โ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐โ
๐๐จ ๐ ๐๐ซ๐๐ฉ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐๐ฌ๐๐ง๐, ๐ ๐๐ซ๐ ๐๐ฅ๐ฃ๐ ๐จ๐ค๐๐ ๐ ๐ค ๐ซ๐ฎ๐๐ ๐ฉ ๐ ๐๐ง๐ฉ๐๐ฎ ๐๐ช๐ฎ๐ ๐ฎ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ฉ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐, ๐๐ช๐ข๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ฃ๐๐๐ง ๐๐๐๐ช๐ฅ๐ ๐ฅ๐ช๐ง๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐๐ค๐ฉ๐ค๐ฃ ๐๐ช๐ง ๐๐๐ง๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ฉ๐ ๐๐๐. ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐ก๐ ๐๐๐๐ง๐ ๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐ค๐ฃ ๐ ๐ ๐ฃ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ช๐ง ๐ฏ๐๐ฃ๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ง ๐ฅ๐๐ก ๐ข๐๐๐ฃ, ๐ฌ๐ค๐ ๐๐ ๐ฅ๐ช๐ง๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ฎ๐๐๐๐ค๐ฃ ๐ ๐ ๐จ๐๐๐ฎ๐ ๐ ๐ค ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ฉ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ค ๐๐ช๐ข๐จ๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ช๐ฉ๐ ๐ฃ๐๐๐.
Aankhon ke neeche kale ghere yunhi nahi badh rahe,
Varsho pehle ke hadse se hum aaj bhi ladd rahe.
Dil ke kone mein chhupi chot purani,
Zinda hai aaj bhi, woh dard bhari kahani.
Beetay palon ne ek gehra nishaan hai chodda,
Har raat ussi gham ki soch mein dooba.
Aankhon mein aansu, palkein huyi bhaari,
Raat bhar rone se, neend bhi thi bhaagi.
Yaadon ka bojh, dil ko hai satata,
Sannate mein bas woh lamha hi yaad aata.
Inn ankhon pe andheron ki chaadar hai,
Jo ek gehra samundar chhupaati hai.
Dil ke dard ko hum chupaye baithe hain,
Par aankhon ke ghere sab kuch bayaan karte hain.
Saans lene ki bhi ek majboori hai,
Jeene ke liye yeh toh zaroori hai.
Varna hum kab ke gir chuke hote,
Is zindagi ki daud mein haar chuke hote.
Gehri raaton mein aksar uth kar baith jate hain,
Woh pal, woh chot, humse kuch kehna chahti hain.
Neend se ladte, hum khud-se haar jaate hain,
Har raat hum apne zakhamon ko aazmaate hain.
Aksar sochta hoon, kash yeh gham na hota,
Jeene ki raah mein, yeh dard ka saaya na hota.
Har kaali raat ek purani yaad lekar aati hain,
Aur hum, ussi yaad ke saaye mein kho jaate hain.
Dil ke kone mein chhupi woh aawaaz purani hain,
Dusron se chuppayi gayi yeh dard bhari kahani hain.
Har pal, har ghadi, voh purani yaad satati hain,
Aur aankhon ke neeche yeh kale ghere chhod jaati hain.
Jism mein se ab jaan hi nikal gayi hain,
Kisi baat se humse zindagi khafa hain.
Yunhi kale ghere aankhon ke neeche badh rahe hain,
Kyuki hum aaj bhi uss lamhe se ladd rahe hain.
Raat bhar ye dil apni taqdeer se lad raha hain,
Aur subah tak wapis apni kismat likh raha hain.
Jeene ki chahat mein har din mar rahe hain,
Magar andar se hum zindagi se lad rahe hain.
Kya hai yeh jeena, sirf majboori ya saza,
Ya phir ek aur intehaan jo khuda ne chuna?
Har raat ke andhere mein ek ujala dhoondte hain,
Magar din ki roshni mein andhera hi paate hain.
Yunhi nahi kale ghere aankhon ke neeche badh rahe hain,
Hum aaj bhi varsho pehle ke hadse se ladd rahe hain.
โ๐ฌ๐ฒ๐ต ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฑ ๐ต๐๐บ๐๐ฒ ๐ธ๐ฎ๐ฏ๐ต๐ถ ๐ฑ๐ผ๐ผ๐ฟ ๐ป๐ฎ๐ต๐ถ ๐ท๐ฎ๐ฎ๐๐ฎ,
๐๐ฎ๐ฟ ๐ฝ๐ฎ๐น ๐ฝ๐๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ป๐ถ ๐๐ฎ๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ผ๐ป ๐ธ๐ฎ ๐๐ฎ๐ฎ๐๐ฎ ๐๐ฎ๐ฎ๐๐ต ๐น๐ฎ๐ฎ๐๐ฎ.โ
- สส สแดสแด ษชแด แดแดษชษด. ยฉ
ยฉ Hardik Jain
Aankhon ke neeche kale ghere yunhi nahi badh rahe,
Varsho pehle ke hadse se hum aaj bhi ladd rahe.
Dil ke kone mein chhupi chot purani,
Zinda hai aaj bhi, woh dard bhari kahani.
Beetay palon ne ek gehra nishaan hai chodda,
Har raat ussi gham ki soch mein dooba.
Aankhon mein aansu, palkein huyi bhaari,
Raat bhar rone se, neend bhi thi bhaagi.
Yaadon ka bojh, dil ko hai satata,
Sannate mein bas woh lamha hi yaad aata.
Inn ankhon pe andheron ki chaadar hai,
Jo ek gehra samundar chhupaati hai.
Dil ke dard ko hum chupaye baithe hain,
Par aankhon ke ghere sab kuch bayaan karte hain.
Saans lene ki bhi ek majboori hai,
Jeene ke liye yeh toh zaroori hai.
Varna hum kab ke gir chuke hote,
Is zindagi ki daud mein haar chuke hote.
Gehri raaton mein aksar uth kar baith jate hain,
Woh pal, woh chot, humse kuch kehna chahti hain.
Neend se ladte, hum khud-se haar jaate hain,
Har raat hum apne zakhamon ko aazmaate hain.
Aksar sochta hoon, kash yeh gham na hota,
Jeene ki raah mein, yeh dard ka saaya na hota.
Har kaali raat ek purani yaad lekar aati hain,
Aur hum, ussi yaad ke saaye mein kho jaate hain.
Dil ke kone mein chhupi woh aawaaz purani hain,
Dusron se chuppayi gayi yeh dard bhari kahani hain.
Har pal, har ghadi, voh purani yaad satati hain,
Aur aankhon ke neeche yeh kale ghere chhod jaati hain.
Jism mein se ab jaan hi nikal gayi hain,
Kisi baat se humse zindagi khafa hain.
Yunhi kale ghere aankhon ke neeche badh rahe hain,
Kyuki hum aaj bhi uss lamhe se ladd rahe hain.
Raat bhar ye dil apni taqdeer se lad raha hain,
Aur subah tak wapis apni kismat likh raha hain.
Jeene ki chahat mein har din mar rahe hain,
Magar andar se hum zindagi se lad rahe hain.
Kya hai yeh jeena, sirf majboori ya saza,
Ya phir ek aur intehaan jo khuda ne chuna?
Har raat ke andhere mein ek ujala dhoondte hain,
Magar din ki roshni mein andhera hi paate hain.
Yunhi nahi kale ghere aankhon ke neeche badh rahe hain,
Hum aaj bhi varsho pehle ke hadse se ladd rahe hain.
โ๐ฌ๐ฒ๐ต ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฑ ๐ต๐๐บ๐๐ฒ ๐ธ๐ฎ๐ฏ๐ต๐ถ ๐ฑ๐ผ๐ผ๐ฟ ๐ป๐ฎ๐ต๐ถ ๐ท๐ฎ๐ฎ๐๐ฎ,
๐๐ฎ๐ฟ ๐ฝ๐ฎ๐น ๐ฝ๐๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ป๐ถ ๐๐ฎ๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ผ๐ป ๐ธ๐ฎ ๐๐ฎ๐ฎ๐๐ฎ ๐๐ฎ๐ฎ๐๐ต ๐น๐ฎ๐ฎ๐๐ฎ.โ
- สส สแดสแด ษชแด แดแดษชษด. ยฉ
ยฉ Hardik Jain