Kyu karti ho phone hamesha?
“Thik hu main… sambhal sakta hu khud ko,”
Ye keh dena kitna aasaan lagta hai na…
Par ek baar ruk kar sochna,
Tumhare “thik hu” ke peeche,
Kitni baar usne chupke se dua maangi hogi.
“Mujhe bhi privacy chahiye…”
Haan, chahiye hoti hai sabko,
Par maa toh woh kitaab hai,
Jo tumhare bina har panne par adhoori lagti hai.
Uske din ki shuruaat tumse,
Aur raat ki dua bhi tum par khatam hoti hai.
Tum sochte ho —
Kuch aur kaam nahi hai kya?
Hamesha khana khaya?
Shaam ko kya banaun?
Kal subah kya khaoge?
Par tum nahi jaante…
Woh sirf khana nahi poochti,
Woh poochti hai —
“Mera bachcha theek toh hai na?”
Tum office ki meetings mein busy ho,
Zindagi ki दौड़ mein uljhe ho,
Aur ek missed call dekh kar sochte ho —
“Phir maa ka phone…”
Par kabhi uss taraf ka sannata suna hai?
Jahan woh bas itna sochti hai —
“Pata nahi khana khaya hoga ya nahi…”
Tumhare liye woh ek call hai,
Uske liye poori duniya.
Tumhare liye ek sawaal —
“Khana khaya?”
Uske liye sukoon ka jawab.
Kabhi kabhi maa annoying lagti hai na?
Bar-bar phone, bar-bar fikr…
Par sach bataun?
Jis din phone nahi aayega,
Jis din koi nahi puchega —
“Beta, kuch kha lena…”
Us din duniya ki sabse badi khamoshi
Tumhare andar utar jayegi.
Maa bore nahi hoti tumse,
Na hi tumhari daant ko dil par leti hai.
Kyuki maa mohabbat ka woh samandar hai,
Jisme tum gusse se patthar phenko,
Tab bhi lehrein sirf dua banke laut ti hain.
Tum sirf uska beta nahi ho,
Tum uski aadat ho,
Uski ibadat ho,
Uske dil ka woh tukda ho,
Jo janam ke din alag toh hua,
Par kabhi usse juda nahi hua.
Yaad rakhna…
Duniya mein hazaar log milenge,
Jo tumhari success par taali bajayenge,
Par ek maa hi hoti hai,
Jo tumhari thakan ko tumhare “hello” se samajh jaati hai.
Isliye agar aaj phir maa ka phone aaye,
Toh jaldi mein mat kehna —
“Haan maa, busy hu…”
Thoda ruk jaana…
Aur keh dena —
“Maa, aaj kya banaya hai?”
Kyuki ek din…
Tum bahut kuch ban jaoge,
Par maa ke haath ka khana,
Aur maa ke bina wajah wale phone…
Sirf yaad ban kar reh jayenge.
Aur yaadein kabhi phone nahi karti… 