“Kabhi kabhi zindagi itni khamosh ho jaati hai…
– Zulfikar Inamdar
ke insaan bolna nahi chhodta,
bas kisi ke sunne ki umeed chhod deta hai.” ❤️
“Sometimes the deepest pain is not loud… it is the silence of a heart that has given up asking for anything.”❤️
“Aakhri Thakan”:
Arz kiya hai ke….
Mai thak gaya hu…
sach kahu to ab andar se bilkul thak gaya hu…
na jism me taqat baaqi hai,
na rooh me woh pehli si roshni…
Roz ek naya din uthta hai,
magar mere andar raat hi rehti hai…
log kehte hain “sab theek ho jayega”,
magar mere dil ko ab koi tasalli nahi rehti hai…
Apne haathon se roti banata hu,
aur khud hi chup chaap kha leta hu…
na koi “aur lo” kehne wala,
na koi “thoda aur baitho” kehne wala…
Ghar hai… deewarein hain…
magar usme “ghar” jaisa kuch nahi…
awaazein hain, saansen hain,
magar zindagi jaisa kuch nahi…
Dost hain, rishtedaar hain sab,
magar rishton mein woh baat nahi…
sab apni apni duniya mein masroof hain,
aur meri duniya mein ab koi saath nahi…
Maine duniya ke liye kitna kuch chhoda,
kitni khushiyan dafan kar di…
magar aaj jab khud ko dekhta hu,
to lagta hai maine apni hi zindagi kho di…
Raat ko jab neend nahi aati,
to sochta hu — galti kahan hui?
Kya itna bura tha mai,
ya meri kismat hi mujhse rooth gayi…
Kabhi kabhi dil karta hai zor se ro lu,
itna ke saansein bhi toot jayein…
magar aansu bhi ab saath nahi dete,
jaise woh bhi mujhse rooth gaye hain…
Ya Allah… bas ab aur nahi hota,
yeh bojh ab uthaya nahi jaata…
agar yeh imtihaan hai, to reham kar,
ab aur sabr kiya nahi jaata…
Mujhe wapas woh sukoon de de,
jo kabhi mere dil mein rehta tha…
ya phir itni himmat de de,
ke main is tanhaai ko apna leta…
Mai thak gaya hu…
sach kahu to ab bas thak gaya hu…
agar zindagi yahi hai,
to ya Allah… mujhe apne paas bula le tu…
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English Version:
“The Final Exhaustion”:
A request is:
I am tired…
not just physically, but deep within my soul…
there’s no strength left in my body,
no light left in my spirit…
Each day rises like a new beginning,
but inside me, it’s always night…
people say “everything will be okay,”
but my heart no longer believes their light…
I cook with my own hands,
and eat in silence, all alone…
no one to say “have some more,”
no one to say “stay a little longer at home…”
There are walls… there is a house…
but nothing feels like a home…
there is breath, there is life…
but inside, I endlessly roam…
I had people… I had relations…
but something got lost along the way…
everyone is busy in their own world,
and in mine… no one chose to stay…
I sacrificed so much for this world,
buried my own happiness deep…
and now when I look at myself,
it feels like I’ve lost everything I was meant to keep…
At night, when sleep escapes me,
I ask — where did I go wrong?
Was I truly that unworthy…
or was I never meant to belong…
Sometimes I wish to cry out loud,
until my breath starts to break…
but even my tears have abandoned me,
as if they too couldn’t stay…
Oh Allah… I can’t carry this anymore,
this weight is too heavy to bear…
if this is a test, then have mercy…
because patience is no longer there…
Give me back the peace I once had,
or give me strength to accept this pain…
because I am tired… so deeply tired… of living this life in vain…
Sher O Shayeri 