"..." Ka Matlab Kya Hai??

Kisi Ansuljhi Paheli Ki tarah,
Koi ansuni Baat Ho jaese,
Baaton ki ladi jab chhoot jaaye peechhe,
To fir "..." ka matlab kya hai??

Kya reh gayi kasar tumhaare unn Alfaazon mein,
Ya yun hi hamein "Tarrkaane" ka iraada hai??
Ya beeti baaton, bhooli-bisri yaadon mein,
Kucch pal ko kho jaane ka koi bahaana hai ye!!

Kucch kehna tha tumko, par shayad wo keh na paaye ho,
Aur kisi "T.V Serial" Ki tarah Isse "To Be Continued" sa rehne diya.
Ya shayad "Takiya Kalaam" sa hai tumhaara.
Nahi chhotega ab, jo ekk baar hai tumne pakad liya.

Chalo maan liya ki ye mordern duniya ki koi reet hi sahi,
Par fir bhi kya ye cheez itni jaruri thi??
Mushkil haalaton mein "Humor" ka ras bharne waale,
Zaroor iss baar tumhari Koi majboori to thi.

Tumhari iss khamoshi se acchi "Guitar" ki Jhankaar hai,
Kam-se-Kam bajti hai, to Bhaav-Vibhor kar deti hai.
Lekin sach to ye bhi hai, ki teri ye "Poorna-Viraam-Ladi"
Bina kucch kahe hi, tumhaari saaf neeyat ko explore kar deti hai.


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