hai ek aisa qila they jisey jazbe taskhir na karsakte they....phir bhi najaane kyon unse mohabbat kum na huii...yaane marz badhta gaya joon joon dawa ki....Jub apni baari aai sasuraal may tabdil hone ki tab bhi yehi khayal tha ke maine jo boya hai wahi phal dega.....magar yaan bhi ek faseel khadi mili...hisaab-o-kitaab ki chopdi thama di gaii...ke ye had teri hai...vo had meri hai..."Hamaara" tou kuch bhi nahi hai...Rukhsar ne tou saara jag jeetne ki tamanna ki thi...yehaan tou chund dil bhi na haath aaye...jinper uska haq tha unhon ne bhi usey uske haquq say mehroom kardiya....Ye khwab nahi tou kya hai jo haqeeqat say koson door lagta hai....

Jo hukumat usne kabhi sochi bhi na thi....vo un rishton ne usper ki jinhen khud may jazb karlene ki tamanna thi..Jinme apne ansar ke nishaan dekhe they unsay apne liye chund lamhe "apne say" chahe they usne...kya kabhi aisa bhi hoga...Hosakta hai..Gar Khuda chahe...