Noor

By Vaishavi Ashokkumar Oza

Woh kehta hai, uske andar sirf kamiyaan bastee hain, 

Jaise koi khoya hua misra, jo ghazal banne se qasir reh gaya ho.

Aaye Ghalib, ab use kaun samjhaye,

Ki mujhe toh uski har kami ek shayari lagti hai, 

Jo bas uske hone se be-misaal ho jaati hai.

Woh toh pehli baarish hai,

Jo rooh tak bheega de.

Aisi ghazal hai woh, jo lafzon se nahi, 

Dil ki dhadkanon se likhi gayi hai.

Aur uski muskurahat toh jaise ek adhoora shayar, Jo sirf uske zikr se mukammal ho.

Woh samajhta hai apne aap ko sirf ek kahani, 

Aur main use apni taqdeer likhne wala shayar manti hoon.

Woh sirf ek naam samajhta hai apne wajood ko, Aur main usse mohabbat ki sabse khoobsurat ibarat likhti hoon.

By Vaishavi Ashokkumar Oza