मैंने प्रेम किया है एक पागल से

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Dar lagta hai khi iss hasi ko ksi ki nazar na lg jaye
Unke hasi dekhe bina khi ek din na guzar jaye
Log karte hain batein khud-aadar ki
Ladki hain bol ke maafi na magne ki
Par main mang leti hun maafi unse
Khud ruth ke bhi, manane lag jati hun unko kbhi...
Aree unke samne kya anaa
Jo khud guroor hain hamari
Wo to jaan hai,
Unse bada to nhi hai koi ruthne ki bajah meri
Aur Janta hun main, ki tum mere aur m sirf tumhari
Par kya karu
Ye dar hai ki khi anaa ke chalte wo hi na dur ho jaye
Kafa kuch yun na ho jaye
Ki seher aye mere.. Aur mujhse mile bagair hi chale jaye

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Suno,
Likhu main shayari tumpe,
To bhi kya likhu
khud main hi to ek ghazal ho tum
Pyar, ?
Pyar se bhi pyare ho tum

Suno,
Main jatau pyar har pal Har lamha tumhe
Luta dun Sare pyar bhare alfaz tumpe
To bhi kaise karu bayan wo Sare jajbat mere
Hayee, Sabd bhi sharma jate hain,
Jb karti hun main jikr tumhare

Suno,
Tum jo yun ruth jate ho
Pata hai kya tumhe
Bad uske aye pyar, aur pyare lgne lgte ho tum

Suno,
Main galti kru, to dant diya kro
Chuppiyon se dur ho jaoge sochte ho agr
To tumhare khamoshi se bhi pyar hai hame

Aur suno,
Paraya hone ki batein na kro tum
Pata hai kya, wo sehar jisme baste ho tum
us sehar se bhi pyar hone lga hai,
Whi sehar Jo hmse anjaan kosho dur khi tehra hai
Ab Tumse pyar kitna ye to samjhte ho na tum
Aye, pyar ruth jate ho jo tum
Phir bhi apne lgte ho tum

Main likhe baithu jitni dafa tumpe
Main likhu bhi to kya likhu
Aur likhne lgu to kya kya na likhu
Aa pyar, tumpe shayari likhu to bhi kya likhu
Khud main jo ek ghazal ho tum... ♡

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Each night I struggle to sleep
Trying tricks to fall asleep
how lucky are those
who never know how long night is
for those who stay up late
Know how long it take for the Sun to rise

It turns 12 to 1 to three
yet your thoughts and hard to set free
I wonder how much courage it would take
to love the night
dealing with the inner fight
that make your headache

How Nights are luminant
with your thoughts
should I term it poignant
or simply melancholy
- it's so lonely
and i miss you so badly
but what hurts is
I'm left wondering
if my thought cross you barely

Hands move past three half
I put myself to sleep
with a hope to laugh
and not keep
his sorrow soo deep

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Their video call screenshot still existed in the screenshot folder.

"Delete them, we are married now"

"They are a proof that distance failed to hinder our bond", he replied renaming the folder to 'wifey'

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After a long hectic day
I have so much to say
but home is miles away
and in a roaming city
that is no attention to pay
no one to stay

Tired I fall flat
keeping all the sorrow at a bay
I pick up the half read
"few things left unsaid"
turning the pages feels as if if its me as a clay
watching my own story as a role play

Hours later I wake up
to find his drizzling
moving the digits
searching the book for grabbing
I felt my soul freezing

In a moment I sit up straight
all I find is the bookmark
---- mermaid is the shape
--- roses on its nape

Sleep left the eye
leaving tears to cry
I jump off the bed
and search like a spy

I felt as if I lost a near and dear
the separation was beyond
the power to bear

The thought of losing it
was covered by sense of fear
as it was from my best peer

Searching here and there
I find it bare
pages with dust everywhere

Keeping the book and its place
I run in full pace
....as milk touches the cup base...
My heart goes like
"East or west sang barish aur chai
Kitab is the best... "

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All that's falling is rain on the ground
And musical is the Peter pater sound
Another spin
And the nozzle drags eyes on someone to pin

The music vanishes among the hooting
And Eyes are stuck on me as if I commited a sin
I choose truth, knowing the dares would be too mean

"Who does your heart skip a beat for" is the question
And as i take a deep breath and look out...
...to find it's turned dark from green
The environment turns serene

Memories are all I'm stuck in between
And it's when they decide changing the question...
...anticipating the scene
I start from the days of my sixteeen...

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