Posted in Ghazal

Akhri chand din december ke..

Akhri chand din
december ke,
Har baras hi giraan
guzarte hain,
Khawhishon ke
nigaar-khanay se,
Kese kese gumaan
guzarte hain,
Raftagaan ke
bikharte saayon ki,
Aik mehfil si dil main
sajti hai,
Phone ki diary ke
safhon se,
Kitne number
pukaarte hain
mujhe,
Jin se marboot
be’nawaa ghanti,
Ab faqat mere dil
main bajti hai,
Kis qadar pyare
pyare naamon pr,
Reengti bad’numaa
lakeeren si,
Meri aankhon main
phail jati hain,
Dooriyan daayere
banati hain,
Phir december ke
aakhri din hain,
Har barass ki tarah
se ab ke bhi,
Diary ik sawaal karti
hai,
Kya khabar is baras
ke akhir tak,
Mere in be’chiraagh
safhon se,
Kitne hi naam katt
gaye hon ge,
Kitne number bikhar
ke raston main,
Gard-e-maazi se att
gaye hon ge,
Khaak ki dheriyon ke
daman main,
Kitne tufaan simatt
gaye hon ge,
Har december main
sochta hon main,
Aik din is tarah bhi
hona hai,
Rang ko roshni main
khona hai,
Apne apne gharon
main rakhi hui,
Diary dost dekhte
hon ge,
Un ki ankhon ke
khaak-daanon main,
Aik sehraa sa phailta
ho ga,
Aur kuch benishaan
safhon se,
Naam mera bhi katt
geya hoga..a

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