Gulaab♥Rafiq
Do toote dil,
Ek gaddari mein toh ek judaai mein.
Gunjaaish na thi koi ab baaki uske dhadkne ki,
Bhool toh ek arse se gaye the zindagi jeene ki,
Jiye magar ek marne ke intezaar mein toh ek maarne ki firaaq mein.
Badalon mein se kahi jhaakne wale ko lekin shayad tha ye na raas,
Le aaya iss tarah toote oon dilon ko pass,
Ek jeet mein toh ek qurbani mein.
Taqdeer ne jo phir hai rukh yun moda,
Ek dusre ko takra kar hai yun joda,
Ek mansoobah bandi mein toh ek nigrani mein.
Nazdeekiyon ne racha hai esa toofaan,
Jese toote tukdo mein phook di ho koi jaan,
Dhadka ek masomiyat mein to ek sharefiyat mein.
Na-waqif us panapti hui chahat se,
Anjani uss raahat se,
Chedein ek be-maqsad mein toh jale ek sachi hasad mein.
Dekha hai humne oon toote dil ko judte aaj,
Hua toh hai unhe phir se wahi ehsas,
Milke sikha hai oonhone dhakna aaj,
Koi shak nahi banna chahte woh hai ek dusre ke humraaz.
Pata nahi aane wala kal kahani kya bunega,
Iss mohobbat ka rukh kis aur mudega,
Besabar hai yaha bhi hum do,
Ek hai witty toh ek hai love.
~dedicaded to Bride of Sultan - Bleeding Rose by magicallovely
~wittyspirit❤️
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I remember I wrote this piece year's ago, when Love was halfway writing the book.
YOU ARE READING
Witty And Her Wits
PoetryJournal. I might post a few poems too. Since I heard somewhere, "Poems are the only ways to describe no matter what graciously," So here it goes, pleasant and traumatic parts of my thoughts graciously scribbled.
