Ab tum mujhe yaad hogaye ho ,
Tumse milna sayad ek khwab tha ,
Abhi haqekaat se wahfiq hue hoon .
Tum shama the , sayad mein parwana ,
Tum aasmaan the aur mein , sayad koi beher ,
Humara safar saath ka tha lekhin manzil nahi .
Mein khoyi hue si parinda , tum jaise shant baseera.
Kabhi kabhi sochti hun tumhare muskurahat k baare mein , mere se rooth jana , tanna marna , shikayaten karna , ghanto baatein karna ,
Tab itna nahi sochti thi , jitna ki aab .
Meri adhuri muskan ko pura karte the tum ,
Tabhi mere muskan ko tumhare safed shirt k dayni jeb mein chhod k aayi hoon .
Yaad hai tumhe ?
Mein tumhe chand kehe kar pukarti thi .
Aaj pura aasmaan hi tum ho .
Tumhe khojti hun kisi kitab mein , kisi diary k panne mein , kisi gaan mein , kisi shayari mein , dhoop mein , barish mein ,
Mujhe bas yaadein milti hain tum nahi .
Kabhi tumhe milungi zaroor ,
Kaafi shikayaten sameti hai ,
Tumse ulajna hai phirse , bahut kuch suljhane k liye .
Ab tumhare yun taaro k bech mein luka chupi khelene se tang aagayi hun
Mujhe aur nahi khelna .
Tum mujhe mera chand lauta k do , mein sitara banke abhi bhi usse mod peh , tumhara intezar kar rahi hun jismein tumne mujhe chod tha .
-Sitara
{ To all Muntazirs out there }
YOU ARE READING
A Piece Of My Heart
PoetryI find dark things beautiful . I exist in thousands of agonies. If chaos was a work of art , then my heart would be a masterpiece. And when nobody wakes you up in the morning, and when nobody waits for you at night, and when you can do whatever you...
