Dosti

Uljhe uljhe rishton ke beech ek shafaf sa rishta,

Baghair kisi ummid-o-talab ke gehra sitah-e-aab sa rishta,

Ghum-e-zindgi ke andheron may mahtab sa rishta,

Yaqeen ki jaden mazbut karta shadaab sa rishta,

Kamaal un rishton may nahi jo khoon ke hain,wahaan tou unsiyet laazmi hai..

Ek ajnabi dil may ghar kar jaane waale ajnabi ki zaat se rag-e-jaan ki tarha jud jaata hai jub koi….wahan kitne khubsurat jazbe janam lete hain..aadmi ki zaat ko, uske etmaad ko mehka jaate hain. Tahnaii ko saathi,derd ko araam,tadap ko dilasa ban kar milta hai Dost.

Besakunion ka daur maangta hai sakun….derd maangta hai rishta….ghum chahte hain qarar…tanhaii khulus ki bhuki hai..dil Dosti ka khwahan hai..ek aisa dost jo dost ki aankh,kaan,dil,zubaan ban jaaye…hatta ke shareek-e-ehsaas ban jaaye…milte hain aise bhi Dost,jub khuda bande ko apni mohabbat bakhshna chahta hai..tab unhi doston ke khulus may apni mohabbat ka izhaar karta hai..apne hone ka elaan karta hai..derd ko darmaan karke vo yehi tou samjhana chahta hai ke koii us se behter,khoobter Dost nahi hum bandon ka..aur hum hain ke saare jahaan may bhatakte hain…bhatakte hain dasht-o-sehra may..kyon bhatakte hain khud apne andheron may..shaur ki nhanni si kiran gar hum per ashkaar hojaaye tou saari hikmat samjh may aajaaye…

Tumhi Ho Meri Ibteda.............

Ehsaas

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Ehsaas khuda ki amanat hain..

Ehsaas insaan hone ki zamanat hain…

Ehsaas na hon tou kisi bhi jazbe may koi husn nahi.

Ehsaas nah on tou kisi bhi rishte may koii pehlu-e-roghbat nahi.

Ehsaas hi ke dam se qayam hai insaan ki junnat..

Ehsaas hi tou raah-e-amal ke liye tayaar karte hain..

Ehsaas qudrat ka izhaar hain…

Ehsaas zindgi ka iqraar hain..

Ehsaas amal ke talabgaar hain..

Ehsaas ke dam se kaainaat ke manzar gul-o-gulzaar hain..

Gharz Ehsas na hon tou ye jahaan,jahaan waaley sab bekaar hain…..

Ehsaas aksar sahi waqt may insaan ko bedaar kartey hain...Ehsaas kabhi bade hi ajeeb rangon may milte hain..Admi jub apne aap se majbur ho kar koii qadam uthaane per jub tayyar hota hai,tab ye dil ka darwaza haule se khatkhataate hain..Aahista se halki si jharri bana kar jhaank lete hain..bas yehi ehsaas, ke uski humawaqt hum per nazar hai,qadam ko rok leta hai,zehan bedaar karta hai..tere faisley tere liye behter nahi hain…tu khud apna nahi hai..tu jis se wajud may aaya hai huma waqt usko teri fikr hai..jo tere haq may behter hai sirf usi ko khabar hai..so aye dil-e-muztar,zara teher,khayal kar ,uske khayaal ka,ehsaas ki tarha jo tere paas hai,jo saath hai ban kar tere sharf ka martaba , tu bas apna karam nibha..tu khud ko yaad rakh ke tujh may hai khuda…tere Ehsaas hi rahbar hain tere…tera rahbar tere saath hai…wahi denge tujhe teri manzil ka patta….

Ehsaas ka ek ankha safar,raah-e-ishq ki hai ibtida..

Ehsaas ki hi hai ye saahiri,majaz paaleta hai khuda…

Ehsaas ban kar hi tou milta hai zindgi ka muddua…

Her taraf ehsaas jalte hain kahin khanqa honk e charaghgaah…

Her dil ki hasrath kahe yehi ehsaas hi tou hain meri paanahgaah…

In hi ke sang meri ibtida…

Inhi se meri mohabbaton ki intihaa…

Be-Basi

Zindgi gar chund teherey huye palon ki kahaani hoti,Phir her kahaani suhaani hoti…Zindgi ka ehsaas tabhi hota hai jub khud ko zinda mehsus kare koii..Aur zinda hone ka ehsaas tabhi hota hai jub zindgi ki koi tahreek mahu-e-zindgi rakhe….warna mahu-e-khayaal ko zinda tassavur nahi kiya jaa sakta…khayaal khwaab ki dane hain..aur khwab hasrathon ka adhura safar taye kartey hain…bas wahin se ek kahani janam leti hai..ek dil jo zindgi jeena chahta ho jo uske dastaras may nahi..vo khwabon ke peeche chal padhta hai..un lamhon may apni arzu ji leta hai..

Log kehte hain khwab koshishon ka buniyaadi juz hote hain…jub tak khwab nahi hongey unhen pane ki jadojahad bhi nahi hogi..magar kuch khwab adhure hi khubsurat hote hain..kyonki vo aankhen jo adhure khwabon se hi mutmayeen hojaati hain vo jaanti hain apne khwabon ki haqeeqat…unki takmil ki khahish aur khwabon ke darmyaan ek haseen faseel khadi karke khud ko dayra-e-zabt may muhith kar lete hain.ye vo dil hain jo apni haden pehchaante hain.ye vo dil hain jo apna anjaam jante hain…ye vo dil hain jo apna inaam jaante hain…

Jahaan kisi ka khwabon may basera hota hai uska her daur sunehra hota hai…duniya-o-mafeha se bekhabar apne khwabon ki nazar hojaata hai…khwab haqeeqaton may dhalne lagte hain aur haqeeqaten khwaab si lagne lagti hain..waqt khwabon may simat kar apni chaal bhul jaata hai ..wahin unhi teherey huye palon may koi daastaan banney lagti hai…khwaab apni shiddat rakhte hain..haqeqaton ko khud may lapet lete hain..aur haqeeqaten faramosh kar di jaati hain..aur khwab junun may badalne lagte hain.

In Khwabon ki koi manzil nahi hoti..inki tabir ka koi khwaab nahi hota…ke vo dil jaante hain apni khahish ka anjaam….magar ek aisi duniya bana lete hain ye jahaan sab kuch unki arzu ka aks sa hota hai..aur ye deewangi nasha hojati hai…aur ye nasha zindgi ko shadaab karne lagta hai….vo nasha jo khayal se khwab tak ke safar ka haasil ho…derpaa nahi hota…jub tut-ta hai tou phir pairon tale zameen tak nahi chodta….dono suraton may khwab zakhmi hojaate hain…sisakte huye pal apni nadanion per khul kar ro bhi nahi paate….ansuvon ka bhi haq nahi hota…badi be-basi hoti hai..halaath,jazbaat ,sirf sadmaath may dhal kar reh jaate hain….

Nafsiyaati hamla hota hai un naazuk palon per jo teher kar bhi teher nahi paatey…vo hurf-e-ghalth ki tarha mitaa diye jaate hain un zehnon se jo apni safaii may kuch kehne ka mauqa haasil nahi kar paatey…apni safaii ke liye tayaar kurda daleelen khokli lagne lagti hain…kahaan ghalath hain hum…arzu gunaah nahi..khwaab jurm nahi…hasraton ki koi saza nahi…haan ye khud feramoshi ka hi kamaal hai..in sunnaton may,in khamosh palon may in be-hiss lamhon may….Kuch bhi tou apna nahi lagta..na khwab na haqeeqat…………..

Ek sitara qismat ka

Qismat ! aksar soii huii qismat apni taweel shab se uktaii huii ek subah ki muntazar hoti hai..ek aisi subah jis se aankh mila kar usko yaqeen hojaaye ke ye wahi hai jiska mujhe intizaar raha hai kub se…sadion saalon zamaanon se….ek khushaaind zindgi ka khwaab…her dil inhi khwaabon ka jawaab talaashta hua…apni qismat ki ore dekhe jaata hai…koshishon ki kamyaabi ka zaamin bhi qismat..mayus ujdi huii shaam ka dilaasa bhi qismat…ek be-shara ka sahaara bhi qismat…ek kaali shab ka sitaara hai qismat…ek saawaali dil ka naara hai qismat….ek ummid ek sahara hai qismat..kaatib ke haath jub qismat likhte honge tab in anginnat mukhtalif taqdeeron ke faislon per kitna roye honge kitna masrur huye honge najaane apne ahkaam bajaa laatey waqt ek lamhe ko bhi ye khayaal aaya ho, hikmat ne qismat ki samjh kitnon ko bakhshi hogi?…hakeemi, kareemi ki taraf maayel hone may jo waqfa lagaati hai wahin ruki tehri ek-tak dekhe jaati hai qismat…kitnon ki khahish hai ye ke agar kabhi ye mujhe il jaaye tou “puchenge apna haal teri be-basi se hum”

Tarranum ki taangen bus ke intizaar may shull hochuki theen…ye rozmara ka maamul tha..in laambi laambi linon may buson ka intizaar karna…aur un linon may usi ki tarha muntazar musafiron ke chehre padhna..aksar chehre kitaab hote hain…qismat apni lakeeron ka jaal unke chehron per hi bunn deti hai…tarranum ko apna aap un lakeeron may gum hota dekhaii deta…mai kahaan hun in lakeeron may…ye lakeeren abhi mujhse koson door hain…qismat abhi mere haal per meherbaan hai…ye saari kaali parchaaiyaan in gehri aankhon ki chilmanon taale chupaali hain..abhi mujh per qismat ki karwaton ka koi asar nahi hua hai….vo is bheed may khud ko gum na karsaki..bas unhen chupke se dekha karti aur socha karti” kaash Aye Maalik, mai tujhse sabki khushiyaan maang sakti…maangun bhi tou unki takmil ka waada talab karsakti…soch ki perwaaz bas yehin tak tou hai…khayaalon ka safar apni bulandiyaan taaye tou karleta hai…per aankh khulte hi jitni surrat ke saath paspaai ka saamna karta hai vo koi ehsaas baaqi rehne nahi deta…bas inhi sochon may ghaltaan line may aage badhti rahi.

Bus jaise hi dikhaii di sabke chere khil gaye…ab tou awaam-un-naas ke khidmat-gaaron ke khokle daawon may bhi koii dam nahi raha…bas voton ke haasil karne tak zubani naaron may simat kar reh gaii thi awaam ki qismat.. ab unki ankhon may koii ummid kal ki nahi…ke vo kal isi aaj ka hi janma hua hoga..aur saare shobon ki tarha transportation ka shoba bhi apni misaal aap tha..jub pura mulk hi beraahrawi ka shikaar hai tou mai kyon nahi….mujhe kya log dhoop may sukhen ya chal chal maren…so buson ka apne tayeshuda waqt per aana tauheen samjha jaane laga hai..aur log tou intizaar ke aadi hote hain…ek aur intizaar ye bhi sahi…ye afratafri roz ka maamul tha…badhawas pareshaan log apne hawason may kahaan hote hain….aur tarranum ki majburi ye thi ke is dhakam-dhakka bheed may khud ko bacha kar sawaar hona aur apni manzil tak pahunchna…

Tarrannum ne bachpan ka khubsurat chehra khud may mehfuz rakha tha ab tak…halaath tou soch per munhasar hote hain.insaan ka dil jis andaz se zindgi ko mehsus karna chahe…zindgi usey waise hi lagti hai..usey tou ye zindgi, sirf ek baar milne waali zindgi ,niyamat hi lagi…haseen…be-panaah khubsurat…her lamha jazbon se bharpur….her surat chahe jaane ke qaabil..aaj ka taqaza bhi manzur karna tha usey kal ki sherton ki tarha…uske jawaan hauslon ke saathi yehi tou they….vo khayaal jahaan hama-waqt ek sergoshi gunja karti…aas paas bikhre in chehron per,in be-jaan aankhon may,apni zindi phunk de…jahaan khushion ka besh-baha khazana Qaliq ne poshida rakh diya tha..zindgi yehi kehti rahi.. ye Duniya ek kasmakash hai..jo is se bach kar nikal gaya vo kahaan jiya…jo inhi se apni raah paa gaaya wahi ji gaya…bas vo bhi jiye jaarahi thi kasmaksh-e-zindgi ke her baab se kuch na kuch haasil karte huye….

Safar ko tou taye hona hota hai..vo kahan qismaton ka haal jaanne ki haisiyet rakhta hai..ek sitaara kub se tarranum ki qismat per rashk kiye jaaraha tha…aakhir is dil may khuda ne aisa kya rakh diya hai ..jo isey meri zarurat nahi hai…ye tou wahi hai jo usne adam ke seene may rakhi…ye wahi hai jo khud Rab ne apne liye moqadar ki…ye wahi hai jo isne apne bandon ko qismat ke iwaz inaayet ki…Mohabbat ko ibadaat banaa daala…aur khud mohabbat ban baitha…is se khubsurat khuda bande ki chahat kya hosakti hai..

Tarrannum zindgi ke her moqam per khush-o-khurram dikhaii di..usne apni zindgi aas paas bikhre her rishte ke labon per saja daali..vo rishte jo bas bantey chale gaye vo samete chali gaii….unka silsila ab tak jaari hai…jaari rahega….Insha Allah...

Zindgi tu mojza hai haadisa nahi

Ye un dino ki baat hai jub mushkilon ki musafaton ne thaka rakha tha…aur humne us waqt waqi derd ka naam dava rakha tha….Sach…inhi se udasion ko qarar mil jata tha…inhi se mushkilon ko araam aajata tha….tanhaiion ko saathi mil jaata tha..Ghum-e-zindgi jub humsafar hojaaye phir safar ka patta nahi chalta….bas humne bhi unhi se yaari karli thi…aur unhon ne humse wada-e-wafa nibhaya bhi..…..khuda ne jub ye majra dekha…thakey mayus zehnon ke andar ek justaju jo abhi baaqi thi, wahi uske nazar-e-iltifat ka baayes ban gaii…Maabud ne apni hikmat ko amli jama pehnaya…..

April ki ek subah itni karishmati hogi kisey khabar thi…mehmanon ko lene station jana tha…us waqt ye kahaan jaante they ke aaj ka ye din sunehre hurfon se likha jaa chuka hai..aaj ka ye din ek gumnaam dil ko koii nisbat bakhshne waala hai..aur vo nisabat….ek aisa baab likhne waali thi jiska unwaan khud khuda ne chuna tha.

Mehmanon ke humraah ek naya chehra nazar aaya…baa-roub,be-niyaaz,pu-rwiqaar, roshan….us waqt nazar be-hijab na thi, so darun manzar tak rasaai na hosaki....phir bhi adab ka moqam barqarar tha..baad dua salaam un saaheb ko bhi lunch per invite kiya…mere mehmaan unki taraf ba-adab-o-ehtraam jawab-talab nazron se dekhne lage….unhon ne sarsari taur per kaha” insha Allah aayenge” Per Khuda ne chaha aur vo lunch per deegar mehmaanon ke saath hamare ghar tashreef laaye…jub vo hamare ghar may daakhil huye mujhe us subah ka ujaala mazeed roshan hota dikhai diya…us germ dopahar may shabnami thandak shaamil hogaii….aur saakt dilon may ek khushi ki leher uthi…ek aisi khushi jo abadi sakun ki peshin-goii thi. Us din ek be-niyaaz ne dusre be-niyaaz ko niyaaz-mand kar diya …

Unhen sun kar aisa laga goya sama-aten abhi tak apni sama-at ke haq se mehroom theen…Goya unhen jis baazgasht ka intizaar tha vo aaj goonji hai…Vo Jamaal gawah tha ke ye baatin ki dane hai..hum sab bas unhen sunte rahe..achanak unki nazar mujh per padi..us ba-tabbassum nazar may meri talaash ki manzil thi,raah-e-shauq,ishq-e-haqeeqi ki nishan-dahi thi …mai jo ek saada si khud may gum rehne waali abhi tak shahadat-e-karam se mehroom insaan thi..unki nazron se jaise hi nazar mili yaqeen jaaniye vo kya tha ke, ek bijli si dil may kondi…ek kapkapi si rooh per taari hogaii…ji haan jism per nahi…rooh per…khuda gawaah hai ye haqeeqat hai,haq paraston ki jaanib se atta huii hai…haq-parasti ko maslak bana gaii hai…jub saadiq logon ki sohbat nasib hoti hai tou khud bakhud unka sadq gawaah hojata hai us purnoor jazbe ka jo musaaheb ke andar paida hota hai,nashonuma paata hai..phal phul kar phal dene lagta hai..vo phal phir kahin apna beej bote hain..phir kahin ek taanawar shajar oog aata hai…ye ek aisa silsila-e-tabligh hai jahaan lafzon se nahi nigaahon se,roohaani sohbaton se kaam liya jaata hai…jahaan ehsaaas apni manzilen tayye karte hain…

Unki amad ne meri zindgi ka zaviya hi badal kar rakh diya…unki be-loos rahbari ne mujh may ek nai zindgi phoonk di…kal talak safar sirf safar tha,ab zaad-e safar bhi saath hogaya…lihaza jub bhi Allah ke kisi nek bande se mulaqaat ho tou samjh lena chahiye ke sharf Khuda ki taraf se bande ko baar baar bakhsha jaata hai..aur bande ko lamha-e-faiz kub nasib hojaaye ye sirf aur sirf us zaat-e-paak ki marzi per munhasar hai.

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.....

Ummid

Ummid yaqeen se juda hua jazba hai..gar yaqeen na ho tou ummid kahaan…vo kehte hain na ummid-o-beem ki halaath ...is kasmaksh may banda na idher ka rehta hai na udher ka…so gar ummid ka daman thaame rakhna ho tou pehle apne yaqeen ko mazbut karna hoga….pas-o-pesh may pade huye jazbaat raah bhatka jaate hain.ummid ki pehli seedhi mohabbat hai…..dusri yaqeen…..mohabbat karne wala dil hazar badgumanion ke bawajud yaqeen ko thaame rakhta hai…ummid ka safar karta hai….ye bhi kuch aise hi dilon ka fasana hai….jinhen zamaane ne sab kuch diya is ek yaqeen ke siwa….her nazar adakar..her rishta stage ……her zubaan dorangi…her lafz masnawi….ek aisa hi drama hai zindgi…..yehaan ache achon ko stage per paaya hai..jinse samaaji iqtedaron ki bagdor sanbhalne ki ummid thi…vo bhi is stage per nazar aane lage hain….banda sada se khuda ke karam ka mutlashi…in gumraah dilon may hidayet ki kiran khojta…mayusion may dubta…kabhi na khatam hone wale intizaar ka safar jaari rakhta hua….us ummid ki taraf dekhe jaata hai jiski buniyaadi haqeeqat bas itni hai….ummid ke liye kyon talaash kare tu kisi ka dil…koii nazar….gar ummid ka matlab jaanta hai dil…tu banjaa ummid ka nishaan…koii aisa jahaan…jahaan markaz ummid ka rahe tera hi dil…..gar aisa hogaya…..tou jaan le tujhe tera yaqeen mil gaya…tere hausle hojayenge jawaan…teri ummiden ban jaayengi sab ki ummidon ka jahaan….sirf chahne se gar koi baat banti agar…tere ghar pe hi mil jaate tujhe charagarh….do qadam tou badha..kuch door chal tou sahi…ek charagh tou jala…khud ko bhul jaa…dekh jabaja…kitne charagh jal uthey…ek ummid ka dia…tujhe roshan kar hi gaya……

ilaahii kamayabii rahnuma ho
koii ummiid-vaaraana chala hai