Kabhi dhyaan se dekhna,
ghadi sirf samay nahi batati,
wo insaan ka daur bhi dikhaati hai.
Jab waqt achha hota hai, to kalai par chamak hoti hai,
kapdon me safai hoti hai, aur chehre par wo hansi
jo duniya ko kehti hai – “sab theek chal raha hai.”
Achhe waqt me insaan,
apni tasveer khud banata hai,
Kaun sa rang ka kapda pehna,
kaun si ghadi, kaun sa style,
aur kaun si duniya ke saamne
kaun sa roop dikhana hai.
Par waqt jab palat jaata hai,
to ghadi wahi rehti hai,
bas chehra badal jaata hai.
Aankhon ke neeche, thakaan ki lakeerein aa jaati hain,
hansi dheere dheere, andar kahin chhup jaati hai,
aur bina bole hi, chehra bata deta hai
“main kisi kathin daur se guzar raha hoon.”
Bure waqt me
kisi ko apni cheezein dikhane ki zarurat nahi padti.
Us waqt sirf chehra hi, sab kuch bol deta hai.
Waqt jab upar hota hai,
to log tumhari kalai dekhte hain.
Waqt jab neeche hota hai,
to wahi log
tumhari aankhon se
nazrein chura lete hain.
Kyunki ghadi, safalta dikha sakti hai,
par chehra sirf dard.
Aur dard
logon ko hamesha, bechain kar deta hai.
Kuch log bure waqt me bhi
apni izzat khona nahi chhodte.
Unke paas chamak nahi hoti,
par unki khamoshi me
gehra maan hota hai.
Unka chehra bataata hai
ki wo toote nahi hain,
wo bas samajh gaye hain.
Samajh gaye hain ki, zindagi har kisi ko
chamak nahi deti, par har kisi ko
uski asli tasveer zarur dikha deti hai.
Waqt jab chala jaata hai, to saath me
nakli log bhi chala jaate hain.
Aur jo sirf bachte hain,
wo chehre ke saath bachte hain,
bina mask, bina jhooth fareib ke.
Isliye jo insaan, apne bure daur me bhi
apni aankhon se bhaagta nahi,
wo kisi bhi ghadi se zyada keemti hota hai.
Kyunki usne waqt ko nahi,
khud ko dekha hota hai.
Aur jo khud ko dekh leta hai,
use phir kisi bhi chamak ki
zarurat nahi hoti.
RAHUL | MYSTIC | WAY