shayari
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by Awara Alfaaz
"Alfazon ki raahon par chalta ek aawara sa dil,
Kabhi mohabbat likhe, kabhi tanhaayi ka silsila...
Har shabd mein chhupa hai ek ankahee si dastaan,
Jo padhe, woh khud ko in kavitaon mein dhoondh le yahan.
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He left....and I am still standing there.✨️ Waiting...for someone who will never come back.🥀 "Socha tha mohabbat nhi krungi kabhi, Pr jab usse dekha... Meri soch mere hi khilaf ho gayi..." शायद प्रेम समर्पण है, इन्तिज़ार है, इबादत है...🥀❤️ मैंने बहुत सारी कविताएँ लिखी हैं - प्रेम की कविताएँ...✨️ I hope you'd like to read them!🩷
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Alfaaz-e-Dil
A collection of shayaris written straight from the heart. Some are about love, some about silence, and some about the memories we never forget. In these pages you will find emotions expressed in Hindi, Urdu and English - because feelings don't belong to just one language. Sometimes love is loud, sometimes it is hidden between quiet words... and sometimes it lives forever in shayari. If you believe that a few lines can hold an entire universe of emotions, then these verses are for you.
तसव्वुर (Urdu Poetry)
किस गुल से हुस्न टपकता है किस खुश्ब की रवानी रहती है तेरे नर्म होंठो की अरक हर गुलशन की कहानी कहती है ........ (जब सहबा ए कुहन....) और जबसे सुना है उनके खयालात हमारी कब्र को लेकर जनाब! हमें तो अब मरने से भी मोहब्बत हो गई ...... (मोहब्बत हो गई...) इस्तिहारा करूं, इस्तिखारा करूं तू फिर मिले तो मैं इश्क दोबारा करूं ...... (तू फिर मिले...) फिर अंधेरों में नए शफ़क की तलाश है फिर नया दिन नए सफर की तलाश है ...... (तलाश है....) . इश्क़ मेरा हिकायत-ए-मग़्मूम तो नहीं? मेरी जां हमारा इश्क़ कोई जुल्म तो नहीं? ....... (इश्क़ मेरा....) "अगर तुम हमसे आश्ना हो, तो फिर ठीक है 'गर नहीं तो फिर कुछ नहीं हमारा तो तआ'रुफ़ ही तुमसे है अगर तुम नहीं तो फिर कुछ नहीं" ..........( तो फिर कुछ नहीं....) . . . . . . For more interesting poetries you can continue reading this book till the end. Yeah I know some of poetries from this book is not that good but don't worry move forward because I'm damn sure you'll surely the next one because sometimes my mind doesn't know how to put actual words and that's how I end up with anything similar and sometimes it doesn't get along. For that please
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"A quiet soul seeks expression through unconventional means. These poems exist not on paper, but as fleeting thoughts in a restless mind ." ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐
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