“𝐏𝐎𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐘 – 𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐈 𝐊𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐇 𝐀𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐀𝐙”

"𝙅𝙤 𝙙𝙞𝙡 𝙠𝙚𝙝 𝙣𝙖 𝙨𝙖𝙠𝙖, 𝙬𝙤𝙝 𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙞 𝙥𝙤𝙚𝙩𝙧𝙮 𝙣𝙚 𝙠𝙚𝙝 𝙙𝙞𝙮𝙖."

𝐈𝐬 𝐤𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐚 𝐤𝐞 𝐝𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐚, 𝐤𝐚𝐯𝐢 𝐚𝐩𝐧𝐢 𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐡 𝐤𝐨 𝐯𝐲𝐚𝐤𝐭 𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐲 𝐡𝐮𝐲𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐡 𝐤𝐞𝐡𝐧𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐡𝐭𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐢 𝐤𝐢, 𝐮𝐬𝐤𝐢 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐟 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐝𝐨𝐧 𝐤𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐥 𝐧𝐚𝐡𝐢, 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢 𝐮𝐬𝐤𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐥 𝐤𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐡𝐫𝐞 𝐣𝐚𝐳𝐛𝐚𝐚𝐭 𝐤𝐚 𝐞𝐤 𝐚𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐢. 𝐉𝐨 𝐝𝐮𝐤𝐡, 𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐢 𝐚𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐡𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐲𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐲𝐞 𝐞𝐡𝐬𝐚𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐟𝐳𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐤𝐢𝐥 𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐰𝐚𝐡𝐢 𝐮𝐬𝐤𝐢 𝐤𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐚 𝐤𝐞 𝐳𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐲𝐞 𝐝𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐧. 𝐇𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐟, 𝐡𝐚𝐫 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐤𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐭, 𝐡𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐛𝐡𝐚𝐯 𝐤𝐨 𝐚𝐩𝐧𝐢 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐡𝐚𝐲𝐢 𝐦𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐫, 𝐤𝐚𝐯𝐢 𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐤𝐢 𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐢 𝐤𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐡𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐬 𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐣𝐡𝐧𝐞 𝐤𝐢 𝐤𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐧.

Meri poetry sirf lafzon ka khel nahi,

Yeh dil ka ehsaas hai, jo har koi keh nahi sakta.

Jo dard main sabse gehra mehsoos karta hoon,

Meri kalam wahi duniya ke samne likh deta.

Dil ke andheron ko roshni bana kar likhta hoon,

Jitni baar muskuraya, utni hi baar aansu chupaya hoon.

Jo lafz sab keh nahi paate, main unhein bayaan karta hoon,

Har khushi, har gham ko kavita mein samet-ta hoon.

Jab sab kuch khatam ho jaata hai, main apne lafzon mein jeeta hoon,

Meri zindagi ka jo sach hai, jo koi samajh nahi paata hain.

Apni poori duniya sirf kavita mein samet leta hoon,

Jo main keh na saka, meri likhayi woh sab bayaan karti hain.

Dil ki udaasi ko alfazon se bharna chahta hoon,

Apne khayalon ko kahaniyon mein jeena chahta hoon.

Jo kabhi na samajh sake mere dard ko,

Woh meri poetry mein kho gaye, mehsus kar jazbaat ki gehraaiyon ko.

Meri feelings jo chup thi, ab lafzon mein beh jaati hain,

Jo koi na samajh saka, woh har baat ab likhi jaati hain.

Meri poetry, meri rooh ka ab ek tukda hain,

Jo baat main keh na saka, wah likhne se duniya dekh paati hain.

Zindagi se jo shikayat thi, ab lafzon mein bikhar jaati hain,

Har dard jo mehsoos hota hai, meri poetry mein zinda rehta hain.

Mujhe dukh dene wale, shayad kabhi samajh paayein,

Meri har kavita, meri rooh ki khamoshi ko mehsoos kar paayein.

Meri poetry hai mere andar ka ek khoya jahan,

Jahan har dard ka apna rang, har khushi ka apna asmaan.

Main udaasi likhta hoon, shaam ke dhundhle saaye jaisa,

Har jazbaat ko sajata hoon, ek behte dariya jaisa.

Jab sab mujhse door chala jaata hain,

Meri poetry hi hai jo har mod par saath nibhata hain.

Jitni baar zindagi ne mujhe rulaaya hain,

Utni hi baar meri poetry ne mujhe sambhala hain.

Zindagi ki har ghadi, jo kabhi mushkil thi,

Meri poetry ne use thoda aasaan kar di.

Samajh nahi aata tha kaise apne jazbaat bayaan karoon,

Par jab se likhne laga, har ehsaas lafzon mein dhalne laga hoon.

Har gham ka ek rang, aur khushi ka apna ek asar hain,

Meri poetry woh raasta hai, jo har rang ko kare ikatha.

Main likhta hoon apne dil ki baat, us dard ko jo sabse gehra tha,

Aur jab sab bekaar lage, meri poetry fizaon mein gungunaaye –

“Ruk jaa... abhi tu zinda hain.”

Zindagi ke har mod pe tanha hi khade rahe,

Jo lafzon mein likha, bas khud hi padte rahe.

Zindagi ek kitaab hai, har safha ajeeb hain,

Kahin dukh ki syahi, kahin khwabon ka naseeb hain.

“𝐙𝐚𝐤𝐡𝐦 𝐣𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐥 𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞, 𝐥𝐚𝐟𝐳𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐚𝐣𝐚𝐧𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐚,

𝐙𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫 𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐦 𝐤𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐤𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐚.”

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