qulir-ruho min amr-e-rabbi un logon se jo ye samajhte hain ki har baat lafz se shurua hoti hai main aaj un ko chhodne aaya hun thik us jagah pe jahan se koi lafz shurua nahin hota sirf chand aankhen hoti hain in aankhon aankhon ko rakhne ke kai hawa hawa main dolti hain sirf chand aankhen hoti hain aasman ke chhote se tukde ko utar kar der tak gunjti rahi sirf chand aankhen hoti hain jo intizar karti hain ki koi un mein utre aur in se kahe ki chalo hum tumhein phir se pedon aur parindon se aabaad kar den chalo phir se tumhein be-laus mohabbat ki jalwaten aur khalwaten bakhsh de so ye mera qissa hai ki main ne utarne ki riwayat ka bada ehtiram kiya khud ko bhul dusron ka kaam kiya ye abhag un ka tha ki unhon ne mujhe pahchana nahin main koi aur rah ho leta par dil mana nahin main bahut pas se guzra tha dil hi dil mein jo umr bhar lahraati hai zaban par kabhi nahin aati is mausiqi ka lams ban ke main bahut pas se guzra tha main bahut pas se guzra tha aur meri aamad ke arsa mein zamin ki aab-o-hawa neki-o-badi khubsurti-o-bad-surti sab se be-niyaz thi sarapa raaz thi aur gyan ek jage hue dil ka nam tha sawalon se be be-niyaz jawab na-tamam tha khuda se milti jalti aadmi ki mohabbat bichhdi hui azal ki neamat har-chand ki hasil-e-abad hai aur be-niyaz nek-o-bad hai phir bhi nazar mein aadmi ki auqat aur duniya jo jism-o-jaan ki had hai aur ke haqir raston mein tum mujh se shairi ka matlab puchhte ho main nahin bata sakta main kyun bataun main nahin batata ye qissa meri dehati aankhon mere dehati dil ka hai jab bahut bahut ghani raat mein musafir ke panw tale rasta nahin hota tab wo kis anokhe sitare se rasta puchhta hai tab kaun sa ishaara musafir ke panw ko tarik kar dene ki shart batata hai ped ki phalangi par mahokha bolta hai pani ki zaban jaanne wali titihri ki chonch se din nikalta hai tum nahin bata sakte tum ne kabhi nahin bataya tum kabhi nahin bataoge tumhaari aabaadiyan akal mein mare hue logon ki bad-duaen hain mazi haal mustaqbil tin andhe faqiron ki sadaen hain main tum mein shamil-e-safar hun magar panah mangta apni ajal ko dhundhta hun aur jo apni ajal ko dhundhta hai tumhaari duniya us ka kuchh nahin bigad sakti magar main aise ahd-e-ba-asar mein hun ki jis ki har sada sada-e-be-asar hai aur guftugu ka ped be-samar hai khuda se kar chuke hain jo kalam wo kalim apni bazgasht chhod ke chale gae aur khak-e-baz-gasht aaj ud rahi hai iltibas mein aur wo khamushi thi jo mahan aatma ka ramz thi aur us ki aankh sabz thi phir bhi soch ke ji darta hai phir bhi soch ke ji darta hai jaane wale aane walon ko aisi hi aas bandhate hain hath nahin aati hai amar-lata yahan pahunch kar main sochta hun yahan pahunch kar main sochta hun mujhe aansu kis ne diye aur kaun sa aansu mere wirsa ka baatin hai kis se bichhad kar mitti pani banti hai nadi akeli bahti hai duniya chhod ke kaun samundar ki tah mein baith ke likhta hai aur apna qalam dubota hai jis pul par chal ke kahne wala sunne wale tak pahunchta hai wo ek aisa sach hai jise maut zindagi se chhup kar bolti hai insani dil ki shakl se milte-julte kheme ab bhi jalte hain