𝐘𝐞𝐡 𝐤𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐚 𝐮𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐨 𝐤𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐲𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐢 𝐣𝐨 𝐝𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐤𝐞 𝐣𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢 𝐛𝐚𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐚𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐡𝐤𝐚𝐫, 𝐚𝐩𝐧𝐢 𝐤𝐡𝐮𝐝 𝐤𝐢 𝐝𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢 𝐚𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐢 𝐤𝐢 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐧. 𝐈𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐤𝐡𝐮𝐝 𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐡𝐚𝐢 𝐤𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐣𝐡𝐤𝐚𝐫, 𝐚𝐩𝐧𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐧𝐞 𝐤𝐢 𝐤𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐢, 𝐣𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐠, 𝐚𝐩𝐧𝐢 𝐤𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐚𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐢 𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐣𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐡𝐢 𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐝𝐚 𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐢.

Logon ki jhuthi baaton se door rehta hoon,
Khud mein rehna, bas wahi pasand karta hoon.

Nafrat bhare rangon se alag rehta hoon,
Khud ke sang, dil ko sukoon deta hoon.
Jhoothi muskaan mein zindagi nahi jeeta,
Sach ke pal mein chhupi khushi dhoondhta hoon.

Nigaahon mein aksar chalti hai andhiyan,
Dil ke hisse mein sirf udasi ki kahaniyan.
Jhooti tasveeron ke peeche dard chhupata hoon,
Sach ke raaste pe bas akela suffer karta hoon.

Jhooti baatein jo dil ko chubh jaati hain,
Chup chap lamhon ko kabhi todh jaati hain.
Is dhokhe bhari duniya mein, tanhaayi apni hi hain,
Har ek musafir yahan, apni marzi ki kahani keh jata hain.

Apni duniya mein bas yunhi khoya rehta hoon,
Jhuth se door, apne khayalon mein jeeta rehta hoon.
Jo sach ke raaste par hai, wahi mera safar hain,
Logon ki duniya se door, khud mein mera ghar hain.

Dil ke kone mein, basi ek aawaz purani hain,
Yaadon mein bas wahi gehra qissa chuppa hain,
Har pal mein chhupi zindagi ki nayi kahani hain,
Par bechaini ki raaton mein, woh sadiyo se zinda hain.

Samay guzarta hai, par dard nahi dhalta,
Aankhon ke samne ek khwaab sa palta.
Khud se mohabbat hai, jo kabhi nahi badalta,
Par is khamoshi mein dil bhi hai jalta.

Log kya sochte hain, ab farak nahi padta,
Unki jhuthi muskaan mein sach chhupa nahi lagta.
Main apni raahon ka khud ban gaya tha qissa,
Par log toh khud ko dikhatey hai sacha.

Duniya ke shor se, main door rehta hoon,
Khud mein hi rehna, ab pasand karta hoon.
Logon ki baatein toh sirf ek dhundh hain,
Sach bas khud mein rehkar hi samjh aata hain.

Waqt ki aag mein mann kabhi kho jaata hai,
Dil ke raaz duniya ke bharm mein chhup jaate hain.
Main apni kahani ke har panne ko jeeta hoon,
Par logon ki duniya mein apni manzil dhoondhta hoon.

Aur yeh dard, yeh khamoshi, mera apna hain,
Logon se door, khud ke saath, yeh safar tanha hain.
Duniya ka rang badal gaya hai, par main wahi hoon,
Khud ke saath, apne sach ke sang, ab bhi sahi hoon.


“𝘿𝙪𝙣𝙞𝙮𝙖 𝙠𝙚 𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙤𝙣 𝙨𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙤𝙧, 𝙠𝙝𝙪𝙙 𝙠𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝙝𝙞 𝙟𝙚𝙚𝙣𝙖 𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙣,
𝙆𝙝𝙖𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙝𝙞 𝙖𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙞 𝙠𝙞 𝙧𝙖𝙖𝙝𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙚𝙞𝙣, 𝙖𝙥𝙣𝙖 𝙨𝙖𝙛𝙖𝙧 𝙥𝙪𝙧𝙖 𝙠𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙖 𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙣.”

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© Hardik Jain