Monday, October 27, 2014

MERI KAHANIYAAN MERE KIRDAAR

Meri kuch kahaniyaan aur unke kirdaar.. sab bahut alag-alag..  kuch behad masoom hai to kuch thode shaitaan... kuch aankhoon mai dhero khwaab liye, kuch  madmast beparvaah zindagi kn jeete hue..  ye saari kahaniyaan saare kirdaar kahi na kahi mjhe meri aur aas pass apni gati se bahati hui zindagiyoon ki yaad dilate hai.. unse behad mel khaate hai.. ek 17 saal ki massom ladki apni aankho mai khud kn laker hazaaro khwaab liye hue... apne aane wale kal kn laker apni palko mai sapne bunte hue.. ek kiran hai jn behad shaant aur normal zindagi jeena chahti hai.. jisme ek pati hn jn  usse aur uske parivaar kn izzat de, pyar chahe thoda kum kare.. ek pyaari si gudiyaan hn jiske chehakne se ghar ka aangan jhoom uthe.. jab wo kitchen mai jae to uske haato se bane khaane ki khoosboo sabko madmast kar de.. sab saari pareshaaniyaan bhool ke bus uss mehak mai kho jae.. uski rasoi "sita ki Rasoi" ban jae.. wahi ek aur roshni hai apni ek alag si duniya banate hue.. jisme aasmaano kn  choone ke sapne hai par paav jameen par rakhte hue.. uski aankho se jyada sapne uske haato mai bante hai.. unhi ke sahare wo unhe poora bhi karna chahti hai.. chahti hai ki duniya usse uske naam  se jaane.. ek wajood ek identity jo uski khud ki banai hui hn... uski aanko mai sapno se jyada guroor hai vishwaas hai khud kn saabit karne ka.. apne kadmo kn uthate waqt apni nazaro kn aatmavishwaas se bharne ka.. chaliye ab aapko chandni ke baare mai batae hai ab.. wo beparvaah apne kal knlekar isliye wo khul ke aaj kn jeeti hai.. masti se magan hokar.. usne kal ko laker koi sapna nhi banaya hai aur isliye wo apna aaj sawarne mai lagi hui hai.. wo jo sochti hai usse karne mai vishwas rakhti hai, apne dil ki sunti hai.. par takleef kissi kn nhi deti.. bus khud se jaise ek dosti si kar rakhi hai.. ussi dost ke saath har lamha jhoomte gaate bitati hai.. uski khushiyoon kn kissi wajah ki jarurat hi nhi.. wo khush hone ke liye nhi jeeti wo jeeti kyunki wo khush hai.. aankho ki nami kn jyada der wha rookne nhi deti usse baha kar wapas chamak kn uski jagah de deti hai.. bekhauf hai par laparwah nhi.. pagal hai bewkoof nhi.. inn sab se thodi si alag kahani hai aabha ki.. uski aankho mai sapne to hai par khud ke liye nhi auro ki liye.. uski raahe usse khud ki nhi auro ki manzilo ki aur le jati hai.. aur ye majboori nhi uski khushi hai.. wo muskuraana chahti hai par dusro ki muskurahatato mai unki khushiyo mai khush hokar.. wo gumnaam hokar bhi naam karna chahti hai.. unn haato kn thamna chahti hai jinhe khud ki lakeero par vishwaas nhi hai.. unn aankho mai bharosa jagana chahti hai jn bharose ka matlab bhool chuke  hai.. unn nanhe kadmo ke saath kadamm milna chahti hai jinke kadam dagamagane lag jaate hai.. wo bus dena chaahti hai baatna chahti hai kuch banna nhi.. kehte hai naari ke kai roop hai.. kabhi wo sita hai kbhi wo raadha kbhi wo lakshmi hai kbhi saraswati.. par har roop adhbhoot hai.. avishwaniya.. soumya.. sheetal.. kashtiyoon kn saahil ki aur le jaane wale... waqt ki maar ne inhe bandhano me daba diya hai pr inke swarroop kn badla nhi hai bus deri khud kn pehchanne ki hai.. sabme ek sita ek radha ek lakshmi ek durga ek saraswati basti hai bus deri pehchaanne ki hai..

AANKHOON MAI ZINDAGI KE KAI RANG BASTE HAI..
SAB EK DUJE MAI MIL KAR SANG HASTE HAI..
HAR RANG KI APNI EK KAHAANI HOTI HAI..
LAFZO SE NHI AANKHO SE BAYAA ZINDGAANI HOTI HAI..

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