jab din dhal jaata hai, suraj dharti ki ot men ho jaata hai
aur bhidon ke chhatte jaisi bhin-bhin
bazaron ki garmi, afra-tafri
motor, bas, barqi railon ka hangama tham jaata hai
chae-khanon nach-gharon se kam-sin ladke
apne ham-sin mashuqon ko
jin ki jinsi khvahish vaqt se pahle jaag uthi hai
le kar ja chukte hain
badhti phailti unchi himala jaisi taamiron par khamoshi chha jaati hai
theater tafrih-gahon men taale pad jaate hain
aur ba-zahir duniya so jaati hai
main apne kamre men baitha socha karta huun
kutton ki dum tedhi kyuun hoti hai
ye chitkabri duniya jis ka koi bhi kirdar nahin hai
koi falsafa koi painda aqdar nahin, meaar nahin hai
is par ahl-e-danish vidvan, falsafi
moti moti adaq kitaben kyuun likkha karte hain?
‘furqat’ ki maan ne shauhar ke marne par kitna kohram machaya tha
lekin iddat ke din puure hone se ik hafta pahle
‘nilam’ ke mamun ke saath badaun ja pahunchi thi
bi-bi ki sehnak konde fatiha-khvani
jang-e-siffin, jamal aur badar ke qisson
sirat-e-nabvi tark-e-duniya aur maulvi-sahab ke halve mande men kya rishta hai?
din to ud jaate hain
ye sab kaale par vaale bagule hain
jo hanste khelte lamhon ko
apne pankhon men muund ke ankhon se ojhal ho jaate hain
rahat jaise khvab hai aise insanon ka
jin ki ummidon ke daman men paivand lage hain
jaama ek taraf siite hain dusri janib phat jaata hai
ye duniya lamha lamha jiiti hai
‘maryam’ ab kapde seti hai
ankhon ki binai saath nahin deti ab
aur ‘ghazanfar’
jo rumal men laddu bandh ke us ke ghar men phenka karta tha
aur us ki ankhon ki tausif men ghazlen likhva kar laaya karta tha
us ne aur kahin shadi kar li hai
ab apni lakdi ki taal pe baitha
apni kaj-rai aur javani ke qisse dohraya karta hai
taal se uth kar jab ghar men aata hai
beti par qadghan rakhta hai
nae zamane ki aulad ab vaisi nahin rah gai
badkari badhti jaati hai
jo din biit gae kitne achchhe the!
bargad ke niche baitho ya suuli chadh jaao
bhainse ladne se baaz nahin aenge
maut se ham ne ek taavun kar rakkha hai
sadkon par se har lamha ik mayyat jaati hai
pas-manzar men kya hota hai nazar kahan jaati hai
samne jo kuchh hai rangon avazon chehron ka mela hai!
gurgal ud kar vo pilkhan par ja baithi
pipal men tote ne bachche de rakhe hain
guldum jo pakdi thi kal be-chari mar gai
‘najma’ ke bele men kitni kaliyan aaen hain
phulon ki khushbu se kya kya yaad aata hai
ye jab ka qissa hai sadkon par nai nai bijli aai thi
aur mujhe siine men dil hone ka ehsas hua tha
iid ke din ham ne latthe ki shalvaren silvai thiin
aur sivayyon ka zarda ham-sae men bhejvaya tha
sab niche baithak men baithe the
main uupar ke kamre men baitha
khidki se ‘zainab’ ke ghar men phulon ke guchchhe phenk raha tha
kal ‘zainab’ ka ghar nilam ho raha hai
sarkari tahvil men tha ik muddat se
shayad patjhad ka mausam aa pahuncha
patton ke girne ki avaz musalsal aati hai
chechak ka tiika bimari ko roke rakhta hai
zabt-e-taulid isqat vaghaira
insani abadi ko badhne se rokengi
bandar ne jab se do tangon par chalna sikha
us ke zehn ne harkat men aana sikha hai
patton ke girne ki avaz musalsal aati hai
sadkon par roz nae chehre milte hain
maut se ham ne ek taavun kar rakkha hai
pas-manzar men nazar kahan jaati hai
phulon ki khushbu se kya kya yaad aata hai
chauk men jis din phuul pade sadte the
khuni darvaze par shahzadon ki phansi ka elaan hua tha
ye duniya lamha lamha jiiti hai
dilli ki galiyan vaisi hi abad shaad hain sab
din to kaale par vaale bagule hain
jo sab lamhon ko
apne pankhon men muund ke ankhon se ojhal ho jaate hain
charon janib rang rang ke jhande udte hain
sab ki jebon men insanon ke dukh-dard ka darman
khushiyon ka nuskha bandha pada hai
lekin aisa kyuun hai
jab nuskha khulta hai
1857 jaata hai
1947 aa jaata hai
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