The ultimate mystery

I was just going through the blog of one of my dearest pals, Justin. And I came to a post which says "The inevitable incompleteness of life...". You can read it here. Basically it was written keeping in mind if he was gonna die at the very moment he was in. When I gave a shot at this thought, I just thought of a philosophical human being and how he would think lying on his death bed and it translated into a poem and here it is :-

jo guzar gaya, woh karavan mera hai
jo dhal gayi woh meri hi jawani hai
yeh zindagi ke ajeeb fasle hai
na tu hai, na teri koi manmani hai.

aaj nazre kyon uthata hoon, jab kuch dikhta nahi
aaj kadam kyon badata hoon, jab kahin pahoonchta nahi
is duniya ki barbad nazron mein mai aabad sahi,
kuch bhatake musafiro ka mai gumshuda sardar sahi
yun to duniya khoob jani pehchani hai
fir sannata kyon hai, fir kyon virani hai
yeh zindagi ke ajeeb fasle hai
na tu hai, na teri koi manmani hai.

yeh ankahi batein, yeh bemajboor tanhai
yeh patjhar ka mausam, aur sawan ki ruswai
is samay ke badalne se badal gaya mera jahan,
zindagi ke theherne se badal gaya yeh sara sama,
aankhon mein utarti har tasvir aaj purani hai
na koi kashish hai, na koi ravani hai
yeh zindagi ke ajeeb fasle hai
na tu hai, na teri koi manmani hai.

dulha kabhi tha, dulhan banne ki hai bari,
yahan se doli jane ka, kram badastoor hai jari
sochta hoon doston ki zindagi ko kya diya,
is kahani ke safar mein zindagi se kya liya
aaj bas deti sunai manishiyon ki bani hai,
pyar bant-ta chal, bas pal do pal ki kahani hai
yeh zindagi ke ajeeb fasle hai
na tu hai, na teri koi manmani hai