𝙄𝙨 𝙠𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙩𝙖 𝙠𝙚 𝙙𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙖, 𝙠𝙖𝙫𝙞 𝙖𝙥𝙣𝙞 𝙨𝙤𝙘𝙝 𝙠𝙤 𝙫𝙮𝙖𝙠𝙩 𝙠𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙮 𝙝𝙪𝙮𝙚, 𝙮𝙚𝙝 𝙠𝙚𝙝𝙣𝙖 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙝𝙩𝙖 𝙝𝙖𝙞 𝙠𝙞, 𝙯𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙖𝙜𝙞 𝙠𝙚 𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙪𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙠𝙤 𝙝𝙪𝙢 𝙗𝙖𝙝𝙖𝙧 𝙨𝙚 𝙣𝙖 𝙙𝙞𝙠𝙝𝙖𝙮𝙚𝙞𝙣, 𝙡𝙚𝙠𝙞𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙖𝙧 𝙨𝙚 𝙝𝙪𝙢 𝙪𝙨𝙨𝙚 𝙥𝙪𝙧𝙞 𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙝 𝙢𝙚𝙝𝙨𝙤𝙤𝙨 𝙠𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙣. 𝙃𝙖𝙧 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙠𝙪𝙧𝙖𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙠𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙚𝙘𝙝𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙠 𝙠𝙖𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙞 𝙝𝙖𝙞, 𝙟𝙞𝙨𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙧𝙛 𝙝𝙪𝙢 𝙝𝙞 𝙟𝙖𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙣, 𝙖𝙪𝙧 𝙖𝙥𝙣𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙠𝙤 𝙘𝙝𝙝𝙪𝙥𝙖𝙣𝙖 𝙝𝙞 𝙝𝙪𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙞 𝙯𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙖𝙜𝙞 𝙠𝙞 𝙖𝙨𝙡𝙞 𝙧𝙖𝙖𝙯 𝙝𝙖𝙞.



Hamari kahani, sirf hum hi jante hain,

Har raaz, har dard, bas hum hi samajhte hain.

Zindagi ke rang chhode, humne khud se,

Barbaad jawani, chhupayi hai humne sabse.


Logon ko pata hai, zinda hain hum,

Par kaise jee rahe, yeh sirf hum hi jaante hain.

Raat ke andheron mein, jab hum jagte hain,

Tabhi toh apne dard ki kahani suna paate hain.


Chandni raat mein, tanhai ka khayal sada rehta,

Har pal ki ghutan se, dil ka bojh badhta rehta.

Log samajhte hain muskurahat ko khushi hamari,

Par uske piche ka sach hamko hi pata rehta.


Dil ke jazbaat mein chhupa hai ek hi raaz humara,

Har dard ko humne apnaya hai jaise ho apna saaya.

Zindagi ke har mod pe, khud ko samjhaya hai,

Par kis tarah zinda hain, yeh humne chhupaya hai.


Dil se jo guzar raha hai, woh raaz humne chhupaya hain,

Har dard ko apni kahani mein basaya hai.

Khushiyo ki dhundh mein, bas andheron ka saaya hai,

Par sach yeh hai, zindagi kahin gumshuda hain.


Zindagi ki raahon mein, ek ajeeb si thakaan hai,

Dil ke andheron mein, ek purani si pehchaan hai.

Aankhon ke aansu, kabhi dard se baat karte hain,

Par muskurahat ki kahani, bas logon ko dikhate hain.


Har pal ke dard ko, humne apna banaya hain,

Khud ko sambhal kar apne dard ko chhupaaya hain.

Zindagi ke har mod pe, apni kahani likhi hain,

Par andar ki kahani ko, bas hamne hi jaani hain.


Jab logon se milte hain, muskurahat dikhate hain,

Par dil ke gehraiyon mein, sirf apne dard ko jaante hain.

Zindagi ke raaste, kahaniyon se bhare hain,

Par asli dard ki kahani, sirf hum hi jaante hain.


Zinda hain hum, par ek alag si kahani hai,

Dard ke rang mein, ek ajeeb si zindagani hai.

Har muskurahat ki raahat bhi, paheli si lagti hai,

Tabhi toh, dard ki gehraiyon mein, zindagi chhupi rehti hai.


“𝙕𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙖 𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙪𝙢, 𝙥𝙖𝙧 𝙚𝙠 𝙖𝙙𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙧𝙞 𝙠𝙖𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙞 𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙣,
𝘿𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙠𝙚 𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚𝙞𝙣, 𝙝𝙖𝙧 𝙚𝙠 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙠𝙪𝙧𝙖𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙥𝙪𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙞 𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙣.”

- ʙʏ ʜᴀʀᴅɪᴋ ᴊᴀɪɴ. ©
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