Meri Aarzoo

Khudgarz 1 hai woh, Ek baar woh tumse lag jaaye, To dene wale ki lamha lamha yaad dilata hai. Ziddi hai woh, Tum bhulna chaho usko, To woh naaraj ho jaata hai. Aur chilla-chilla ke apne hone ka ehsaas dilata hai, Phir bhi agar uspe dhyaan na do to, Naasoor ban tumse chipak jaata hai. Akela hai woh, Usse to bus do pal ka saath chahiye, Ek pyaar bhara subuk 2 lams 3 mil jaaye to, To woh chala jaata hai, Kissi aur humsafar ki justaju 4 main. Ajeeb hai woh, Kissi ko pyaar do, to woh tumse lipat jaata hai, Aur yeh hai ki pyaar pate hi chod jaata hai. Jazbaati 5 hai woh, Shayad yehi kehna chahta hai ki, Jisne isse diya hai, usko phir lauta dene se, Khudka dard kam na hoga. Jaate-jaate bhi yeh tumhare paas, Ek nishani chod jaata hai, Ki tum use kabhi bhula na pao Kuch baat hai isme, Dilchasp 6 hai yeh Zakhm!! 1 khudgarz – matlabi (selfish) 2 subuk – komal (soft) 3 lams – sparsh (touch) 4 justaju – talas...

Misra 1 -misra jod kar ek nazm 2 banti hai, Nazm ki apni hasti hoti hai, Woh kuch betukke alfazon 3 ki jugalbandi nahi, Woh ehsaason ki zindagi hoti hai. Woh ehasaas jo jeete bhi us nazm main hain Aur mar bhi jaate hain, Gumnaam, akele, tanha, duniya se bekhabar. Phir koi bhula bisra, Uss nazm ko apne haath mein leker, Uske alfazon ko sehlata hai, Uske  chuppe maayanon 4 ko mehsoos karta hai. Nazm ke misron ko dohrata hai, gungunata hai. Apni ahmiyat ko uss shakhs par chod, Nazm phir se zinda ho jaati hai Un ehsaason ko jee leti hai Hans leti hai , ro leti hai. Nazm ki apni hasti hoti hai, Woh ehsaason ki zindagi hoti hai. 1 misra – do panktiyaan (couplet) 2 nazm – kavita (poem) 3 alfazon – shabd (words) 4 mayanon – bhaav/arth (sense)

Ek raahi apni manzil ki talash main, Marusthala main bhatak raha tha, Badi mashaqat karta apni manzil paane ki, Par manzilein thi, jaise marusthala main mrig-trishna. Har peer-paigambar, saadhu-santh, Masjid- mandir ke saamne apna maatha tek aaya woh, Par jisse dil chahta tha woh mil nahi paaya. Ab to bus yeh aas laga baitha hai woh ki, Iss marusthala main kahin usse koi thikana mile, Jahan woh sukoon se kuch pal guzar sake, Koi musafir jisse woh apna humsafar bana sake. Musafir bahut aaye aur chale gaye, Humsafar banne se pehle hi unki rahein badal gayi. Toofan bhi aaye to uss mod pe, Jahan thehar woh apna aashiyana banane wala tha. Uske chotte se shamiyane ko ek jhonka uda le gaya, Chod gaya marubhumi main usse tanha, akela. Ab to usse yeh bhi pata nahi ki jaana kidhar hai, Hai koi dagar ya bhatakna idhar hai, Charon taraf hai ret hi ret. Umeed hai ki marusthala ke uss paar, Koi hoga intezaar main uske, Raahi to bus chalta jaa raha hai...