𝙕𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙖𝙜𝙞 𝙠𝙚 𝙠𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙖𝙞𝙨𝙚 𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙟𝙤 𝙠𝙖𝙗𝙝𝙞 𝙗𝙝𝙞 𝙠𝙖𝙢 𝙣𝙖𝙝𝙞 𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙚, 𝙗𝙖𝙨 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙖𝙖𝙣 𝙪𝙣𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙝𝙪𝙥𝙖𝙣𝙚 𝙠𝙖 𝙝𝙪𝙣𝙖𝙧 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙠𝙝 𝙟𝙖𝙩𝙖 𝙝𝙖𝙞. 𝙔𝙚𝙝 𝙥𝙤𝙚𝙢 𝙮𝙚𝙝 𝙙𝙞𝙠𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙞 𝙝𝙖𝙞 𝙠𝙞 𝙠𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙝 𝙝𝙪𝙢 𝙖𝙥𝙣𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙠𝙤 𝙖𝙥𝙣𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙡 𝙠𝙚 𝙠𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙞𝙣 𝙘𝙝𝙝𝙪𝙥𝙖 𝙠𝙖𝙧, 𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙝𝙧𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙧 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙠𝙖𝙣 𝙧𝙖𝙠𝙝𝙣𝙚 𝙠𝙞 𝙠𝙤𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙠𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙣, 𝙥𝙖𝙧 𝙬𝙤 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙠𝙖𝙗𝙝𝙞 𝙗𝙝𝙞 𝙠𝙖𝙢 𝙣𝙖𝙝𝙞 𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙖.


Zindagi mein kuch gum aise hote hain, jo kabhi nahi bhartey,
Dil ke har kone mein chhupi kahaniyan, jo kabhi nahi sulajhtey.
Aankhon mein aansu ki lehar chhupi hai, lekin chehre pe muskurahat ka hain asar,
Jitni bhi koshish kar lo, vo dard hamesha rahega, jaise ek purani dastaan ka safar.

Dil ki zameen pe bas ek yaad hi bas gayi hain,
Har gum ki ek kahani hai jo zindagi ne na samajhi hain.
Zindagi ki raston pe chalte hue, bas ek pal ki aasha hi reh gayi hain,
Har maud pe kuch purani yaadein, jo humne kabhi na bhulai hain.

Kuch raaton ki chadar odhe, humne apne dard ko yunhi chhupaye hain,
Andheron ke is saaye mein, hume har aansu ko ghut-ghut kar piwaye hain.
Zindagi ke har mod pe, hamare junoon ne raaste dikhaye hain,
Yeh kabhi na bharne wale gum ke sath, bas ek aise kirdar ki kahani jiye ja rahe hain.

Zindagi ke rangmanch pe, hum sab ek kirdaar hain bas,
Har ek roop, har ek rang, ek nayi kahani ke paheli hai.
Jitni bhi chahat, jitni bhi khushiyaan, sab kuch ek naach hai,
Par zindagi ke is andheray mein, bas ek khud se hi dosti hai.

Zindagi ke rangmanch pe, hum sab ek kirdaar hain bas,
Har ek roop, har ek rang, ek nayi kahani ke paheli hain.
Jitni bhi chahat, jitni bhi khushiyaan, sab kuch ek sapna-sa hain,
Par zindagi ke is andheray mein, bas khud ke hi dost hain ab.

Kabhi na bhoolne wala dard, ek aise gum ka asar hain,
Jise humne apne dil se chhupaya, par kabhi kam na hua, yeh ek sachai ka asar hain.
Zindagi ka yeh safar, ek lambi raat ki tarah hi toh hain,
Jahan har pal aur raaz, ek apne dard ki dastaan hain.


“𝐙𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐤𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐤𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐡𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐚, 𝐤𝐡𝐮𝐝 𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐲𝐚𝐚𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐢,
𝐏𝐚𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐫 𝐫𝐚𝐚𝐳 𝐚𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐮, 𝐞𝐤 𝐤𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐤𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐢.”

- ʙʏ ʜᴀʀᴅɪᴋ ᴊᴀɪɴ. ©

© Hardik Jain