𝙔𝙚𝙝 𝙠𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙩𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙞 𝙯𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙖𝙜𝙞 𝙠𝙚 𝙪𝙙𝙖𝙨𝙞 𝙖𝙪𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙠𝙤 𝙗𝙖𝙮𝙖𝙣 𝙠𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙞 𝙝𝙖𝙞, 𝙟𝙖𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙝𝙖𝙧 𝙥𝙖𝙡 𝙚𝙠 𝙣𝙖𝙮𝙞 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙛 𝙖𝙪𝙧 𝙧𝙖𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙞𝙣 𝙥𝙪𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙞 𝙮𝙖𝙖𝙙𝙤𝙣 𝙨𝙚 𝙗𝙝𝙖𝙧 𝙜𝙖𝙮𝙞 𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙣. 𝙃𝙖𝙧 𝙚𝙠 𝙙𝙞𝙣 𝙗𝙖𝙨 𝙚𝙠 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙮𝙖𝙧𝙞 𝙗𝙖𝙣 𝙜𝙖𝙮𝙖 𝙝𝙖𝙞, 𝙟𝙖𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙠𝙝𝙪𝙨𝙝𝙞 𝙠𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙚 𝙨𝙚 𝙧𝙖𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙗𝙝𝙞 𝙙𝙤𝙤𝙧 𝙡𝙖𝙜𝙩𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙣, 𝙖𝙪𝙧 𝙙𝙞𝙡 𝙨𝙞𝙧𝙛 𝙖𝙥𝙣𝙞 𝙪𝙙𝙖𝙨𝙞 𝙠𝙚 𝙜𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙜𝙖𝙖𝙩𝙖 𝙝𝙖𝙞.


Mere kuch din toh bas, kayamat ki tarah gujre hain,
Har pal mein dard ke sirf dhaage hi bune hain,
Na jane kyu, lekin har baat par meri aankh se sirf aansu hi bahe hain,
Jism se, ek saaye ki tarah, sapne ud-se gaye hain.

Dil ki deewar pe yaadon ke bas rang chhode gaye hain,
Bheegi raatein aur unsuni kahaniyon ke paimane bhare gaye hain,
Zakhmon ki gehraiyon mein bas unhi palon ke qisse dafnaye gaye hain,
Jahan dard ke saaye ne hamesha se apne paon dhare hain.

Ek raat, Mein yun hi chaadar odh kar aaya tha,
Dil ke kone mein bass chand chingariya laya tha,
Meri tanhai ke us chote-se sheher mein,
sirf khamoshi ke hi dhol bajaye gaye hain,
Aur meri har woh yaadein, un khamosh dino ke geet ban-se gaye hain.

Ab toh bas, ek hi sukoon hai, aansu jo khud-se hi bahaye hain,
Ye dil ke dard, jaise zakhmo se anjaan hain,
Guzra waqt, jaise ek purani kahani ke panne ban gaye hain,
Aur zindagi ke har maud par, sirf andhere hi chhaye hain.

Khwaabon ka sheher toh ab door hi reh gaya hain,
Har mod pe, sirf ek chhoti si khushi ka saaya hi reh gaya hain,
Mere kuch din toh bas, kayamat ki tarah gujre hain,
Aur ye dil, ab sirf udasi ka geet gaye ja raha hain.


“𝘿𝙞𝙡 𝙠𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙠𝙞 𝙧𝙖𝙖𝙝𝙤𝙣 𝙥𝙖𝙧, 𝙠𝙝𝙪𝙨𝙝𝙞 𝙠𝙞 𝙧𝙖𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙞𝙣 𝙠𝙖𝙗𝙝𝙞 𝙣𝙖𝙝𝙞 𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙩𝙞,
𝙃𝙖𝙧 𝙙𝙞𝙣 𝙚𝙠 𝙪𝙙𝙖𝙨𝙞 𝙠𝙞 𝙙𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙖𝙣 𝙝𝙖𝙞, 𝙟𝙤 𝙠𝙖𝙗𝙝𝙞 𝙠𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙖𝙢 𝙣𝙖𝙝𝙞 𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙞.”


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