Dan Writes

Rukhsar, in dino chain nahi aata tujhe dekh kar kya azmat hai yeh kabhi awaazon ne bhi kisi ko tanqeed kiya hai dil mein utarna ek shaks ki pehchan se hoti hai nikalna uski fitrat dikha deti hai juft khuda khoob likhta hai nibhane wale insaan hai na kabhi aaina dekh rukhsar mayoosi cha chuki hai uspe chalo aaine ki khaatir naam ke sadqay muskurah de rukhsar aarsa guzar gaya hai teri mohabbat mein ab dil ko insaan parakhna nahi aata jo dekhta hoon yun mehfil mein, kirdar tera sa nazar nahi aata le phir tu dil se kiraya rehne ke liye kabhi toh honsla ban mera mannat maangi Maalik se teri, na maloom tha dil ko hijrat karni padegi

 ik nazm kahun, tere kadmon se jo mere raston mein aag laga baithe. har kalma padhun, jab honton rab tere naam ke aagae salaaam kahe. Milna tai hai tera, mushkil safar yeh mera, rasta de kar, khud chalta gaya, mera sab hai ruuan, dil ko sabr hai mila, teri ek hi jhalak ka dewaana ban gaya. milta tuh jo chala, ishq hota gaya, jaise kadmon se ab jahan bich gaya. kuch kehna sakun yaara, sehna sakun, tere hone se ab khud ko kho baithun. har saans teri, jaise chaand bhari roshan, karde mera yeh sunna sa jahan.

 Khud se mile mujhe zamaana ho gaya, Beeta jo pal, wahi puraana ho gaya. Aankhon ke dastavez par yun kho gaya, Jhilmil khushi se, main bhi kaamil ho gaya. Zarra hi tha, jo ab noorana ho gaya, Chamke jidhar, wohi fasana ho gaya.

Woh paas hi tha… “Kya?” Samundar… “Matlab?” Matlab… ab to doobne ke liye bhi manzoori chahiye “Kiski?” Dil ki… Chala tha duniya badalne, khud badal gaya Nikla tha mausam bighaadne, khud bigad gaya Chahat jise jahaan ki thi ab kisi aur ki hai Kabhi zindagi meri bhi thi ab ehsaan faramosh si hai Kuch saansein apne liye kya rakh li mujhse hi naraaz ho gayi Ab kiston mein milti hai wohi saansein jo ek baar khul ke leta tha main Khwab to aise bikhre jaise kabristan mein bikhri hui mitti ho Janaab, zyada udna mat yahan hans ke jeena bhi rog maana jaata hai Duniya kitni ajeeb hai har roz naya mabood banati hai Aaj aasman bhi nam hua hai shayad isi liye zameen ne sajda seekh liya hai Warna to sajda bhi roshan sunehron ka karti thi

I dont talk about this much. There seems to be a void A growing darkness in me….. Its not evil At least no to harm anyone   It’s more so a thirst, unequivocal for anything and everything.   Power, lust, fame, money, the vices of man Its like my mind tripped, and im programmed to just conquer But I want it to be subtle Yet the kindred spirit I was, has been overpowered by my undying lust for greatness I dont even know why, but I must not die My sleep, my dreams, my terror, my fears, my nightmares are gone.   My end isn’t near, this is the beginning Im just starting off, this is about to be my inning So hold on to your seats, buckle them tight For with greatness, shall come a very big price The price of will, shall I pay To suffer is minimal, its the mind that must stay Conceded are my enemies, too shallow are their dreams Im bigger than the ocean, and deeper than their tears Kindness was a farce, might I say a phase The true evil is within me,   I am what my heart say...

 kitna dard deta hai insaan kisi ko      na samajh ke , yun besamajh lagta hai  kabhi khushi ka daawa kiya tha khud se bhi toh aaj dukh zangheen jism me baitha hai kabhi aansun girne ka naam nahi lete the aaj aakhon se dariya sa behta hai kuch lafz khamoshi se bhad ke hote hain dil ka chain yun tod te hain kabhi dukh mein bhi koi jiya hai? phir hum kitab e ghaib kholte hain farmata hai khuda, teri har hasrat ki razaa mein hoon teri har chaahat ki raah mein hoon teri har nikli dua ka asar mein hoon tere chaand se chehre ka noor mein hoon shayd, dard zindagi mein bhula na sakein jisko dil diya tha, uska dil kabhi apna na sakein kabhi toh baarish mein shifa aayegi kabhi toh chehre pe muskhurahat aayegi

 ab tujhe yaad karna hai, umr bhar tujhe jaan na hai umr bhar tujhe pyaar se zyada teri yaad mein rona hai umr bhar na khauf tha kabhi itne dard ka mujhe na irada tha kisi ko gham dene ka kambakhat tu chal padi zindagi mein aagayi nasl ka hisaab lene aur ek main tehra, bekhabar. besukoon, beqaraar.  ab tu bata tujhe yaad karna hai , tujhe pyaar se zyada, tujhe yaad karna hai , umr bhar. 

 Tum phir kabhi baarish mein milna phir kabhi zara mudke dekhna pata toh chale pyaar katra bhar bhi tha ya vehm tha humara main phir kabhi main phir kabhi jo tumhe pukarun tum bas ek awaaz dena zara pata toh chale intezaar tha teri awaaz ka jo shamein humne baahon mein guzarin thi unhe bhuljane ka dil tha kya humara kya woh lamhe the jo sang tere guzre the kabhi tu bhi mera aashiyan tha kabhi mein teri chaun aur ab dekho na ek dusre ka sawera hain hum bas hain toh ek andhera jo lehrata chalega jab tak hum phir na milein teri baahon mein ek kashish rahegi jab tak woh mujhse na milein kal faramosh nahi  aaj beandaaz hai tere aane ki khabar ne kardiye iktilafat hai dil mein kabhi umr guzre  toh aana chai par jeeinge woh lamhe saare haathon mein haath daal kar shayad pyaar ki daastan hai hi yeh na milenge kabhi toh bhicharne ka wajood hi nahi hoga na jiyenge kabhi toh marne ka taqaza nahi hoga

The fluorescent lights of the diner cast a sterile glow on Asif's face as he wiped down tables. His hands, calloused from years of labor, moved with practiced ease, the rhythm of a life lived in service. At 54, he wasn't complaining. He'd come to America with a dream stitched in his heart, a tapestry woven with the threads of opportunity and a promise to his family. A promise of a halal life built on faith and honest toil. Back home, his wife, Zaheera, navigated the chaos of their six-bedroom apartment with the grace of a seasoned captain. Schoolbooks, cricket bats, and the lingering aroma of cardamom tea filled the air, a symphony of their domestic life. Zaheera, a teacher by profession, now juggled lesson plans with grocery lists and the whispered supplications of a mother praying for her brood. Their eldest son, Farhan, was already on the cusp of adulthood, a shadow of his father, with eyes mirroring Asif's quiet determination. Like vibrant gemstones, the five daught...