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...

Nasha

Kehte hain her nasha jo sar chad kar bolta hai vo kabhi na kabhi uterta zarur hai...waqti khumaar intizaar ka haamil nahi hota....kya kijiye in nadanon ka jo farar ki raahen laghuviyet may dhundte hain....zindgi ka maza badmaza shaye say kaise haasil hota hai...Gandagi gand hi phaila sakti hai....Ye fitur bhi kisi sadandh ki hi ikhtra hoga...log aakhir kya bhulaana chahte hain....jin halaath say roz saamna hota hai unsay aakhir muh kaise phera jasakta hai....vo ghum jo insaanon ki dain hain kya itne taqatwar hain ke insaan ko itna kamzor bana dete hain..ke vo aarzi sahaare dhundne lagta hai...rafta rafta usey in khokle sahaaron ki adat pad jaati hai...phir adat beemaari may badal jaati hai...aur ek beemaar dimagh aakhir koi sahi faisla kahaan kar sakega...Aur yon zindgi ji ka janjal ban jaati hai...na jeena raas aata hai na marna....Ek kamzor jad purey darakht ko hila kar rakh deti hai...vo shaaken jo isi darakht ke aasrey per tiki hoti hain aakhir unka kya qusur hai....sazayen tou unhi ko milti hain jinhen na saaya milta hai na sahaara....Aakhir ye madhosh samajh kyon nahi jaatey....ke ek marz ka ilaaj dusra marz nahi kar sakta...haqeeqaton ki kadwi goliyaan shifa ki raahen kholti hain.....tanbeeh bhari nigaahen hamesha sach bolti hain....Aapki asli rahnuma hoti hain...so sunen zara unhen ghaur say.....na ghabraayen khud apne hi shor say....

Hmmmmmmmmmm ye paimaane jo ayesh-kosh ke raahi hain, kisi ko deewana kaise bana sakte hain...Deewanon ke liye tou khaas nasha darkaar hota hai jo kisi maadi shaye ka mohtaj nahi hota...vo surur kisi insaani dimagh ki upaj nahi hota...vo tou atta hota hai....Vo jaam-e-farhat nazron say pilaaya jaata hai...Roohon may utaara jaata hai...jahaan jismon ko bhulaaya jaata hai.. Rahbar humrahi hota hai, roohen musafir...Bas ek lateef ehsaas hota hai khud ke adam hojaane ka...

Bas kuch dinon say haal aisa hai....na khayaal hai na gumaan hai....na hosh hai na apne hone ka nishaan hai..jis simt usne chala liya wahin mera makaan hai....ab zindgi kehti hai jo sunti hai...ke abhi daras baaqi hain, jaari hain, ke mai zinda hun abhi....

Mauqa

Auzu Billahi Mina shaitaan nirajim

    Bismilllahirahamaniraheem

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Aur kitne shaitaan baaqi hain ? Aur kitne imtihaan baaaqi hain...ek umr kati insay ladte ladte...ab  vo ek naye rishte may mil gaya hai...aur vo bhi ek aisa rishta jis say ladaii mumkin hi nahi...kyon ke vo rishta anek rishton may dhal gaya hai...aur vo rishte jinki hifazat ka zimma bhi khuda ne suprud kar rakha ho....aise may ye ladaii aur kathin hoti jaati hai...Khauf shaitaan ka nahi Rabul alameen say kiye huye waade ka hai...uski sonpi huii zimmedaarion ka hai...mubada koi kamzor lamha humen na le doobe....bas hisson ko bedaar rakhne ke liye zakhm harey rakhe jaate hain...

Shaitaan itni asaani say kahaan pehchaana jaata hai...jis ne bhi usey pehchaan liya usko vo aur satata hai...yaane ek challange hai uske liye bhi aur apne liye bhi...ke jo taar is khaar ko chu gaii ho usko ba-hifazat us say alag karne ki tag-o-dudh karna joo-e-sher laane say kum nahi...ab ye karnama bhi kar ke dekhenge...apni qismat azma kar hum bhi dekhenge....

Jub buraii ka wajud hai tou bhalaai us say bhi qawi-tar hoti hai....yehin Emaan ki pukhtagi ka sabut milta hai....Khuda bande ko ekhtiyaar dekar uska yon hi imtihaan leta hai...Aur apne hone ka saboot deta hai..vo na-fermaan takhlikh bhi meri thi jisey shaitaan kehte hain...aur uska wajud may aana mere fermanbardar makhlukh ki haqeeqat ko manzar-e-aam laana hai...

Sab shaitaan shaitaan kehte rahe...shaitaan ko pehchaana nahi...gar ek nazar apni belagaam kahishon ki taraf dekh lete unhen darperda unki lagaam thaame huye shaitaan nazar aate...inhi kahishon ne tou zulmatkade ki sair karaaii hai...warna ujaalon ki kumi nahi thi...vo ujaale jo sakun ke ameen they...jo mohabbaton ki dane they...unhi ojhal kardiya is andhi daud ne....nazar say her vo nazara chin liya jo wihdaniyet ka elaan tha..

Zindgi ek mauqa hai....khahishen dhoka hain...tou kyon na haqeeqat ko samajhne ki koshish ki jaaye..taake vo safeena haath lage jiske liye barson ki riyazat darkaar hoti hai....vo aapki ek saa-at ki soch say haasil hosakta hai...kuch pal apni zaat ki pehchaan ke, khuda ki hikmat ki pehchaan kara sakte hain...shaitaan ka asli roop dikha sakte hain...jisey sab ne hawwa bana rakha hai...aakhir vo hai kaun....Jo ye kehta phirta hai " arey deewano, mujhe pehchaano...mai hun kaun mai hun kaun " 

Mushkilon ko asaan karne ka naam hi mazhab hai....Deendaari ka matlab hi yehi hai asali raah ko pehchaanna...Ghaalib ka ye khayaal yehaan saadiq aata hai" jisko deen-o-dil hon azeez vo meri gali may aaye kyon" so humne khud ko nahi shaitaan ko mauqa dediya hamen pamaal karne ka....zindgi ne tou humen mauqa diya khud ko pehchaanne ka khuda ko raazi karne ka....hum ne apni fitrat bhuladi aur fitne ko jagah di...Aur us ek fitne ne zindgi ka her mauqa loot liya...jo humaare liye roz-e-azal say muntazar tha...

Uski rehmath say mayus hona kufar hai...jub ye khayaal aapke dil may ghar karle ke aap shaitaan ke narghe may ho tab khulus-e-dil say Rab ko pukaariye....khuda ko sadaq-e-dil say yaad kijiye....dekhiye phir uski kareemi ka jalwa....her vo dil aap per ayaan hojaayega jahaan andeshon ka andhera ho...Aur aap khud ko aur apni zindgi ko zarur ek aur mauqa dein......

Mohabbat ka qarz

yon tou zindgi ne hamesha hi majbur kiya....vo dekha jo na dekhna chaha, vo bhugta jiski kabhi tamanna hi nahi ki, shaayed yehi imtihaan tha, bande ki asli parakh inhi siffak palon say hoti rahi....banda bekhabri may apni fitrat say ladta rehta hai. usey gar ye khabar hoti tou shaayed apni fitrat ke taqaaze pure na kar paata...vo aarzi hota....masnuwaath say bharpur....khud say begaana...sirf ek banawati afsana.....haqeeqat ki khabar sirf usi ko hai jo imtihaan leta hai...aur jo imtihaan deta hai usey imtihaan ki tak khabar nahi hoti...isi bekhabri ke nataayej hain ye aane waale kal ke pal.....jinki ummid ke baghair hi guzar jaate hain ye jaate huye kal ke guzre huye pal....

Allah! Ab aur intizaar ki suli per na latka...ab tou ye khwab pura karde...ab tou koi kal sunehra karde...badi masumiyet say dil ne ye dua ki ...per dil kahaan ye jaanta tha ke duaon ki haqeeqat kya hai...aur dil ki zarurat kya hai...bas umr yon hi basar hoti hai....deewanepan may guzar hoti hai...so saba ne bhi aam dilon ki tarha maangta hua dil hi paaya...khahishen...khwab....umrbhar unhi ka dhudnti rahi jawaab.....pata hi nahi chala kub jawani aai....aur in jawan saalon ne bhi uske dil ke saath khilwad hi kiya...usey hamesha apni giraft may rakha....samjhne bujhne ki muhallath hi na di.....madhoshi naghma bani.....aur deewangi  ne hosh may aane hi na diya...bas ...zindgi yon hi kisi ke naam huii...yaane ek deewani ek khamoshi ka jaam huii...

Saba  sahi maanon may tab meheki jub usey apne raaz mile....usne apne chaman ke phulon say zindgi seekhi....ye phul us khamoshi ka phal they jo uske shor machaate huye sawalon ka pursukun jawab thi...jahaan zindgi teher gaii thi vo kinara bekaraan sunnata liye huye uske khwabon ke jazeeron ko safa-o-marwa bana raha tha.....usne apne nhanne munne gulon ko bade pyaar say seencha kyon ke maqsad-e-hayaath wahi they...khuda ka sonpa hua raaz yehi they....usme kisi qisam ki kotahi mumkin hi nahi thi....maali ka kaam seenchna tha....Maalik tou maali per nazar rakhe huye tha ke kya meri bakhshi huii amanath ki nigahbaani thik say hoti bhi hai k nahi....so saba ne apne farayez puri tarha nibhaaye....

Magar zindgi ko kuch aur sabaq manzur they....usne mukamal taareekh jo likhni thi....so halaath pesh huye.....ek gul ke hisse may saare chaman ki zimmedaari aaii...us gul ne apni tan mun ki baazi laga kar chaman ki hifazat ki..kahin koi kami na rakhi....dusra gul  usi gul ki aghosh may saja sanwra...aur saba us gul ki umrbhar ki ghulaam hoti gaii....us gul ka esaar meraaj paa chuka tha....us gul ke hisse may jitne bhi khaar ugey unhon ne saba ko lahu lahaan kiya....us gul ko tou vo bacha na saki...per uske riste zakhmon ka derd usne saha.....vo lahu jo us gul ki aankhon may munjamid ho chuka tha saba ki aankhon say tapakta raha....ye derd ka bojh kaise uter sakta tha.....ye qarz tha mohabbat ka...iski qeemat lagaai kaise jaasakti thi.....isey chupke chupke nibhaai jaati hai....us gul ka saath beshqeemti tha....warna dastur-e-waqt yehi tha chaman say gul ka bichad jaana...per ye gul  tou khuda ka tohfa tha...dua tha so dua hi bana raha...aur saba usi ke saath chaman chaman guzarti rahi...guzarti hai...guzarti rahegi....

Taaqab

Un nhanni munni aankhon may ajab chamak thi...........kub say apni dono baahen phailaaye us khusnuma titli ke taaqab may bhaage jaarahi thi vo...vo chote chote paaun thakan say na-ashna they...unhen hosh tha tou bas itna ke us rangon say arasta titli ko chu le....bas usey apne nhanne munne haathon may daboch le...phir usey udne na de...bas apna bana kar rakhe....kamsin khahish thi....aur kamsini haq rakhti thi machalne ka....khahishon ka peecha karne ka...so us ne apna moqadar jaane bina hi moqadar ko azmaaya....dono haathon may us titli ke siwa sab kuch haath aaya....per dil tou us titli ke liye machla tha.....uska chota sa dil  khahishon ke raley may peheli baar phisla tha..tab say vo bhagey jaa rahi thi...aur titli bhi.....na vo haath aai...na isne dum liya....

Aakhir ekdin usne us ke nerm paron ku chu hi liya....arey ye kya....ye rang uski haathon may aagaya tha....uske haath us ke rangon say rangeen hogaye they.....vo rang jo khwab ki tarha haath na aana chahte they aaj uski haathon ko range jaa rahe they....titli ne apne paron ko phailaaya...maano kah rahi ho...aao jitne rang chahe lelo mujh say...ke mai khahish hun tumhaari.....ye tum per munhasar hai....ke tum chahte kya ho.....tumhen is khushnuma titli ke rangon ka raaz maalum karna hai...ya in rangon ko haasil karna...dono suraton may use tou rang milne hi they.....ke  titliyon ka taaqab rang de hi jaata hai.....

Sawera keh raha tha jaago bhi ab.....jaagne ki musibat kon le ab...itni pyaari titliyaan jo theen khwab si khwab may....per dil ne kaha chaman ka sawera kuch aur hi rang hota hai...kyon na chaman le....sawere sawere....so chaman ki sair huii....phir wahi khushnuma titli rubaru thi...goya keh rahi ho aao mera peecha karo...per ab jub ke uske rang haath aagaye they.usey patta chal gaya tha.....vo rang jo chu lene say jhadne lagte hon un rangon say kya haasil....jin ki dilkashi pal do pal ki ho un say dil lagaane say kya haasil.

vo rang jo abadi hain qudrat ne her bani nu ko bakhshe hain....usey kisi aur rang ki bhala kyon ho justaju.....vo khud hi khalikh ka ek aisa rang hai jisey  jaanne ke liye khalikh ki ijazat chahiye...aur uski mehboob nazar chahiye......vo banda jo khud ek karishma hai qudrat ka usey bhala koi aur raaghib kaise karsakega.khalikh ke siwa. husn, husn may hi madgham ho jaayega. phir kahin aur nazar nahi aayega....

Darr

Ye kaisa darr tha jo sab ku dara raha tha..aakhir insani nafsiyaath ki ye girah khule tou kaise....kaun samjhaaye us ko jo samjhna hi nahi chahta...kyon ki samajhdari may kaii qasaare jo they....jaan bujh kar anjaan bane rehna lutf andoz hone ka mauqa tha....dusron ki kasmakash, hichkichahat ko unki kamzori maan kar hiz uthaana ek nafsiyati beemaari ke ilawa aur kya hosakta tha....magar vo zehen jis per perda pada hua ho vo bhala apne siwa dekhe bhi tou kya.....so khudi ke daayere say bahar niklne ka un ka bhi koi programme nahi tha...jinhen sab pyaar say Sughra bi bulaaya karte they....

BI Sughra apni noviyet ki ek hi theen....unhon ne apni ghar ki auraton say jo haasil kiya usi ko apnaya....vo ye bhul gayeen ke vo sab unhen kitna napasand tha, vo waqt jo unper bhaari tha usey halka karne ka ye mansuba unki aaqibat kharab karne per tula hua tha vo ye kahaan soch samajh paai theen....vo bhul gayeen ke unki buzurg khwateen apne waqton ki maari huii theen...aur ye un waqton ki zad may aai huii apne aane waale waqt ko wahi tohfa dena chahti theen jo unhi gaye waqt say mila tha.

Halaanke waqt ka taqaza tou ye tha ke gaye waqt say behtreen sabaq haasil kiye jaate aur aane waale waqt ko sanwaarte....per ye kotah dimaaghi ki aalatareen misaal thi ke faazil waqt ki tafreeh dusron ki zindgi ko nishaana banaa kar ki jaaye....unki hansti kehelti zindgi ko apni zeheni azudgi ki khaatir zad-o-kob kiya jaaye....

Ab aap sochte honge aakhir ye bi soghra ne aisa kiya kya hoga...jiski tamheed may itni nafsiyaati girahen kholi gayeen...tou haan tou dosto.....inke aala mansab ka wahed ezaaz inke bete they....jinhen inhon ne apni hukumat ka takht-o-taaj bana rakha tha....aur ye usme laal ban kar jud gaii theen...aur maare fakhar ke phule na samaateen theen....khuda ne karam kiya tha beton say nawaaz kar...aur bi soghra bete paa kar sitam karne per tul gaii theen....ab ye inki samajh ka pheir tha ya dimagh ka fitur..

Kehte hain jaisi Maa waise bache...yehaan bhi maamla kuch aisa hi tha..bachon ne maa ke vo rang dekhe jo zaahir they....andar chupi huii ek aur soghra bi ka unhen patta chalta bhi kaise....vo tou gaye waqton ki maari soghra thi....jo dabe paaun aane waale waqt ki taak may baithi theen..unke ladke bechaare apni qismat say anjaan aankhen moonde khuda rasul sllam ke fermaan per qaayem they...ye ek behtreen fale tha...magar maa apne ferz say muh phere baithi theen ..unhen sirf apne haq manwaane aatey they...unhon ne islaami shariyet ka yehi fayeda uthaaya ...apne beton ko gumraah karti raheen aur unhen haq say ghaafil kardiya....itne fermabardar bete aur haq say munharif ho kaise sakte they....maa ne unke akhlakh-o-adaat ka beda yon gharaq kiya  ke unhin apni soch ke mutabiq dhaal kar unki apni khud ki soch  say begaana kar diya...ek tarha say un teenon ko ek aurat ki kotah andeshi ney deewana kar diya.....

ek ek kar ke teenon ladkon ki shaadiyaa ki unhon ne.....peheli bahu ney apni maa ki hikmaton ko apna kar bi soghra ke panje say rihaii haasil karli....dusri bahu aai ...usey bi soghra ko samjhne may saal lage....usne apni raah li aur bi soghra ku nazar andaz kar ke jeena seekh liya...teesri bahu aai jo seedhi saadhi thi ...usne buzargon ki tazeem ko hamesha apna ferz samjha...yehaan tou shauhar ki maa theen...teesri bahu nadan nikli...ji haan ji haan karte karte usne khud ko faramosh kar diya....phir bhi soghra bi ke changeezi andaz may koi faraq nahi aaya...vo kabhi khush na hoteen na khushi ka izhaar karteen...naii naveli dulhan ka laad karne ki bajaaye apne naaz uthwaati rehteen...beta tha ke junnat haar jaane ke dar say apni biwi ke huquq talf kar raha tha..

".khuda ne ye junnat ka wada isliye nahi kiya tha ke uska banda us say ye junnat her qeemat per talab kare."..uski sherton may koi haqtalfi nahi thi...na hi na insaafi...uska tou seedha seedha hisaab hai...kar bhala tou ho bhala....yehaan ek aurat ki fitrat ne kaii auraton ki zindgi maliamate kar rakhi thi....aur us aurat ne apne maa hone ka naa jaayez faayeda uthaaya tha....usne apne ladkon ko badi khushaslubi say unki biwiyon ka haakim bana daala aur khud un per hukumat karti raheen...

Aap poochenge shauhar ka haakim hona kahaan ghalath hai....per hitleri tou ghalath hai na....taana shahi tou dhaandli hai na....unke raaj may biwi ko roti kapda aur makaan ke iwaz kaat ki gudiya bana liya gaya...jisey sirf" ji "kehne ki azadi thi...aur is tarha ek zee shaur ladki ka dum in ke darmyan pis kar ghutne laga.....uski aqal inkaari thi aur uska mizaj inkisaari tha....vo khamosh bhi thi aur beqarar bhi....

ye kasmakash khuda ko pasand na aai..usne is khamoshi ko shor may badalne ka intizaam kar daala....ab shor zaruri tha...kyon ki insaaniyet say be bahra huye logon ki samaa-aton per zarb lagana maqsood tha...usne apni hikmat ka anokha rang dikhaaya...ke khamoshi ko bhi bolna raas aagaya....haq ne jub apni awaaz uthaii tou zulm bilbila utha...uski ana per lagi kaari zarb ne usey bhadka diya....aakhirkaar ehsaas ke daras khul gaye....izhaar na sahi iqrar na sahi aankhon ki nadamat kaafi hogaii....muafi ek lamha hai...nadamat umrbhar ka ehsaas....jo bhulaaye nahi bhulne deta..khuda kare ke unki aage ki zindgi khushgawar guzre....aaiye aap aur hum dua karen...Ameen...

Ishq

Usney kaha mai ishq hun...maine kaha may josh hun...usne kaha mai rooh hun...maine kaha mai dil hi dil....vo hans pada...mai jub milunga tujh say tere hosh ud jaayenge...maine kaha dekh lenge hum dil ke baghair ashiq kub tak khair manaayenge.....waqi Ashiqi sabar-talab hai aur tamanna bezaar...magar sabar ki raahon per chalaane ke liye hi tou ishq dar aata hai zindgi may.....waqi ek aag ka darya hai aur doob ke jaana hai....yehhi samjha gaya hai vo.....mujhe chahna alag baat hai...mujhe khojna alag baat hai...hasrath may meri ansu bahaana alag baat hai.....mujhe khud may shaamil karna alag baat hai.....

muhabbat ke liye dil dhundh koi tutne waala

ye wo maye hai jise rakhte hain nazuk abginon mein 

Vo chahton ka ameen hai....vo deewanon ka muyeen hai.....vo gumrahon ka mubeen hai....vo ayin us waqt rubaru hota hai jub aap ki fitrat raasta badal rahi ho..aur apni dhadkanon ki zubaan ko sahi tarha say decode na kar paaya ho.. us waqt aapki fitrat ka taqaza samajhne waala aapki rahbari yon karta hai ke....rahbar khud ishq ki surat pesh hojaata hai....apne mehbub dil ki madad ke liye khud khuda madadgaar hojaata hai....aur ishq ke bhes may apne  pukaarne waale ke rubaru hojata hai...aur deewana bas jalwon may kho kar reh jaata hai....vo ehsaas jo donon ke darmyaan say perda utha day...us waqt tak nahi milta jub tak vo pehchaan ke marhale taye nahi kar leta...jub tak khudi say nikal kar khuda say jaa nahi milta.....yehi tou muamma hai....jisey hul karne may puri umr lag jaati hai ...aur ek adad dil ki shahadat bhi darkar hoti hai...ishq baghair esaar ke adhura hai....

Ishq ishq...haaye dil dil kehte rahe jo umrbhar....sohbat-e-ishq may rah kar bhi usey haasil na kar sakey....ke yehaan bekhudi makhsud nahi hai.....bulki khud tu maqsood hai....faqat teri talab maqsud hai...ke tu kya chahta hai...maye ke maye-khana....saaqi ke paimaana....

kholi hain zauq-e-deed ne ankhein teri to phir

har rahguzar mein naqsh-e-kaf-e-pay-e-yaar dekh