*(वासीम बरेलवी जी की ग़ज़ल)*

क्या दुःख है, समंदर को बता भी नहीं सकता
आँसू की तरह आँख तक आ भी नहीं सकता
तू छोड़ रहा है, तो ख़ता इसमें तेरी क्या
हर शख्स मेरा साथ, निभा भी नहीं सकता
प्यासे रहे जाते हैं जमाने के सवालात
किसके लिए जिन्दा हूँ, बता भी नहीं सकता
घर ढूंढ रहे हैं मेरा , रातों के पुजारी
मैं हूँ कि चरागों को बुझा भी नहीं सकता
वैसे तो एक आँसू ही बहा के मुझे ले जाए
ऐसे कोई तूफ़ान हिला भी नहीं सकता

The world is a waiting room

The world is like a waiting room in a railway station; it is not your house.
You are not going to remain in the waiting room forever.
Nothing in the waiting room belongs to you – the furniture, the paintings on the wall .... You use them – you see the painting, you sit on the chair, you rest on the bed – but nothing belongs to you.
You are just here for a few ...minutes, or for a few hours at the most, then you will be gone.
Yes, what you have brought in with you, into the waiting room, you will take away with you; that’s yours. What have you brought into the world? And the world certainly is a waiting room.
The waiting may not be in seconds, minutes, hours, days, it may be in years; but what does it matter whether you wait seven hours, or seventy years?
You may forget, in seventy years, that you are just in a waiting room.
You may star t thinking perhaps you are the owner, perhaps this is the house you have built.
You may start putting your nameplate on the waiting room.
~Osho~