Sunday 27 September 2015

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Apni kalam se ek arse ke baad milna yuhi lagta hai jaise bichda hua yaar mil gaya ho. Apne yaar se milna utna hi sukhdayi hota hai jitna ji jale hue jakhm par thande pani ka chidkao. Aap yu toh bahot saare logo se guftgoo kar lete hai apni zindagi may par apne yaar se baat karna utna hi saral hai jitna aaine k samne baith apne aap se baat karna. Acha mitra aapki parchai ki tarah hota hai jo aapne har lafz ka arth wahi samajhta hai jo aap samjhana chahte hai warna lafzo ka apna hi ek khel hai. Kuch log sirf apne lafzo ke liye jaane jaate hai aur kuch gumnami may kho jaate hai kyuki unke lafz chikh na sake. Humare mitra kabhi kabhi sannate may bhi lafzo ko dhundke uska matlab pehchan lete hai aur kuch sannate yuhi be matlab ke matlab talashne may guzar jaate hai.

Toh mein itne din baad kuch likh raha hu aur pehli baa rho raha hai ki mujhe sochna pad raha hai ki mein likhna kya chahta tha. Shayad kalam bhi mujhse khafa hogayi hai. Zindagi may mujhse khafa logo ki tadad ab itni hai ki mujhse khush hone walo ko dhundne chirag le nikalna hoga. Log khafa hai mere shaksiyat se, log khafa may meri harkato se log khafa meri na harkato se aur log khafa hai meri khamoshi se. Ab khamoshi ka mayna bhi utna hi taklif deh hai samajhna jitna samundar se mot nikal pana. Khair har khamoshi ka koi mayna ho ye hi jaruri nahi aur har baat ka mayna ho ye bhi jaruri nahi, kabhi khamoshi kuch kehti hai aur kabi alfaaz.