06/07/2025
"Main Khud Se Shikwa Kar Baitha Hoon Apni Zaat Apne Zameer Se"
Kabhi socha tha life will be better than this,
Lekin har pal ek nayi war milti hai...
Na Humsafar khush, na maa ko raazi rakha hai,
Har rishte mein haar milti hai...
Maa ke haathon ka pyaar bhi chooṭ gaya,
Roz paisa kamaane ki daud mein
Uski muskurahat ka waqt chhoot gaya...
Woh kehti hai: "Beta tu door kyun hai?"
Aur main keh nahi paata,
"Maa... main majboor hoon, door nahi."
Kal ki fikr mein aaj jala raha hoon,
Biwi ko waqt na de kar, sirf paisa kamane ki daud me ulajhta ja raha hoon...
Woh sirhane sir rakhti hai tanhaaiyon ka,
Main office ki mails mein uljha rehta hoon har raat ka...
Main woh hoon jo sab ke liye kuch banna chahta hon,
Lekin khud se kuch bhi ban nahi paya...
Ek bekaar beta... ek adhoora humsafar...
Aur bhai bhi, jiska kisi se dil nahi milta zyada...
Zindagi ne har moڑ pe sirf dard diya,
Main har din ek zinda laash hoon...
Na chain hai, na sukoon,
Sirf "tomorrow will be better" ka ek jhootha mask hoon...
"You’re not enough" — yeh awaaz har din sunta hoon,
Aur khud ko har raat judge karta hoon...
Paisa chahiye — jeene ke liye bhi, khush rehne ke liye bhi,
Lekin paisa milte hi sab kho raha hoon dheere dheere...
Maa, Humsafar, bhai... sab paas hain par door hain,
Aur main?
Main bas ek "provider" ban gaya hoon...
Insaan hone ka haq hi bhool gaya hoon.
