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Kuch mahine pahle ki baat hai, roz ki tarah us raat b main ghar k chat par chaand ko dekhane gaya tha..,
Mujhe chaand ko baadalo k beach tairate dekhna kafi pasand hai..
Aisa lagta tha jaise wo mujhse hash hash k baat karti hai,
Phir baadalo me chup jati..
Aisa ghanto tak hota rahta tha or us chaand k bahaane,
Main na jaane kin khyaalo me kho jaya karta tha.
Lekin wo raat kuch alag thi,
Na jane kyu dil khush nahi tha..
Or main wapas kamre me chala gaya..
Or diary likhne laga..
Kyu ki main or akelepan ko nahi sah sakta tha..
"kal raat ki baat hai,
Adhure chaand ki chandani raat me,
Thand hawaaye bah rahi thi..
Or main khyalo me soya hua sa..
Tabhi ek jani pehchani si,
Yaado ki khusbu mere kareeb se guzar gayi..
Maine apni nazare chat se door tak daudaai..
Lekin...
Gharo k chamaktiyo khidkiyo k alawa..
Andhere me kuch nazar na aayi..
Ab to dil bhi nahi karta..
Us chaand ko dekhne ka,
Jo khud hi baadlo k piche..
Mujh se chip raha hai.
Tabhi maine apni nazare jhukaai,
Chaand ki roshani par meri parchaai..
Or usi k piche piche..
Maine apne kadam badhaye..
Main apne kamare me pahuncha..
Andhere me baitha..
Khud ko samjhata raha..
Zindagi me ye sub to,
Aata jata raha..
Kabhi hotho ko hanshi,
To kabhi palko ko aashu bhata raha..
Khair...
Ye to such hai..
Or waise bhi..
Zindagi me to ye sub hona hi hai.
Kuch pa kar kuch khona hi hai."
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