khayaban-e-saadi men
ruusi kitabon ki dukkan par ham khade the
mujhe ruus ke chida sanat-garon ke
nae karnamon ki ik umar se tishnagi thii!
mujhe rusiyon ke siyasi ”hama-usat” se koi raghbat nahin hai
magar zarre zarre men
insan ke jauhar ki tabindagi dekhne ki tamanna hamesha rahi hai!
aur us shaam to mursida ki urusi thi
us shokh divani ladki ki khatir
mujhe ek nazuk si saughat ki justuju thi
vo mera naya dost khalid
zara duur takhte ke pichhe khadi
ik tanau-mand lekin fusun-kar
qufqaz ki rahne vaali hasina se shir-o-shakar thaa!
ye bhuka musafir
jo daste ke saath
ek kheme main ik dur-uftada sahra men
muddat se uzlat-guzin tha
badi iltijaon se
is hur-e-qufqaz se kah raha thaa:
”na-jane kahan se mila hai
tumhari zaban ko ye shahad
aur lahje ko masti!
main kaise bataun
main kis darja dil-dada huun rusiyon ka
mujhe ishtiraki tamaddun se kitni mohabbat hai
kaise bataun!
ye mumkin hai tum mujh ko ruusi sikha do?
ki ruusi adibon ki sar-chashma-gahon ko main dekhna chahta hun”
vo parvarda-e-ashva-bazi
kanakhiyon se yuun dekhti thi
ki jaise vo un sar-nigun arzuon ko pahchanti ho
jo karti hain akasr yunhi ru-shanasi
kabhi dosti ki tamanna
kabhi ilm ki pyaas ban kar!
vo kulhe hilati thi hansti thi
ik sochi samjhi hisabi lagavat se
jaise vo un khufiya sar-chashma-gahon ke har raaz ko janti ho
vo takhte ke pichhe khadi qahqahe marti lautti thi
kaha main ne khalid se:
bahrupiye!
is vilayat men zarb-e-masal hai
”ki unton ki sauda-gari ki lagan ho
to ghar un ke qabil banao
aur is shahr men yuun to ustaniyan an-ginat hain
magar is ki ujrat bhala tum kahan de sakoge!”
vo phir muztarib ho ke be-ikhtiyari se hansne lagi thii!
vo boli ”ye sach hai
ki ujrat to ik shahi bhar kam na hogi
magar faujiyon ka bharosa hi kya hai
bhala tum kahan baaz aaoge
akhir zaban sikhne ke bahane
khayanat karoge”
vo hansti hui
ik nae mushtari ki taraf multafit ho gai thii!
to khalid ne dekha
ki ruman to khaak men mil chuka hai
use khinch kar jab main bazar men la raha tha
lagatar karne laga vo maqulon men baten
”zaban sikhni ho to aurat se sikho!
jahan bhar men ruusi adab ka nahin koi saani
vo qufqaz ki huur mazdur aurat!
jo duniya ke mazdur sab ek ho jaaen
aghaz ho ik naya daura-e-shadmani
mire doston men bahut ishtiraki hain
jo har mohabbat men mayus ho kar
yunhi ik nae daura-e-shadmani ki hasrat men
karte hain dil-jui ik dusre ki
aur ab aisi baton pe main
zer-e-lab bhi kabhi muskurata nahin huun
aur us shaam jashn-e-urusi men
husn o mai o raqs o naghma ke tufan bahte rahe the
farangi sharaben to anqa thiin
lekin mai-e-nab-e-qazvin o khullar-e-shiraz ke daur-e-paiham se
rangin libason se
khushbu ki be-bak lahron se
be-sakhta qahqahon hamhamon se
mazamir ke zer-o-bam se
vo hangama barpa tha
mahsus hota tha
tehran ki akhiri shab yahi hai!
achanak kaha mursida ne:
”tumhara vo sathi kahan hai?
abhi ek sofe pe dekha tha main ne
use sar-ba-zanu!”
to ham kuchh pareshan se ho gae
aur kamra-ba-kamra use dhundne mil ke nikle!
lo ik gosha-e-nim-raushan men
vo ishtiraki zamin par pada tha
use ham bulaya kiye aur jhinjhoda kiye
vo to sakit tha jamid thaa!
ruusi adibon ki sar-chashma-gahon ki us ko khabar ho gai thi
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