Parinde

Jab se main is shehar mein aaya hoon charon taraf dekhta rehta hoon, lekin parinde nazar nahin aate. Shayad suraj ki tapti roshni mein woh dikhte nahin the ya aasman ki taraf aankh uthane ki himmat nahin thi.

Ab jab naam aur shohrat kama li to paya ki parinde sirf uchaiyon par nazar aate hain. Shayad unhe bhi ye shehar nazdeek se bhata nahin hai. Aaj ghar ki uchaiyon se mein dekhta hoon. Kabhi kabhar mere kamre ke bahar ek chidiya chehkti hai, Kabhi tote nazar aate hain, kabhi cheel, kabhi ghar ka khabri kabootar nazar aa jata hai.

Parindon ke paron mein safar ka ehsaas ho jaata hai. Wo bane hain udaan bharne ke liye. Apne ghar ki grill se jhankta hoon, sab dikhta hai lekin aankhon ke nazdeek nazar aati hai woh grill jo shayad mujhe shehar se mehfooz rakhti hai ya shehar ko mujhse!!

Yahan saiyaaz bhi kai hain. Wo jo parindon ka shikaar na jaane kab se karte aa rahein hain. Na inke paas anaaj hai, na jaal bichaya hai. Inke paas aasman mein kabhi udne ka certificate tha, shayad hawa ke thapedon se gir kar, saham ke, ye ab aasman mein udte nahin. Lekin certificate hai sahab. Thoda dhundla hai to kya hua, certificate sab dekhna chahte hain.

Main sochta hoon ki jab ek parinda apni pehli udaan bharta hai, usse sirf ek ehsaas hota hai, shayad hawaein us se baate karti hain, shayad uske pankh raat ko taqiye ka kaam karte hain, wo apne armanon par sota hai. Aur jab jagta hai to pehli yaad hoti hai us sapne ki jismein, har shehar ke toote raste, har building mein ladte insaan, har dhuan ugalti chimney ko chalaang kar wo udata hai, kismat ki rekha ke aage...

ye parinde kabhi kabhi hi nazar aate hain...zyadatar mein bhi us road par chalta hoon, lekin na jaane kyun aajkal main apne bacche ko wo kagaz ki chidiya banana sikha raha hoon jo bachpan mein maine seekhi thi