When Her Eyes Speak
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A Glimpse of my characters ☘️
( Shayaris not mine,credit goes to real shayars )
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ADVAIT -
Sitaron se bhari hui raatein pasand hai
Dur se suni uski baatein pasand hai
Taarif ke kabil hai uske baal phir bhi par
Mujhe sabse jyada uski aankhein pasand hai
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RADHIKA -
Maine kaha voh ajnabi hai
Dil ne kaha voh dil lagi hai
Maine kaha voh sapna hai
Dil ne kaha phir bhi apna hai
Maine kaha voh do pal ki mulaqaat hai
Dil ne kaha voh sadiyon ka saath hai
Maine kaha ki vo meri haar hai
Dil ne kaha ki vahi to pyaar hai
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SAHIL-
Kab unki aankho se izhaar hoga
Dil ke kisi kone me hamare liye pyaar hoga
Guzaar rahi hai raatein unki yaad mein
Kabhi toh unko bhi hamara intezar hoga
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SHREEJA-
Voh bhi
Adhure chand se fariyaad karta hoga
Voh mujhe jyada nahi, par yaad karta hoga
Bohot masroof sahi voh din bhar phir bhi
Tanhai me kuch pal mere liye barbaad karta hoga
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ADITYA-
Mohabbat meri fitrat mein nahi thi,
Par uski aankhon ka gussa kamaal kar gaya
Woh har baar mujhe galat samajhti rahi
Aur main har baar usse thoda aur pasand kar baitha
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ISHWARI -
Dushmani itni thi ki baat tak nahi karte the
Mohabbat itni hui ki khamoshi bhi samajhne lage
Kismat ne kuch yun palta khud ka faisla
Jise harana chahte the, usi par dil haar baithe
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DHRUV-
Jab tak samjha ki usse mohabbat hai,
Waqt mere haathon se fisal chuka tha.
Dil uska tha, ehsaas bhi uske the,
Bas meri kismat mein usse paana nahi likha tha.
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AARUSHI-
Woh meri har khamoshi samajh leta tha,
Phir bhi meri mohabbat na samajh saka.
Main usse apna ghar maan baithi thi,
Aur woh mujhe sirf ek dost kehte raha.
🐇☀️☘️🐇
SHLOK-
Bahane bahane se hum teri baat karte hai,
Har pal khayalo me aapse mulakat karte hai ,
Saas lene se jyada hum aapko yaad karte hai.
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( Unknown character 😉) -
Pehli mulaqat stadium ke shor mein hui thi,
Jahan baat kam aur behas zyada hui thi.
Soch
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