“Kuch chehre neend nahi churaate… woh poori zindagi apni giraft mein le lete hain.”
– Zulfikar Inamdar
“Some faces don’t just steal your sleep…
they quietly take over your nights, your thoughts, and eventually—your entire existence.”
“Bechain Raaton Ka Chehra”
Arz kiya hai…
Neend se kya shikayat karun jo mujhe nahi aati,
Kasoor us chehre ka hai jo mujhe sone nahi deti…
Raat bhar palkon pe thehri rehti hai ek tasveer uski,
Dil ki dehleez se woh yaad kabhi jaane nahi deti…
Khamoshi bhi aaj kal kuch kehne si lagti hai mujhse,
Har dhadkan uska naam chupane nahi deti…
Chand bhi dekhta hai mujhe tanha raaton mein aksar,
Magar uski roshni bhi mujhe behlane nahi deti…
Main sochta hoon bhool jaun usey har ek lamhe mein,
Par woh ek jhalak hai jo mujhe bhulane nahi deti…
Aankhon ne seekh liya hai ab aansuon ko chupana,
Par dil ki cheekh kisi ko samjhane nahi deti…
Woh door hai phir bhi mere itna kareeb rehta hai,
Ke meri saansein bhi mujhe akela rehne nahi deti…
Yeh ishq bhi ajeeb sa imtihaan ban gaya hai,
Sukoon deta bhi nahi aur mujhe marne nahi deti…
Har raat ek sawaal lekar aati hai mere paas,
Aur subah uski yaad mujhe jeene nahi deti…
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English Version:
“The Face That Steals My Nights”
A request is that…
I don’t blame sleep for not coming to me anymore,
It’s that face… that simply refuses to let me rest.
Every night, your image lingers on my eyes,
Like a memory that refuses to leave the doorway of my heart.
Even silence has started whispering your name,
And every heartbeat betrays me… it won’t let me hide you.
The moon watches me in my lonely nights,
Yet even its light fails to comfort my soul.
I try, I truly try to forget you in passing moments,
But one glimpse of you lives on… unerasable.
My eyes have learned to hide the tears,
But my heart’s screams can’t be silenced.
You are far… yet closer than my own breath,
Even my own existence won’t let me feel alone without you.
This love has turned into a strange trial,
It neither gives peace… nor lets me fall apart completely.
Each night brings a question I can’t answer,
And every morning… your memory makes it harder to live.
Sher O Shayeri 