तुम से कर लेते है दो चार बाते,
बस इतना ही समझो सुकून है मेरा।
#m_rwriter

हम जिसको भी मिले हैं उसे आरजी़ मिले ,
लेकिन तुझे मिले तो तुझे वाक़ई मिले।

दुनिया में और कुछ भी मिले या नहीं मिले ,
मनचाहा शख़्स ज़िंदगी में लाज़मी मिले।।

तुम्हें जो भी बहाना चाहिए था
हमे कुछ तो बताना चाहिए था

मुझे तो हिज़्र का सदमा लगा है
तुम्हे तो घर बसाना चाहिए था!!


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Misl e taaveez hain vo mere liye,
abhi milen to abhi shifa ho jaay🍁🍂

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#мυвαнιℓα_Qυαdri

वो आयी है अपने हमसफर के साथ मेरी क़ब्र पे....

कोन कहता है, दफ़नाने के बाद जलाया नहीं जाता।। 💔

You deserve someone,who can see your

ugly hair,ugly voice,
skin color, scars,
flat nose,uneven teeth,
pimples,unattractive clothes,
and see the worst in you.

But still find you beautiful ⋆𓍯𓂃𓏧♡

है तेरी ही तरह ये कायनात
सुन

मैं तुझे कैसे भूल जाऊ कि हर शय में तू झलकता हैं!!

वो कोई दोस्त है अच्छे दिनों का
जो पिछली रात से याद आ रहा है!!


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हमारी मोहब्बत जो दिल में तेरे धड़क रही है, वो शायरी है
तुम्हारे खातिर उदास लड़की जो हंस पड़ी है, वो शायरी है

उदासियां की दवा बनाते हुए मरे हैं तमाम शायर
मगर जो उनसे उदादियों की दवा बनी है, वो शायरी है

उधर से शायर, जवान मजनू, इधर पिकासो, हसीन लैला
मिला के जो मुसव्विरों से नहीं बनी है, वो शायरी है

जो मैंने कह दी न शायरी वो,सुनी है तुमने न वो ग़ज़ल थी
ग़ज़ल में मेरी जो एक लड़की छिपी हुई है,वो शायरी है!!



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कर रहे हो घर नया ता'मीर उड़ती रेत पर
ये अचानक गिर गया तो क्या करोगे सोच लो!!


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मैं हिंदी संस्कृत हूं अविरल सी
वो कागज, कलम ,दवात बने..

मैं भाषाओं में सरल सी
वो हिंदी लेखन की किताब बने..

वो समझे मुझे हर भाव में
भावार्थ बने,, पर्याय बने..

एक ऐसी रचना हो कही भी
जिसमे हम दोनों अभिप्राय बने.. ❤️

🌷💝🦋🕊️🌸🌈

❝ P of P is P ᥫ᭡ ❞

Price of Progress is Pain.

🤍᪲᪲᪲ᥫ᭡⃝🧚🏻‍♀️

क़द्रदानों की तबीयत का अजब रंग है आज
बुलबुलों को ये हसरत, कि वो उल्लू न हुए.

inside me there is a quiet place where my heart and my mind sit across from each other like two tired souls who have known one another forever.. and yet somehow still fail to understand why the other chooses to feel or think the way it does.. and on nights when the world outside grows silent.. their conversation begins again with the weight of every memory i have ever carried..

my heart speaks first.. as it always does.. with a trembling kind of courage that belongs only to things that have been broken before yet still choose to beat.. and it says that life was never meant to be lived with so much caution.. that love was never meant to be measured like a fragile glass that might shatter if held too tightly.. and that sometimes the most meaningful moments are the ones that come wrapped in uncertainty.. risk.. and the terrifying possibility of loss..

my mind listens carefully.. the way someone listens when they have heard the same hopeful story too many times to believe it easily anymore.. and after a long breath it answers softly that hope is beautiful but it can also be dangerous when it refuses to learn from the past.. that not every person who walks into our life deserves the depth of feeling the heart is so eager to give.. and that survival sometimes means building quiet walls around the places that were once wounded too deeply..

for a moment the heart grows quiet.. because even the bravest emotions remember the nights when tears fell without warning and the chest felt unbearably heavy with things that could never be explained to anyone else.. but still it refuses to surrender.. because the heart has always believed that the worst tragedy is not heartbreak but the slow death of feeling nothing at all..

and so it says.. in a voice softer but stronger than before.. that pain does not erase the beauty of what once existed.. that loving deeply is not a mistake even when it ends in silence.. and that the mind may be wise enough to protect the future but it will never understand the quiet miracle of feeling something so deeply that it changes the way the world looks..

the mind watches the heart then.. not with anger but with a strange kind of sadness.. because it knows the heart is both the most beautiful and the most fragile thing inside this body.. and it says that it never wanted to destroy the heart’s hope.. it only wanted to protect it from becoming lost in people who never planned to stay..

and in that moment something gentle passes between them.. a fragile understanding that neither of them is truly the enemy.. because the heart knows how to make life feel warm and alive and full of meaning.. while the mind knows how to keep that life from falling apart when the world becomes unkind..

so their argument slowly softens into something quieter.. something almost peaceful.. like two old companions realizing that the truth was never about winning the argument at all.. but about learning how to carry both love and caution in the same fragile human chest without letting either one completely silence the other..

" तेरी मोहब्बत की तलब थी तो हाथ फैला दिया हमने ,,

वरना हम तो अपनी जिंदगी के लिए भी दुआ नहीं करते..!! "

आखिरी शाम ये वादा हुआ उससे
बाद उसके मुझे खुशियां मनानी है!!


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