zindagi ki chilchilaati dhuup men tap kar,
main jab bhi,
dusron ke aur apne jhuut se thak kar,
main sab se lar kar khud se haar kar,
jab bhi us ek kamre men jata tha,
wo halke aur gehre kat’thaii rangon ka ek kamra,
wo behad meherbaan kamra,
jo apni narm muthi men mujhe aise chhupa letaa tha,
jaise koi maan,
bacche ko aanchal mein chhupaa le,
pyaar se daante,
ye kyaa aadat hai,
jaltii do-pahar men maare-maare ghuumte ho tum?
wo kamraa yaad aata hai,
dabiiz aur Khaasaa bhaarii,
kuch zaraa mushkil se khulne waalaa,
wo shiisham kaa darwaazaa,
ke jaise ko’ii akkhaR baap,
apne khurdure siine meN,
shafqat ke samandar ko chuupaye ho,
wo kursii,
aur uske saath vo jurvaan bahen uskii,
wo donoN,
dost thiin meri,
wo ek gustaaKh munh-phat aiinaa,
jo dil kaa acchaa thaa,
wo be-hangaam si almaarii,
jo kone men khari,
ek boorhi anaa kii tarah,
aaiine ko tambiih karti thii,
wo ek guldaan,
nanhaa saa,
bahut shaitaan,
un donon pe hanstaa thaa,
dariichaa,
yaa zahaanat se bhaarii ek muskuraahat,
aur dariiche pe jhukii wo bel,
ko’ii sabz sargoshi,
kitaaben,
taakh men aur shelf par,
sanjiidaa ustaanii banii baithii,
magar sab muntazir is baat kii,
maiN unse kuch poochuun,
sirhaane,
niind kaa saathii,
thakan kaa chaaragar,
wo narm-dil takiyaa,
main jiskii goad men sir rakh ke,
chhat ko dekhtaa thaa,
chhat ki karion men,
na jaane kitne afsaanon kii kariaaN thiin,
wo chhotii mez par,
aur saamne diivaar par,
aavezaan tasveeren,
mujhe apnaiyat aur yaqiiN se dekhtin thin,
muskuratii thin,
unhen shak bhii nahin tha,
ek din,
main unko aise chhor jaaon ga,
main ek din yun bhi jaaon ga,
ke phir vapas na aaon ga,
main ab jis ghar men rahta hun,
bahut hii Khubsurat hai,
magar aksar yahan Khamosh baitha yaad karta hun,
wo kamra baat karta tha...!!
