Poet 🙂

Maine usse ki hai mohabbat magar wo mujhe samjhti hi kahan hai…
Jo sab maine kiya hai uske liye wo sab uske liye bewajah hai…

Aaj bhi lakhon log taraste hain sachchi mohabbat pane ke liye…
Log pyar me naqaab pahne kr baithe hain jimson ko fansane ke liye…


Aisi duniya me main use jaan se zyada chahta hun…
Magar wo kya chahti hai main bas yahi samjh nahi paata hun…

Kahti hai wo mujhse ki use pyar bahut zyada hai…
Magar mujhe na jaane kyun lagta hai ki uska kuchh aur hi irada hai…

Uske paas nahi rahta waqt do meethi baaten karne ke liye…
Wo mujhe awaz tak na degi agar nikal jaun main marne ke liye…

Mujhe andekha karna jaise uski adat si hone lagi hai…
Jis ladki se maine kiya tha pyar sach kahun to wo ladki kahin khone lagi hai…

Mere dil me is baat ke liye har dam tadap uthati rahti hai…
Magar wo nadan meri is tadap ko kabhi nahi samjhti hai

Main dillagi karta to tab shayad use pasand aata. .
Jab mera man hota main baat karta jab man na hota to use bhool jaata…


Shayad wo bhi aise hi rishte ko pasand karti hai…
ho sakta hai use na rahna ho sath mere aur wo ye kahne se darti hai…

is waqt hum samandar ke do kinare bane huye hain…
ek doosre se door kisi alag hi disha me khade huye hain….

ab zyada din tak shayad naa chale uska aur mera sath…
maine hi thaam rakha hai warna wo kab ka chhudana chahti hai mujhse apna hath