𝙔𝙚 𝙠𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙩𝙖 𝙚𝙠 𝙖𝙞𝙨𝙚 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙖𝙖𝙣 𝙠𝙞 𝙠𝙖𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙞 𝙝𝙖𝙞 𝙟𝙤 𝙖𝙥𝙣𝙚 𝙠𝙝𝙖𝙮𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙚𝙞𝙣 𝙠𝙝𝙤 𝙟𝙖𝙖𝙩𝙖 𝙝𝙖𝙞 𝙖𝙪𝙧 𝙧𝙖𝙖𝙩 𝙗𝙝𝙖𝙧 𝙖𝙥𝙣𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚 𝙡𝙖𝙙𝙩𝙖 𝙝𝙖𝙞. 𝙃𝙖𝙧 𝙥𝙖𝙡 𝙪𝙨𝙠𝙞 𝙯𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙖𝙜𝙞 𝙠𝙝𝙪𝙙 𝙝𝙞 𝙪𝙨𝙠𝙚 𝙠𝙝𝙖𝙮𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣 𝙠𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙖𝙮𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙞𝙣, 𝙧𝙖𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙗𝙖𝙝 𝙩𝙖𝙠 𝙩𝙖𝙗𝙖𝙝 𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙞 𝙧𝙚𝙝𝙩𝙞 𝙝𝙖𝙞. 𝙄𝙨𝙢𝙚𝙞𝙣 𝙬𝙤 𝙖𝙥𝙣𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙡 𝙠𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙤𝙣 𝙠𝙤 𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙖𝙟𝙝𝙣𝙚 𝙠𝙞 𝙠𝙤𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙠𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙖 𝙝𝙖𝙞, 𝙖𝙪𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙧 𝙚𝙠 𝙖𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙤𝙤 𝙖𝙪𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙠𝙤 𝙖𝙥𝙣𝙞 𝙯𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙖𝙜𝙞 𝙠𝙖 𝙚𝙠 𝙝𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙖 𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙖 𝙝𝙖𝙞.


Khayalo mein dooba, raat se subah karta hu mein,
Khamosh lamhon mein, apne dil ko yun samjhata hu mein.
Aansuo se bhare hue palon mein, khud ko yun behlata hu mein,
Is andheri raat mein, khud se hi sawaal karta hu mein.

Jaane kitni yaadein hain, jinhe yaad karta hu meain,
Is tanha dil ke saaye mein, khud ko barbaad karta hoon mein.
Dil ki veeran galiyon mein, aawazon ka ek silsila hai,
Bas isi khamoshi ke sath, apni zindagi tabah karta hoon mein.

Har ek khwab jo toot gaya, unka bojh uthaata hoon mein,
In aasuon ki roshni mein, dard ka diya jalaata hoon mein.
Is adhoori kahani ke har panno ko, khud hi likhta hoon mein,
Khayalo ke saaye mein, raat se subah karta hu mein.

Zindagi ke har us mod par, jahan har raasta gumrah hain,
Wahan khud ko, bas yunhi thoda-thoda kho deta hoon mein.
Har aansoo jo ankhon se behta hai, ek kahani sunata hain,
Is dard bhari raah par, bas yunhi chalta rehta hoon mein

Phir se koi khushi mil jaye, umeed hai mere dil mein,
Lekin in khushiyon ke beech bhi, bas tanha rahta hu har pal mein.
Raat se subah tak, khayalon mein dooba rehta hoon mein,
Bas isi tarah se, khud ki zindagi tabaah karta hu mein.


“𝙃𝙖𝙧 𝙠𝙝𝙬𝙖𝙗 𝙠𝙤 𝙧𝙖𝙖𝙩 𝙠𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙞𝙣 𝙟𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙖𝙩𝙖 𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙚𝙞𝙣,
𝙆𝙝𝙪𝙨𝙝𝙞 𝙠𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙖𝙮𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙞𝙣, 𝙖𝙥𝙣𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙠𝙤 𝙘𝙝𝙝𝙪𝙥𝙖𝙖 𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙖 𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙚𝙞𝙣.”

- ʙʏ ʜᴀʀᴅɪᴋ ᴊᴀɪɴ. ©

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