“Woh kahani nahi thi… ek jazba tha,
Jise na mohabbat keh payi, na duniya samajh payi…”

Kuch lafz zubaan tak kabhi nahi pahunchte…
Woh sirf kalam ki syaahi bante hain —
Aur kuch dard, bas tanhaiyon ke kaagaz pe girte hain.

16 ki umar thi…
Lekin us dil ne uss waqt tak sau baar dhadakna seekh liya tha,
Jab aankhon ne pehli baar usse dekha tha —
Ek chhoti si gaon ki gali thi,
Jahan ek ladki har roz meri subah ka asar ban jaati thi.

Naam lena nahi aata tha us waqt…
Bas aankhon se poora sheher dekh leta tha uske chehre mein.
Usse har roz dekhna, bina kuch kehna…
Woh meri aadat thi, meri khushi thi, mera likhne ka sabab thi.

Phir ek din, jazbaat ne zubaan se inkaar kiya,
Aur kalam ne haan keh diya.

Ek khat likha…
Usmein kuch lafz nahi, ek poori duniya thi.
Apna pehla jazbaat likha…
Aur uske sath ek photo bhej diya,
Jise chhup chhup ke liya tha —
Na uske bina mein raha tha,
Na uski yaadon ke bina likhna aata tha.

Woh meri zindagi ki pehli kavita thi,
Jise maine kabhi mehsoos kiya,
Par keh nahi paaya.

Aur fir… usne bhi likha.
Woh pal nahi tha… ek kahaani thi.
Do dil — jo lafzon ke zariye pehli baar mile the,
Bina gale milke bhi, ek ehsaas ban gaye the.

Waqt guzarta gaya.
Main sheher chala gaya…
Sapne lekar, lekin ek kahani wahi chhod aaya tha.
Us gaon ke kone mein ek khidki thi,
Jahan se har roz uska intezaar karta tha.

Phir ek din, purani kitaab khuli…
Aur uske andar wohi jazbaat mile —
Jinhe maine sirf socha tha, likha nahi tha.
Woh pal tha —
Jab kalam ne sirf lafz nahi, dil likhna shuru kiya.

Us din samjha…

“Yeh kahani nahi… yeh jazbaat likh diye maine,
Pyaar mein maine ek duniya chhod di…
Aur khudko kaagaz pe jod diya.”

Lekin mohabbat sirf milna nahi hota…
Kabhi kabhi mohabbat mein sirf dooriyon ka wazan hota hai.

Jab duniya ne tohda,
Uske gharwaale samajh na paaye…
Jab gaon jaana mana ho gaya,
Tab bhi —
Mere lafz mere saath the…
Pyaar bhi mera tha.

Woh ab bhi wahi thi —
Gaon mein.
Aur main sheher mein —
Lekin dono ke beech ek kitaab likhi ja chuki thi.

Main ne socha,
“Agar duniya meri kahani nahi samjhegi,
Toh main kyun na usse likh doon…”

Aur wahi se meri kahani ka asli safar shuru hua…

Har panne mein uski ek muskurahat thi,
Aur har safhe mein ek aankh bhar aayi thi.
Mujhe sirf shabdon ne samjha,
Aur kalam mera dost ban gaya.

Har roz ek nayi kavita likhta,
Jismein woh hoti thi —
Lekin naam kabhi nahi likha,
Bas uski aankhon ka rang likha,
Uske baalon ka swayam geet likha,
Aur uski hansi ka ehsaas likha.

Main ne samjha…
Jo jazbaat hum keh nahi paate,
Woh shabdon ke saaye mein panah le lete hain.

Woh kitaab meri rooh ban gayi…
Ek aisi rooh jo har roz usse milti thi,
Jab bhi koi panna khulta tha.

“Woh ladai thi jo mohabbat ban gayi,
Woh aankhon ki tazgi thi,
Jo meri zindagi ki nishani ban gayi…”

Shabd mere jazbaat ban gaye.
Aur main ek likhne waala ho gaya —
Jo mohabbat se nahi,
Mohabbat ke zakhmon se paida hua tha.

Aaj bhi,
Jab koi us kitaab ka safha padhta hai,
Woh bas ek prem kahani nahi padhta —
Woh meri rooh ko mehsoos karta hai.

Kyunki yeh likha hua prem nahi tha,
Yeh likha gaya dard tha…
Jo bol nahi sakta tha,
Par har shabd ke beech cheekh raha tha.

Jis tarah kuch aansu aankhon se nahi girte,
Woh andar hi andar jalte hain…
Waise hi kuch prem kahaniyaan
Shabdon mein nahi —
Kalam ki khaamoshi mein likhi jaati hain.

Aur har likha hua lafz…
Ek adhura milan tha,
Jo har baar padhkar poora ho jaata hai…

“Jab Mohabbat Kalam Ban Gayi…”
Us din ke baad, pyaar ki tasveer badal gayi,
Woh gaon ki galiyan ab yaadon ka sheher ban gayi.
Jisme har mod pe uski muskaan rehti thi,
Aur har khamoshi mein uski awaaz kehthi thi.

Sheher ki bheed thi, magar dil usi chhoti gali mein atka tha,
Jahan pehla khat likha tha, aur mohabbat kalam ban chuka tha.
Sab keh rahe the "aage badh ja,"
Par kaise samjhaata ki kuch log sirf yaadon mein hi ache basee thee

Har raat ka lamhaa panno pr uske zikar me guzarta tha
Usne shayad kabhi socha bhi na ho ki
Kisi ka sabse gehra pyaar, uske bina hi zinaa padd gya

Aur ab,
Mohabbat zubaan ki panno pr hi reh gai
Uske aankhon ka noor — ab mere dil me
Basaaya hi reh gyaa
Woh jo hokar bhi ,kismat se dur hei
Aaj poori kitaab mein sirf usi ka zikr hai..
Or fituurrr hei


Mohabbat ek shaqal nahi ek silsila hei Jo kabhi khatam nahi huwa

Main chala gaya…
par mere panno ne shayad usse chhodna
na chaaha
panne bharr gaye do. Dinn ki yaad me
aur ek din ek khawabo se chitthi aayi —
jisme na kisi ka pehchan tha na kisi se tallukaat tha

"Woh kahaani main bhi likhna chahti thi… par mujhe kabhi kalam uthana nahi aaya."

Us din samjha —
shayari likhna aasan tha… par jisne kahaani jee li thi Uskaa bhi ek alag hi makaamm tha

Woh chali gayi thi, par uski yaadon ne kabhi mera haath nahi chhoda.
Na uski muskaan bhooli, na uski aankhon ki woh adhoori si baat.
Main aaj bhi likhta hoon — har panne pe uska chehra ubhar aata hai.
Log kehte hain, "yeh kahani adhuri hai",
par main kehta hoon,
"jo mohabbat mein poora ho gaya,
woh kalam ka haqdaar hi nahi tha."
Adhuri kahaniyon mein hi toh likhne wale jeete hain…
aur main usi jazbaat ka zinda saboot hoon.
Jisne naatoh kabhi kalam uthaya
Tha ussi ne 2 raat me apnaa byaan kardaala



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