main apni shairi ek diary mein note karta tha koi ehsas mujh mein nazm bharta ya koi misra utarta tha to sab se pahle mujh ko note-book darkar hoti thi jahan kaghaz ki hiddat se qalam ki raushnai ki hararat se ghazal tayyar hoti thi bina is dhimi dhimi aanch ke mere liye har nazm hi dushwar hoti thi phir ek din mujh ko chacha-zad bhai ne ye batlaya wo khud bhi naujawan urdu ka shair hai wo apni shairi cell-phone mein mahfuz karta hai so jab chahe use padhta hai auron se share karke unhen mahzuz karta hai use bijli ke aane jaane se kuchh farq padta hi nahin na hi use din raat se kuchh lena dena hai use jab shairi karni ho to kaghaz qalam ki khoj mein lamha talak zaea nahin karta jahan wo sher apna note karta hai andhera bhi wahan saya nahin karta so us ki baat sun kar main ne apni diary sambhaal li aur apne mobile mein misra likhte likhte dost ki ek kal li phir kal ghanton tak chali be-kar ki khwahish wo misra pura karne ki mere andar pali lekin wo phir jati rahi phir yun hua jab bhi koi ilham mere dar ko khatkata raha jab kaifiyat koi mere ehsas tak aati rahi main us samay cell-phone ko dhunda kiya lekin wahan ehsas ko ek rabt mein tahrir kar pane se pahle bison be-rabt behis notifications meri screen par zahir hue aur hum hamesha ke liye kuchh likhne se qasir hue gum ho gae in be-hison ki fauj mein aai na meri shairi phir mauj mein ab sochta hun kya purani diary behtar nahin diwan mera phone ke andar nahin touch screen ke us par hai shayad mere alfaz ki yak-bastagi ko sirf kaghaz ki tapish darkar hai