IMUSHA

That day, for checking my personal emails, as soon as I opened ID, I was shocked, there was an E-mail reverted by Renuka after two years. I opened and read it immediately. She wrote just only some lines. Hi, I am in your city and want to meet, Send your no. And yes, I forgave you. Still Yours Renuka These were not just lines for me, these were indications that my life has returned back. I read them twice, thrice and many more time and when I believed that those are in real by her. I took a deep breath and immediate reply her with my phone number. After sending number I began to wait for her call. This was the time when every second had turned in to like a century and my heartbeat were rising after every second. In between this situation I remember everything that had happened in the last two years. That was her last year of collage and I started to work in a company. We both were very happy with each others. We met every evening, went on date every Sunday and talk...

 “Its your Exam time and you are doing this nonsense…??” These were the words from a Father for his 12th Standard Son because He wrote something like poetry based on love. I was that Son. Who didn't know that writing can gives a slap on face too.  After this incidence I didn't write for some next days. That was my first year of B.Sc, when I realized that there is a writer in myself, but when I thought about to take it seriously, my father and family became in front of my eyes. Anyway, I continued to write and study both. why I was writing I didn't know but it gave me an energy and piece of mind. I completed my graduation and took admission in PG College for Travel and Tourism Management because this was the field which I love after writing. Even my family wanted to put me in government jobs and here they were agree too with my decision because they thought that there can be a possibility for government job in this sector also. Well… I completed my PG and started w...

It was Friday. Finally I had planned this weekend to go on long drive with my friends, have dinner on Dhabas and do all the things which we have done before. From Last some months we all are busy in our jobs, we need a break .., spend time with each others, do some masti.., but because of workload we are unable. Finally the most awaited time is going to come in action, when we were in position to do the things at our own way. I was too happy this morning and doing things on my table, suddenly somebody wish me.. “Sir Good Morning…” it was simran, intern in our office. she is learning under my colleague Nancy. Nancy and me were in same department so some time Simran helped me also…well..I replied.. “Good Morning Simran…How are you??” ‘I Am Fine and Happy, as usual…’ “Hmm As usual..” I smiled. Really as she said, her nature was ditto same. I never saw her upset. whatever the situation..she is always happy. Many times Nancy yelled at her even I too, but she never took on the ...

वो गालों के गहरे डिंपल, वो उलझी उलझी से ज़ुल्फ़ें वो बच्चों से बेवाक हँसी, वो छोटी छोटी सी आँखें वो मस्ती, वो अल्हडपंती वो नटखटपन, वो नौटंकी ये सबकुछ आँखों से अक्सर, बेवक्त बरसता रहता है मेरी पलकों के नीचे कोई, आज भी हँसता रहता है।

सांच-झूठ-अंतर कैसे, अन्तर्मन  को  समझाऊँ  मैं  इस विरहाघात को सहने का सामर्थ्य कहाँ से लाऊं मैं ? कुछ कहते हैं  तेरी थी, कुछ कहते गलती  मेरी थी  मान भी लूं गर गलती थी तो किसको गलत बताऊँ मैं ?  इश्क़ फ़लक पर जिसके दम पे मैंने उड़ना सीखा था  उसने ही पर काट दिए तो, ज़ख्म किसे दिखलाऊं मैं ? गैर तो फिर भी गैर ही थे, अपने भी क्या कम उनसे  किसका किसका दिल  झाँकू, किस किस पे दोष लगाऊं मैं ? जाने कब से इकतरफा है, जाने कब से दबा हुआ इस रिश्ते में कितना तड़पूँ, कितना भला निभाऊँ मैं ?

कुछ अनकही बातें... कुछ अनसुलझे सवाल... कुछ शिकायतें... कुछ ख्वाहिशें.... कुछ इकरार.... कुछ इजहार.... सब को आज भी इंतज़ार है,  उस मुलाक़ात का...., जो कभी नहीं होगी। 

दो या ढाई ही रहे होंगे.. फिर भी कहाँ संभले.... प्रहार करता वक्त .. आहत होती भावनाएं .. नियंत्रण रहित मस्तिष्क.. आवेशित ह्रदय. .. सहनशक्ति ही तो थी  कब तक सहती.... टूट गयी..... और छलक पड़ीं आँखें.. दर्द के उन चंद  टुकड़ों के साथ, जो संख्या में तो कुछ भी न थे.. पर वजन में बहुत ज्यादा थे...

तुमने मेरी आँखों में,  आसमान..,  समन्दर...,  झील..,  किताब..,  आईना..,  और भी न जाने क्या क्या तो देखा..,  पर पता नहीं क्यों..,  'आँखें ही छोङ दीं...।'

बात तो बस इतनी सी थी.... सारे जग में अँधियारा और तुम में सूरज दिखता था, जो दिल पे अपनी किरणों से, जो भी चाहे लिखता था जिसका लिखा कभी क्षण भर  को, भी न हम थे मिटा सके जिसकी धूप भरी परछाई अम्बर से न हटा सके जिसकी प्रीत की गंगा मेरे रोम रोम पे बसती थी कभी आँख से बह जाती, तो कभी होंठ से हंसती थी   जिसको तुमने मिथ्या माना, जिसे समझ न पायीं कभी...... बात तो बस इतनी सी थी.…।  - जितेंद्र परमार 

थोड़ी पागल, थोड़ी जिद्दी , थोड़ी मस्त हवा सी है  आँखों से सब कुछ कहती है, होंठों  से शर्माती है।  उसे समझना नामुमकिन है, फिर भी मैंने कोशिश की  समझ के भी लगता है लेकिन अभी समझना बाकी है।  हुस्न परी, चितचोर राधिका , सौम्य , सुलोचन, मृगनयनी  रूप  के  सारे  रंग  समेटे,   सुन्दर  किसी  बला सी है।  पाक, पवित्र, सादगी जिसके तन और मन की शोभा है  इस भौतिक  युग   में  भी  जैसे   अभौतिकतावादी   है।    कितने सहज सरल ढंग से हल, कर देती है  हर मुश्किल  छोटी  नन्ही  बातों  में  जीवन   के   सार   सिखाती  है।  जिसके आगे टिके न क्षण भर, शंकित मन का अँधियारा   नव प्रभात के रंग दिखाती शुभ कि प्रथम विभा सी है।