“Kuch log zindagi mein itne gehre utar jaate hain…
– Zulfikar Inamdar
ke unki yaad hi jeene ki wajah bhi ban jaati hai, aur dard bhi…”
“Some people sink so deep into your soul…
that their memory becomes both the reason you breathe, and the pain you carry.”
Tumhari Yaad… Mera Sukoon Bhi, Mera Dard Bhi”
💔 Arz Kiya hai…
Main nahi jaanta ke kitna pyaar karta hoon tumse,
Na hi kabhi is ehsaas ko alfaazon mein poora utaar paaya hoon…
Kabhi sochta hoon ke shayad ye sirf ek jazba hai,
Par phir jab raat tanha hoti hai…
Aur khamoshi har taraf se mujhe gher leti hai…
Tab samajh aata hai ke ye sirf jazba nahi… meri aadat ban chuki hai…
Tumhari yaad…
Ek aisi aadat, jo chhodne ki koshish bhi karun,
Toh har saans ke saath aur gehri ho jaati hai…
Main chup rehta hoon…
Logon ke beech bhi muskura deta hoon…
Magar andar hi andar, ek awaaz roz toot kar girti hai…
Aur har tukda bas tumhara naam leta hai…
Kabhi kabhi lagta hai…
ke agar tum saamne hoti, toh shayad main itna kamzor na hota…
Par phir ye bhi samajh aata hai…
ke tumhari kami hi meri sabse badi sachchai ban chuki hai…
Main nahi jaanta pyaar kya hota hai…
Par itna zaroor jaanta hoon…
ke jab bhi tumhari yaad aati hai,
dil bhar aata hai… saans ruk si jaati hai…
Aur phir…
na chahte hue bhi aankhon se aansu nikal jaate hain…
bina awaaz ke… bina shor ke…
Jaise dil khud se keh raha ho—
“Woh paas nahi hai… par phir bhi sabse zyada yahin hai…”
Main nahi jaanta ke ye mohabbat hai ya koi ibadat…
Par itna jaanta hoon…
ke tumhari yaad mein toot kar ro dena hi
mera sabse sachcha, sabse gehra, aur sabse khaamosh pyaar hai…
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English Version:
🌍 “Your Memory… My Peace, My Pain”
A Request is… that…
I don’t know how much I love you,
Nor have I ever been able to fully express this feeling in words…
Sometimes I think it’s just an emotion,
But then the night falls silent…
And loneliness surrounds me from every side…
That’s when I realize—
This is no longer just a feeling… it has become a part of me…
Your memory…
A habit so deep,
That even if I try to let go,
It only grows stronger with every breath I take…
I stay quiet…
I even smile among people…
But deep inside, something breaks every single day…
And every broken piece whispers your name…
Sometimes I feel…
If you were here, I wouldn’t be this fragile…
But then I understand…
That your absence itself has become my deepest truth…
I don’t really know what love is…
But I do know this—
Whenever I think of you,
My heart feels unbearably heavy… my breath falters…
And then…
Without wanting to… tears fall silently…
Without a sound… without a warning…
As if my heart is softly saying—
“You’re not here… yet you are everywhere within me…”
I don’t know if this is love or devotion…
But I know this much—
Breaking down in your memory
Is the truest, deepest, and most silent form of my love…
Sher O Shayeri 