Us din namak,
mohabbat se zyada bol utha.
Us ki zubaan par thehra,
magar seedha us ke dil tak utar gaya.
Woh bina khana khaye chala gaya,
ghussa apne kandhon par odhe,
aur woh rasoi mein khari reh gayi,
ek maafi ko apni mutthi mein liye,
jo abhi lafzon mein dhalna baaqi thi.
Din bhar us ki calls
us ka peecha karti rahin.
meetings ke darmiyan,
sheeshay ki deewaron ke paar,
masroofiyat ke jhoote bahano ke beech.
"Disturb mat karo."
Bas itna sa paighaam aaya,
aur ek rishta
intezaar karna seekh gaya.
Shaam tak us ki awaaz
thak kar dheemi ho chuki thi.
"Mujhe tanhaai ghutan si lag rahi hai...
Aaj agar ho sake,
toh jaldi ghar aa jana."
Us ne dard ko drama samjha,
aur khamoshi ko apni jeet.
"Main apne waqt par hi aaunga."
Phone kata...
aur saath hi kuch aur bhi.
Raat use aahista se ghar le aayi.
Ghar ab bhi us se mohabbat karta tha.
Us ka pasandeeda khana
ab bhi garam tha.
Us ke kapray
umeed ki tarah
suljhe hue intezaar kar rahe thay.
Us ke paas
ek mura hua kaaghaz pada tha...
jaise lafzon ko bhi darr ho
ke kahin woh bahut zyada chubh na jaayen.
"Mere seene mein khanjar utaar do,
aur main tumhare haathon par lage khoon ki maafi maang loon.
Mujhe poori tarah badal do,
aur main tum se mohabbat ki umeed rakhne ki maafi maang loon.
Meri zindagi bikher do,
aur main tumhara waqt zaya karne par sharminda ho jaun.
Raaste mein mera haath chhod do,
aur main dheere chalne ki khata apni maan loon.
Mujhe maaf kar do... meri jaan.
Main sirf tumhari biwi hoon.
Agar tum kaho...
toh apni jaan bhi tumhare naam kar doon."
Us ke baad woh roya..
waise nahi
jaise aadmi dard mein rote hain,
balki waise
jaise woh us mohabbat ke liye rote hain
jise samajhne mein der ho gayi ho.
Us ki siskiyon ne
deewarein hila di,
magar maut
pachtawe ki awaaz nahi sunti.
Kamra sun raha tha.
Deewarein sun rahi thin.
Magar woh...
woh na sun saki.
Kyun ke kuch auratein
itni khamoshi se mohabbat karti hain,
ke tootne ki awaaz bhi
apne saath le jaati hain.
Aur kuch pachtawe...
ghar tab lautte hain,
jab darwaze ke doosri taraf
intezaar nahi,
sirf khamoshi baaqi reh jaati hai.
Aakhir mein...
sirf namak reh gaya..
khane mein,
us ki aankhon ke aansuon mein,
aur us mohabbat mein
jo samajh to aa gayi...
magar
bahut der se.
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