03-27-2006, 04:53 PM
hum zindagi ko kabhi kabhi dimagh se nahi dil se sochne pe majboor ho jate hain, ya shayad sochnay pe majboor nahi hote, magar ya koi andar baitha dil'o dimagh ki jang main dil ko jeetanay ki saii karta hai...humarey faislay jazbati hoo jate hain, aur akhir kar humain bad main uska khamyaza bhugatna parta hai....kabhi haar ki soorat, kabhi jeet ki manind... aur kabhi jeet ke bhi haar muqaddar thehrti hai...aur kaheen koi haar ke bhi jeet jata hai...ajab khail hai zindagi ke...baat thi dil'o dimagh ki....unkay faisloon ki...dil kiya hai? aik aisa piyalaa jis main sirf jazbay hain, muhabbat, nafrat, jalan, hasad...isi se woh labraiz hai...jahan dil ki baat ayegi to muhabbat ki bat khud ba khud chal niklaygi...hum muhabbat hi kiun karte hain?? kis se karte hain? yeh jazba her insaan ki zindagi main kisi na kisi sorat kiun shamil hota hai...insaan hi insaan se muhabbat kiun karta hai?? insaan ki fitrat to bewafa hai...chehre badal leta hai.. khud ko badal detaa hai...insaan khud sarabon ke dasht main khoo jata hai...aur wahi sarab, khawab bana kar dosrey ki ankhoon main saja jataa hai... agay nikal parta hai...apney na'tamam khawahishoon ko panay ki justaju main sagar sagar piyaas bujhata hai...phir bhi sehra rehta hai...dasht main bhatakta hai...muhabbatoon ke sarab ankhoon main liye jalta jata hai...saraboon ki khawahish main jo samnay hai, jisay hath barha ke tham sakta hai, kabhi usay bhi ganwa jata hai...kabhi kabhi hum apni hi khawahishon ki , muhabbatoon ki lash apne kandhay liye sehra sehra bhatakte jate hain...kabhi itni door nikal jatey hain ke wapsi ka rasta bhi nahi milta...zindagi ka rasta nahi milta ..khoo jatey hain....saraboon, khawahishoon main muhabat ki bat adhoori reh gai...insaanon se muhabbat adhoori hi to rehti hai...kabhi mukammil kaise ho...ke insaan ki zat khud mukammil nahi...phir kiun na thookar khaein, jab adhay adhoore logoon ki muhabbaton ke talabgaar thehrein...muhabbat dhooka hai, faraib hai , sarab hai, azab hai...magar kuch aur logon ki nazar main yehi muhabbat sirf aik insaan ko sari kainaat bana deti hai...us ik wajod main sara jahaan simat ataa hai...yeh muhabbatein dil main bas jayein to umeedein ban jati hain....ankhoon main khawab aan utarte hain...umeedein hum aisey insaan se karte hi kiun hian jis ka humain khud nahi pata hota ke woh shakhs bhi humari muhabbat ka utna hi talabgaar hai jitni piyas hum ko uski hai...magar shayad muhabbat ke paas umeed aur khawahish ke siwa koi rasta nahi...jo loog is umeed ke jazeeron pe poora utar jate hain khush'qismat kehlate hain...unki ankhoon ke khawab poorey hoo jatey hain...unhain sarabon se nijaat mil jati hai...magar kiya waqaii? main sochti hoon, kuch loog muhabbat karte hain sirf muhabbat ki taskeen ke liye, chahay janay ki khawahish main,,,kisi nafaa nuqsaan, kisi hasool'e yaar ki kahwahish se mubarra ho kar...kabhi muhabbat mil jaye to unhain sath nahi milta... kisi ko sath mil jaye to usay muhabbat nahi milti...kuch aisey rastoon ke musafir bhi hote hian jo sath paa kar bhi door hoo jatey hain...samandar ke do kinaroon ki terha zindagi bher sath chalte hain...magar door door...hum logon se muhabbat ki kiun karte hain....ujar jatey hain jo khawab to aisey rastoon ka safar hi kiun karte hain...janay kiun!!!
*aik be'rabt, be'mainii si tehreer*