Mirza Ghalib ke khat ki shayari bhari mehfil mein kho jaane wali ek adhoori kahani. Mohabbat, judai aur yaadon ka ehsaas is dilchasp khat mein mehsoos karein.
Mirza Ghalib ka khat
Tumhari yaadon ki khushbu ab bhi mere dil ki rahguzar mein basi hui hai. Har shaam jab tanha chaand ko dekhta hoon, to tumhari baton ki meethi goonj sunai deti hai. Yeh jo tanhai hai, yeh jo faaslay hain, yeh sirf duniya ke hain… dil ke faaslay kabhi nahi hote. Tumhari tasveer har roz meri aankhon ke samne hoti hai, jaise ek adhuri kahani ka aakhri safha jo likha nahi gaya.
“Dil hi to hai na sang-o-khisht,
dard se bhar na aaye kyun
Royenge hum hazaar baar,
koi humein sataaye kyun”
Tumhari likhi hui har purani chhitti ab bhi mere takiye ke neeche rakhi hai. Jab kabhi dil udas hota hai, un lafzon mein tumhari muskurahat mehsoos karta hoon. Main sochta hoon, shayad kisi din yeh hawa tum tak meri baatein pahuncha de, shayad tum bhi kisi kone mein mere liye ek aansu gira do. Mohabbat sirf milne ka naam nahi, kabhi kabhi judaai bhi ek nayi dastaan likhti hai.
“Hazaaron khwahishein aisi ke har khwahish pe dam nikle,
Bahut nikle mere armaan, lekin phir bhi kam nikle.”
Aaj bhi jab barish hoti hai, toh ek ajeeb se yaad aati hai. Woh geeli mitti ki khushbu, woh halki si thandi hawa, aur tumhari woh muskurahat jo har gham mita deti thi. Zindagi aage badh rahi hai, magar kuch jazbaat hamesha wahi ruk jate hain jahan hum unhe chhod aaye the. Tum kaisi ho? Kya kabhi meri yaad aati hai? Ya sab yaadein be-maani ho gayi hain?
“Koi umeed bar nahi aati,
koi soorat nazar nahi aati
Maut ka ek din muayyan hai,
neend kyun raat bhar nahi aati?”
Mohabbat ka ehsaas bhi ajeeb hai, kabhi be-panah khushi deta hai, to kabhi aise dukh ki rooh bhi bhar aaye. Main janta hoon, kuch mohabatein bas yaadon ka hissa ban jati hain, magar main un yaadon ko jee raha hoon. Tumhari har muskurahat, har shikayat, har adaa meri aankhon ke samne ghoomti rehti hai. Zindagi ka safar aage zaroor chalta hai, magar kuch raaste hamesha pichhe chhoot jaate hain.
“Kahoon kis se main ke kya hai,
shab-e-gham buri bala hai
Mujhe kya bura tha marna,
agar ek baar hota.”
Agar kabhi kisi shaam tum akeli baitho aur chaand ko dekho, toh sochna kahin door ek deewana ab bhi tumhari yaadon mein basa hai. Mohabbat mukammal ho ya adhoori, lekin jo dil se nikle woh kabhi mit nahi sakti. Tum meri dastaan ki woh nazm ho jo likhi toh gayi hai, magar mukammal kabhi nahi ho sakti.
“Ye na thi hamari qismat ke visal-e-yar hota,
Agar aur jeete rehte yahi intezaar hota.”
Tumhara Mirza Ghalib ka khat, Urudu Sarai