“Kabhi kabhi yaadein bhi thak jaati hain…
-Zulfikar Inamdar
magar dil phir bhi unhein chhodne ko tayyar nahi hota.”
“Sometimes even memories grow tired…
yet the heart still refuses to let them go.”
“Bechain Raaton Ka Chehra – Part 3 (Jab Yaad Bhi Thak Jaaye)”
Arz kiya hai… ke…
Ab to yaadein bhi thak si gayi hain mujhe sataate sataate,
Magar dil hai ke phir bhi tujhe bhool nahi paata…
Raat ki khamoshi ab bojh si lagne lagi hai,
Jaise har sannata tera naam dohraata…
Main baitha rehta hoon andheron ke darmiyaan chup chaap,
Aur har soch ka rukh bas teri taraf hi jaata…
Ab aansu bhi samajhdaar ho gaye hain shayad,
Be-wajah meri aankhon se girna nahi chahte…
Dil ne bhi ajeeb sa sulook seekh liya hai,
Dard chhupa kar bhi muskurana nahi chhodta…
Tu tha to sab kuch tha, yeh baat ab samajh aayi,
Ab tu nahi hai… to kuch bhi poora nazar nahi aata…
Waqt ne kitni dafa samjhaya mujhe aage badhne ko,
Par har qadam pe tera ehsaas mujhe rok jaata…
Ab to khud se bhi baatein kam si ho gayi hain meri,
Jaise andar hi andar sab kuch khamosh ho jaata…
Yeh ishq bhi ab ek aadat sa ban chuka hai,
Chhodna chaahun bhi to chhuta nahi jaata…
Aur aakhir mein bas itna hi samajh aaya mujhe,
Kuch log mil kar bhi kabhi haasil nahi ho paate…
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English Version:
“The Face That Won’t Let Me Rest – Part 2”
Now even sleep seems distant from me,
As if it knows… you are the reason it stays away.
Every night turns into a chain of your thoughts,
Leaving my soul exhausted by the time morning arrives.
I try to break free from this prison of memories,
But every attempt feels like an incomplete prayer.
Your voice still echoes somewhere within me,
Like a sound that lives even inside silence.
Time has moved on… but the pain hasn’t,
My life feels like a clock that simply stopped.
I once believed I’d forget you someday,
But each day… your memory grows stronger.
I’ve tried to convince myself a thousand times,
Yet my heart refuses to move on.
Even tears have become strange companions,
They neither fall… nor leave my eyes dry.
You are gone… yet everywhere I breathe, I feel you,
Like your absence itself lives inside me.
This love now feels like both a prayer and a punishment,
A reason to live… and a reason I cannot fully live.
Sher O Shayeri 