Mufahamat

jab us ka bosa leta tha cigarette ki bu nathnon mein ghus jati thi

main tambaku-noshi ko ek aib samajhta aaya hun

lekin ab main aadi hun, ye meri zat ka hissa hai

wo bhi mere danton ki bad-rangi se manus hai, in ki aadi hai

jab hum donon milte hain, lafzon se begana se ho jate hain

kamre mein kuchh sansen aur pasine ki bu, tanhai rah jati hai!

hum donon shayad murda hain ehsas ka chashma sukha hai

ya phir shayad aisa hai ye afsana bosida hai

dard-e-zeh se zist yunhi halkan taDapti rahti hai

nae masiha aate hain aur suli par chaDh jate hain

ek maTiyala insan safon ko chir ke aage baDhta hai aur mimbar se chillata hai

hum maslub ke waris hain ye KHun hamara wirsa hai

aur wo sab aadarsh, wo sab jo wajh-e-malamat Thahra tha

is maTiyale shaKHs ke gahre meade mein khup jata hai

phir tafsiron aur tawilon ki shakl mein bahar aata hai

ye tawilen majburon ka ek mauhum sahaara hain

ya shayad sab ka sahaara hain

yunhi mein aadarsh insan ka juya hun

sab hi sapne dekhte hain KHwabon mein hawa mein uDte hain

phir ek manzil aati hai jab phuT phuT kar rote hain

shaKHon ki tarah TuTte hain

ek ruh-e-jaan-o-dil ko jo duniya mein sab se baDh kar hai pa lete hain

phir us se nafrat karte hain go phir bhi mohabbat karte hain!

main us se nafrat karta hun wo mujh ko nich samajhti hai

lekin jab hum milte hain tanhai mein tariki mein

donon aise ho jate hain jaise aaghushta miTTi hain

nafrat zam ho jati hai ek sannaTa rah jata hai

sannaTa taKHliq-e-zamin ke baad jo har-su tari tha

hum donon TuTte rahte hain jaise hum kachchi shaKHen hain

KHwabon ka zikr nahin karte donon ne kabhi jo dekhte the

KHushiyon ka zikr nahin karte jo kab ki supurd-e-KHak huin

bas donon TuTte rahte hain

main baada-noshi par mail hun, wo cigarette piti rahti hai

ek sannaTe ki chadar mein hum donon lipTe jate hain

hum donon TuTte rahte hain jaise hum kachchi shaKHen hain!