𝙔𝙚𝙝 𝙠𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙩𝙖 𝙪𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙤𝙣 𝙠𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙮𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙞 𝙟𝙤 𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙖𝙟𝙝𝙩𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙠𝙞 𝙠𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙡𝙤𝙜 𝙘𝙝𝙪𝙥 𝙧𝙚𝙝𝙩𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙗𝙖𝙨, 𝙥𝙖𝙧 𝙖𝙨𝙡𝙞 𝙢𝙚𝙞𝙣 𝙪𝙣𝙠𝙞 𝙘𝙝𝙪𝙥𝙥𝙞 𝙢𝙚𝙞𝙣 𝙜𝙚𝙝𝙧𝙖 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙝𝙝𝙪𝙥𝙖 𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙖 𝙝𝙖𝙞. 𝙄𝙨 𝙥𝙤𝙚𝙢 𝙢𝙚𝙞𝙣 𝙠𝙖𝙫𝙞 𝙮𝙚𝙝 𝙙𝙞𝙠𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙖 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙝𝙩𝙖 𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙠𝙞 𝙟𝙖𝙗 𝙝𝙪𝙢 𝙘𝙝𝙪𝙥 𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙣, 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙪𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙟𝙖𝙯𝙗𝙖𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙪𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙗𝙖𝙖𝙩 𝙠𝙖𝙧 𝙧𝙖𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙣.𝙃𝙖𝙧 𝙧𝙖𝙖𝙩, 𝙖𝙥𝙣𝙚 𝙠𝙝𝙖𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙮𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙚𝙞𝙣, 𝙝𝙪𝙢 𝙖𝙥𝙣𝙞 𝙯𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙖𝙜𝙞 𝙖𝙪𝙧 𝙜𝙝𝙖𝙢𝙤𝙣 𝙨𝙚 𝙜𝙪𝙛𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙪 𝙠𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙣. 𝙔𝙚𝙝 𝙥𝙤𝙚𝙢 𝙪𝙣 𝙘𝙝𝙝𝙪𝙥𝙞 𝙝𝙪𝙞 𝙗𝙖𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙣 𝙖𝙪𝙧 𝙟𝙖𝙯𝙗𝙖𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙣 𝙠𝙖 𝙚𝙠 𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙠𝙝𝙖 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙥𝙖𝙣 𝙝𝙖𝙞 𝙟𝙤 𝙙𝙪𝙣𝙞𝙮𝙖 𝙠𝙤 𝙠𝙖𝙗𝙝𝙞 𝙣𝙖𝙝𝙞 𝙙𝙞𝙠𝙝𝙖𝙮𝙞 𝙟𝙖𝙖𝙩𝙞, 𝙠𝙝𝙪𝙙 𝙝𝙞 𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙖𝙮𝙞 𝙙𝙚 𝙟𝙖𝙖𝙩𝙞 𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙣.


Kaash, ek din mere jazbaat bhi baat kar sakein,
In khamoshiyon ki bhi apni ek kahani ho,
Raat ke andheron mein, chandani ke saaye tale,
Meri khudke jazbaat ki duniya suhani ho.

Log samajhte hain ki main chup rehta hoon,
Par dil mein har pal toofan macha rehta hai.
In khamoshiyon mein dard se baatein karta hoon,
Aur aansuon se raat bhar sawaal poochta hoon.

Samajhte hain sab ki main beparwah hoon,
Par andar se main kitna toot chuka hoon.
Jab dekhta hoon apne hi aap ko mein,
Apne ghamon mein aur bhi doob chuka hoon.

Yeh dard hai jo aankhon tak nahi aata,
Dil ke kone mein kahi dabke chhup jaata.
Akele mein, raat ke andheron se baat karta hoon,
Aur apni khamoshi mein duniya se dur
chala jaata hoon.

Log samajh nahi paate meri khamoshi ka raaz,
Meri muskurahat ke peeche chhupi hai kitni awaaz.
Meri zindagi ek kitab hai jo kabhi khul nahi paati,
Har panne pe dard ki kahani hai, jo kabhi likhi nahi jaati.

Logon ko lagta hai ki main chup rehta hoon,
Par in khamosh lamhon mein, bas apni zindagi
jeeta hoon.
Dard, tanhaai aur khud-se baat karta hoon,
Aur har pal apne ghamon mein dooba rehta hoon.

Aakhir mein, jab yeh silsile ruk jayenge,
Har khamoshi ki kahani bhi bas khatam ho jayegi.
Par tab tak, main apni zindagi ki raahon pe
yunhi chalte rahunga,
In chhupi baaton mein, dard se milke jeeta rahunga.


“𝘾𝙃𝙃𝙐𝙋𝙄 𝘽𝘼𝘼𝙏𝙊𝙉 𝙆𝘼 𝙍𝘼𝘼𝙕 𝙔𝙀𝙃 𝙃𝘼𝙄 𝙎𝘼𝙈𝘼𝙅𝙃𝙉𝘼,
𝙃𝘼𝙍 𝙆𝙃𝘼𝙈𝙊𝙎𝙃𝙄 𝙆𝙀 𝙋𝙀𝙀𝘾𝙃𝙀 𝘿𝘼𝙍𝘿 𝙃𝘼𝙄 𝘾𝙃𝙃𝙐𝙋𝙉𝘼.”


- ʙʏ ʜᴀʀᴅɪᴋ ᴊᴀɪɴ. ©
© Hardik Jain