𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐘𝐄

Waqt

Thaam kar yeh haath
ek vaada kiya usne,
Dekh meri aankhon mein
phir keh diya mujhse.
Chahe kuch bhi ho jaye
rahege tere saath,
Kyuki karte hai tujhse mohabbat behisaab.

Mujhe shayad woh pyaar jatana na aaye,
Tu naraaz ho jab
manana na aaye.
Phir bhi hasta tujhe dekh mere chehre par noor sa aa jaye,
Tere saath jo beete waqt,
Ek khoobsuarat yaad ban jaye.

Kehte hai prem ko samajhne ke liye jaruri nhi hota prem patro ko sambhalna. Na hi jaruri hai kisi din ko prem diwas ki tarah manana. Aur na hi jaruri hota hai prem kahaniyaan padhna ya phir prem mein kavitayein likhna. Balki jaruri hai toh bas un kahaniyon aur kavitayon mein prem ka hona.
Sameer Naina ki usi kahani aur kavita mein ab waqt tha guzre waqt ko yaad karne ka, prem ke sahi mayne ko samajhne ka.

A lady in her early fifties, draped in a light pink cotton saree, with a low hair bun, whose face undoubtedly had some wrinkles, but she looked as beautiful as always. Sitting on a study table, and gazing outsise through a huge window, probably at the first rays of the rising sun and to its changing colours or perhaps she was admiring the infinite sea situated in the heart of City of Dreams; Mumbai.
She picks up a pen and opens an old diary after caressing it softly, flipping several pages of it she come across to a blank new page. Wondering that only few pages were remaining now in the diary just like a number of few days or few years remains in a human life after attaining a certain age. Under the light of dawn, in the silence of the early morning, she pour her heart onto that blank page. And those words doesn't have to be as deep as the sea or as blissful as the sunrise. Since she never had to chase words, she never had to run behind them. That's what writing meant to her, to talk with it daily, to say those things that she couldn't say to anyone, and in doing so, she made her diary a character in itself that existed only for her.

Waqt..ajeeb hote hai iske khel. Umar ki seedhiyaan chadte hue yeh kab daud jata hai, hume khayaal hi nhi aata. Hum zindagi bhar kabhi cheezon mein toh kabhi logon mein khushiyaan dhund kar unhe qaid karne ki nakaam koshishe karte rehte hai magar jaise bandh mutthi se ret phisal hi jati hai..theek waise hi waqt bhi guzar jata hai. Khair rukta toh kuch bhi nhi, na hi woh nakaam koshishe aur na hi unka anjaam. Aur bhala ruke bhi kyu? Ghadiyo ko tod dene se waqt thodi rukta hai. Yeh toh chalta hi rehta hai..kuch yaadein sametta hua, kuch kisse lapetta hua, kuch sabak deta hua, aur kuch lamhe leta hua. Mujhe bhi kahan pata chala ki kab sab kuch is waqt ke saath itna aage badh gaya. Aankh jhapakte hi mano zindagi ki gaadi kuch aise daudi ki pata hi nhi chala ki kitne mukaam paar kar liye.
Mere bacche..Prem aur Maina..kab bacche nhi rhe, balki bahut bade ho gaye..na sirf kad mein, balki umar mein, akal mein. Na hi pata chala ki kab bado ka haath humare sir se uth gaya, unka saaya humse humesha ke liye chhuth gaya. Shayad isiliye kehte hai ki Maa-Baap ka sirf hona kisi daulat se kum nhi hai.

Naina removes her spectacles, and wipes her tears from the edge of her saree. Picking up a photo frame kept on the table, she saw her complete family, her parents, her parents like in-laws, her love, her kids, her pet standing in front of the valleys of Mount Abu. Caressing softly the picture with her fingertips, she then realized finally that what Time is all about and how dreadfully it can play with anyone.

Shayad yeh waqt aur iske khel aise hi hua karte hai, 15 saal pehle ki yeh tasveer aaj chahkar bhi pehle jaisi nhi ban sakti. Lekin itne saalon mein ek din bhi aisa nhi jata jab Mummy Papa aur Maa Papa, un chaaron ki yaad nhi aati aur aankhein paani se nhi bhar jati. Par phir aansoo ponchne padte hai kabhi khud ke, kabhi ek dusre ke..kyuki ab khud jo bade ho gaye hai.
Yeh waqt toh aisa hi hai..kabhi kuch naya de jata hai, toh kabhi kuch purana le jata hai. Humare Puchku ko bhi toh ek din le hi gaya tha yeh waqt apne saath. Aur chod gaya tha peeche dher saari yaadein jo bilkul uski tarah thi..Cuteness se bhari hui. Aur ek mashoor kahawat hai na, "those who truly love us never really leave us, they stay in our hearts".
Khair yeh waqt sirf deta ya leta nhi hai..balki bahut kuch badal bhi deta hai. Pichle 15 saalon mein isi waqt ne jitni hume aankhein num karne ki wajah di hai utni hi shayad dil se muskurane ki bhi. Kyuki waqt ki tarah hi zindagi bhi rukti ya thamti nhi hai. In beete saalon mein sabse sukoon dene wala pal jante hai kya tha..apne baccho ko, apne hi dil ke tukdo ko roz apni aankhon ke saamne badhte hue dekhna. Unka School se College tak ka safar dekhna. Kabhi thand mein Ice Cream khane par unhe daantna, toh kabhi Ice Cream hi khila kar unhe manate hue dekhna. School Bag aur Water Bottle uthane wale humare baccho ko Office Bag aur zimmedariyaan ka bojh uthate dekhna. Toh kabhi ek Chocolate par humare saamne bejhijak ro dene wale humare bacchon ko apni dosti tootne par raat mein takiya bhigote hue dekhna. TV par 24 ghante Tom and Jerry ki jagah News Channel par Business news ko dekhna. Park mein rides par jaane wali excitement ko Gym mein jakar Calories ghatane mein lage hue dekhna. Cinderella aur Mowgly wali bedtime stories ki jagah na jaane konsi bhasha ki na samajh mein aane wali web series ko dekhna.
Bahut kuch badla, bahut naye log shaamil hue humare baccho ki life mein lekin khushi hai toh is baat ki unke mann mein humari jagah aaj bhi vhi pehle jaisi barkarar hai. Woh pyaar aur izzat aaj bhi barkarar hai.