Mohabbat

What happens, when the person you love the most, slips out of your fate?

Insaan bhot ajeeb sa hai
Wo apne dil ki baat, kabhi kisi se nhi kehta 
Khaaskar us insaan se jisse who pyaar krta hai
Aur agar maan lo who aisa karta bhi h, to us baat ko itni shiddat se nhi kah pata
Aise apna haal-e-dil byaan krta h mano ki ye ek aam baat hai

Kuch log apni mohabbat ko ye chhupa lete hain jaise 
Andhere mein saaye gumshuda ho jate hain
Unki mohabbat to barqarar rhti hai per who kisi ko dikhti nahi
Aur mohabbat ka aalam aisa hota hai ki
Saalon guzar jate hai per wo dil se guzar nhi hota

Jab jab unka naam saamne aata hai
Koi sunn sa ho jata hai
Fir hafton nikal jate hai
Us ek yaad ke peeche, use wapas zahan se mitane mein
Mat pooch ki kuch bachta h kin hi
Qki sirf naam hi to hai
Per ye naam hi to nhi jata

Kaash ye sirf ek naam hota, aur ye humari yaadon pe basar n karti
Kaash is naam mein itni aag itni tapish n hoti, ki ye yun humpe asar n karti
Jaise zahani darraz mein rkha hua koi purana sa khwaab
Jiske sach hone ki ab koi ummed hi nhi hai
Per phir bhi bhot sambhal ke sahej k rakh di h taki unpe parat na jame

Insaan ye manke chalta hai ki use sb kuch pata hai
Wo sab kuch sahi karra hai, aur age bhi krega
Per hone se pehle uska dil ye janta hai ki ye zindagi hai
Yahan kuch khwaab adhoore rah hi jate hai
Wo jo toot jate hain, jinhe sametne ki humare dilon mein 
Himmat kabhi hoti hi nhi

Hum fir us mohabbat ko bhulane ki koshishon mein lage reehte hain
Nakaamyaab si koshishein, aadhe adhoore mann ki koshishein
Tab jab hawa mein sikka uchhalo to mann kehta h ki kya chahiye use
Itne saalon baat bhi us ek naam ko nhi bhoolta dil
Wo bechara kismet se ladne ki ziddein paalta h, apni hadon se bekhabar

Saalon nikal jatein hain, human us ateet se nikal jate hain
Humein lagta hain hum aage nikal nikal hain…
Shayad haan shayad nahi….aur ek baar fir hum apni anaa ko kareeb kar lete hain
Aur us insaan se duur ho jate, jiski chahat mein hum itna arsa zinda rahein
Apni anaa se pare, hum hain kya??? Humara to koi wajood hi nahi
Wajood khuluson ke mohtaaj hain, anaaa se to shikast kareeb aate hain

Aur fir ek din….
Akasmaat hi aisa lagne lagta hai ki jaise…

Dimaagi daraazon mein se, reng reng kar kuch yaadein bahir aati hai
Himmat juta kar, beparwaah si, kuch alhad si, apni hi masti mein
Khuch khoya sa wajood bn gya hota hai humara
Ek ajeeb si bechaini hoti hai humare ander, aas paas, ird gird
Mano jaise koi nhi h, humara humare hi ander
Ek ajeeb sa khalaa h jo pura kisi surat mein nhi hota

Duniyadaari ki sbhi cheezein hoti hain humare paas
Bus is duniya mein rhne ki ab marzi baki nhi bachti
Hum saans lete chale jatein hain, per kahin jeena bhool jatein hain
Jaise ki koi purana sa phool jo ki saalon mein panno mein bhula sa rah jata hai
Na usmein apna koi rang hota hai, na mehak
Bus wo kitaab ko anmol kr deta hai