Poochtay ho tum kay kon hai woh. Iss baat ka kya jawaab doon aakhir, iss kashmakash main toh dihaiyoun say mubtala main bhi hoon.
Woh ik kitaab ki manind hai, jis kay her aik punnay peh aik nayi kahani tehreer hai. Aik aisi kitaab jissay tatol tatol kar lakh baar parhnanay ka ji chahta hai. Per jissay jitni baar bhi parh loun, her baar phir ji waisay he machalta jata hai. Uss ki her kahani kay pasmanzar main kai aur kahaniyaan chuppi hoi hain. Maano jaisay jab bhi parhta hoon kuch naya he inkishaaf hota hai. Uss ki her kahani kay ikhtitaam main aik nayi shuruwaat hai. Jaisay jitni baar bhi uss kitaab ko haath say rakhnay ka khayaal bhi dil main laoun, ussay phir say parhanay ka armaan dil main jaag uthay. Main jitna bhi parh loun kuch nakaafi sa lugta hai, aur dil toh bus phir aik aur pannah bus aik aur pannah karta chala jata hai. Uss ki her kahani main aik aisi khaas baat hai jo insaan kay parhnay ka uthsa mazeed barha day, youn kay bus maano meri raatoun ki neend lay urhi ho. Faqt chain toh ab bus uss kay her aik lafz main kho janay main hai.
Woh aik tasveer hai, jissay kisi naqaash nay bohat hi itminaan say waqt lay kar banaya ho. Jaisay uss main istimaal her rung main uss ka khud ka aik rung ghula hua ho. Jaisay her rung main maano uss ki hasti ki aik chavi ho. Jaisay her rung uss ki he dastaan ko bayaan kar raha ho. Aik aisi tasveer jissay barhi fursat say banaya gaya hai, dili sakoon milay jissay taktay taktay. Aik aisi tasveer jis ki kashish nighahoun ko khud uss ka aseer kar day. Dil peh kuch jaadu aisa chal jayay kay nazrain na hut payain. Ghantoun bhi jis kay peechay ki kahani ho samajhnay main beet jayain toh ghum naheen. Nayaab hai woh, keemati bhi. Aisi kay uss ki keemat ka andaza bhi na laga sako kay phir jis nay banaya hai, uss naqaash ki gallery ki sab say baish qeemat cheez bun kay reh jayay woh. Saji kuch aisay pus apni deewaar peh kay sadiyoun tak loag door door say deedaar karnay ko he uss ka aayain.
Woh aik madhum si sureeli si dhun hai. Aisi kay jis ka rus kaanoun main ghultay he dil baagh baagh ho jayay. Aisi kay jis say her din ki shuruwaat aur her raat ka iktitaam karnay ko ji chahay. Aik aisi dhun jo pehli baar main he dil main utar jayay, aur bus phir tab say abad tak uss ko sunana aik aadut si bun jayay. Jaisay din na guzray uss ko sunay bina, raat na beetay uss dhun ki aagosh main soyay baghair. Saaz aur awaaz ka aisa taal-mail keh lo ussay kay jitna bhi suno, lagay kay her baar kuch naya raag alaap rahi ho, jis ki chashni kaanoun ko bhali maloom ho.
Woh aik khayaal hai. Aik aisa khoobsurat khayaal jo lamhoun main dil main ghar kar lay. Jis main baykauf hou kar dil-o-dimaagh say khonay ki tamana jaag uthay. Aik aisa khushgawaar khayaal kay bus uss main khonay ko he ganeemut jaano tum.
Shayarana khwaab hai woh,
Beyhadh nayaab hai woh,
Ghazal sa uss hai jis ka badan,
Khiltay phooloun sa maano mun,
Rangoun ki aik aisi paheli kaho,
Ya kahanioun ka majhmuah,
Aseer ho gaya hoon pus ab us ka,
Aisa hai uss nay dil ko chuah...
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