Ek Naam, Hazaar Ehsaas

 Mein tumhe apne lafzon mein kya likhu-
Dost likhu? Ghamghusar likhu? Ya pyaar likhu?
Pehla ishq likhu? Ya sukoon likhu?
Ya pehli yaad likhu?

Sach pucho toh mera dil kehta hai,
duniya ke tamam lafzon ko yakja karke
ek pyaari si baat likhu-
tumko apni kaynaat likhun..!

Tumhe apni har khoobsurat subah ki wajah likhun,
shaam ki woh muskurahat likhun
jo bina kisi wajah ke chehre par aa jaaye.

Tumhe woh geet likhun
jise sunte hi dil khud-ba-khud khush ho jaaye,
ya woh khushboo likhun
jo kisi purani yaad ko bhi khoobsurat bana de.

Tumhe apni chhoti-chhoti khushiyon ka hissa likhun,
apni har achhi khabar ka pehla khayal likhun,
aur un lamhon ka sukoon likhun
jinmein waqt thoda aur theher jaaye.

Tumhe chaahat likhun,
ya tumhe woh khoobsurat ehsaas likhun
jiske hone se zindagi
thodi aur haseen lagne lage.

Aur shayad…
tumhe sirf apna pyaar nahi,
apni har woh khushi likhun
jise dil baar-baar jeena chahe.

Kyunki kuch log lafzon mein nahi likhe jaate-
woh toh dil mein utar kar
zindagi ka sabse khoobsurat ehsaas ban jaate hain.

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