Kaash ...
if...
ye ek aisa shabd hai ...jo har lamha har pal yaad aata hai jab aap zindagi k andhere kone me ghanste ja rahe ho aur koi rasta na dikhayi de raha ho.
bahut baar sochti thi.kaash .....
If.........
kabhi apni autobiography likhungi to us ka title yahi hoga ///IF ...........KAASH...
is ek lafz me na jaane kitne arman ...kitne sapne samet k samne aa jate hai
bachpan ki nirdosh titli jaisi choti choti khwahishe .bade hone ki lalak........aur fir un choti choti khwahisho ki kabhi khandan k naam par to kabhi ladki hone k naam par apne hi hatho dafan karna..........kabhi diary k panno me to kabhi kisi dost k sath ki gayi baton me ....
aur itne saalo k baad bhi aaj tak ye silsila yunhi chal raha hai...kisi pe bharosha karna ........apni banjaro jaisi rooh ko us k havale karna .........aur fir uski bevafai me khud ko tut te dekhna........jo ladki bachpan me titli k pankho se chuta rang dekhkar bhi ro deti thi aaj khud apni bebasi pe hans deti hai.........ab to ye kadva sach bhi jaise roz ki khurak ban gayi hai .....ki bharosha karoge to maroge ...aur na kar k bhi kaun sa ji rahe hai...
kitne saal lage ek bharoshe k tutne k baad khud ko samet kar khada karne me ......aur fir aaj usi mod pe aa k khadi hu jaha se chali thi........kyun insan dil totdta hai.........bevajah khuda se gunah mol leta hai....
maine to us se nahi kaha tha k meri zindagi me aao.......zid usi ki thi .....pyar bhi usi ka ......mera kusur to sirf itna ki maine aankh bund kar k bharosha kiya .......
kaash ..................fir woho kaash aata hai samne ........kaash k maine bharosha na kiya hota ....kaash k maine fir se muhabbat kar ne ki zurrat na ki hoti ....
if...
ye ek aisa shabd hai ...jo har lamha har pal yaad aata hai jab aap zindagi k andhere kone me ghanste ja rahe ho aur koi rasta na dikhayi de raha ho.
bahut baar sochti thi.kaash .....
If.........
kabhi apni autobiography likhungi to us ka title yahi hoga ///IF ...........KAASH...
is ek lafz me na jaane kitne arman ...kitne sapne samet k samne aa jate hai
bachpan ki nirdosh titli jaisi choti choti khwahishe .bade hone ki lalak........aur fir un choti choti khwahisho ki kabhi khandan k naam par to kabhi ladki hone k naam par apne hi hatho dafan karna..........kabhi diary k panno me to kabhi kisi dost k sath ki gayi baton me ....
aur itne saalo k baad bhi aaj tak ye silsila yunhi chal raha hai...kisi pe bharosha karna ........apni banjaro jaisi rooh ko us k havale karna .........aur fir uski bevafai me khud ko tut te dekhna........jo ladki bachpan me titli k pankho se chuta rang dekhkar bhi ro deti thi aaj khud apni bebasi pe hans deti hai.........ab to ye kadva sach bhi jaise roz ki khurak ban gayi hai .....ki bharosha karoge to maroge ...aur na kar k bhi kaun sa ji rahe hai...
kitne saal lage ek bharoshe k tutne k baad khud ko samet kar khada karne me ......aur fir aaj usi mod pe aa k khadi hu jaha se chali thi........kyun insan dil totdta hai.........bevajah khuda se gunah mol leta hai....
maine to us se nahi kaha tha k meri zindagi me aao.......zid usi ki thi .....pyar bhi usi ka ......mera kusur to sirf itna ki maine aankh bund kar k bharosha kiya .......
kaash ..................fir woho kaash aata hai samne ........kaash k maine bharosha na kiya hota ....kaash k maine fir se muhabbat kar ne ki zurrat na ki hoti ....
