18/06/2025
Kuch maza nahi aata...
Yu dar-dar ke jeene mein,
Yu be-jaan ho kar jeene mein.
Kabhi apne liye sochne se bhi darr lagta hai —
Kahin zyada na ho jaaye,
Kahin kuch aur na jud jaaye is zindagi ki pehle se bhaari thali mein.
Ek rishte ko sambhalne mein hi saans atak jaati hai,
Ek parivaar se jude rehne mein hi khud se door ho jaate hai.
Aur fir kehte hain... mard ko dard nahi hota.
Par yeh dil bhi to kabhi kabhi bas jeena chahta hai —
Bina kisi zimmedari ke, bina kisi soch ke.
Kaam, daam, aur ghar ki zimmedariyon ka bojh kabhi kabhi kamr tod deta hai.
Kabhi kuch na karne se bhi sab kuch bigad jaata hai —
Expectations ke iss jungalon mein.
Galat nahi keh raha… sab hona chahiye,
Par kabhi to ek saans, ek lamha sirf apne liye bhi hona chahiye —
Jahan na future ho, na past...
Bas ek haath ho, ek aankhon ki muskurahat ho, aur ek sukoon bhari khamoshi ho.
Kuch kaha nahi jaata, kuch chhupa liya jaata hai —
Yahi toh mard hone ka shraap hai.
Par hum bhi insaan hain…
Hum bhi mehsoos karte hain,
Hum bhi toot jaate hain.
Aur apno ke dukh mein chhup jaate hain... (haar jaate hain)
Phir bhi har raat ke baad ek savera hota hai.
Shayad hum thak gaye hain, par ruk nahi gaye hain.
Shayad zindagi se lad rahe hain, par haar maani nahi hai.