“Ghairon se bachne ki hamesha tayyari thi humein,
– Zulfikar Inamdar
Par apno ke waar ne be-asra kar diya…”
“I was always prepared for strangers,
But betrayal from my own blood destroyed me…”
“Apno Ka Zeher”:
Arz kiya hai ke:
Ye jo dushman mere jaan ke hai,
In me saare mere khandaan aur mere pehchaan ke hai…
Jo kabhi mere saath baith kar hasa karte the,
Aaj wahi meri barbaadi ke armaan ke hai…
Maine toh har rishta dil se nibhaya tha,
Har apne ko Rab ki rehmat samjha tha…
Kisko khabar thi iss safar-e-zindagi me,
Sabse bada dard apno ne dena tha…
Kuch chehre roshni jaise lagte rahe,
Magar andar se andheron ki dukaan nikle…
Jinhe apni duaon me maanga tha maine,
Wahi meri badduaon ka samaan nikle…
Ye jo dushman mere jaan ke hai,
In me saare mere pehchaan ke hai…
Kisi ne hasad me zeher ghola,
Kisi ne mohabbat ka naam lekar toda…
Kisi ne kandhe par haath rakha,
Aur peeche se meri kamar tod di…
Kisi ne “apna” keh kar gale lagaya,
Phir meri hi rooh ko tanha chhod di…
Bohot ajeeb hota hai woh lamha bhi,
Jab insaan sachchai samajhne lagta hai…
Har muskurata chehra wafadaar nahi hota,
Ye dil dheere dheere samajhne lagta hai…
Mai chup raha toh kamzor samjha gaya,
Mai toot gaya toh mazaak banaya gaya…
Jin logon ke liye khud ko mita diya maine,
Unhi ke haathon baar baar rulaya gaya…
Ab toh har rishta dara deta hai mujhe,
Har mohabbat me fareb nazar aata hai…
Log chehre pe chehra laga kar milte hai,
Kaun apna hai samajh nahi aata hai…
Maine apni zindagi ki kitaab khol kar rakhi,
Logon ne har safhe ko hawa bana diya…
Mere jazbaat mere raaz mere ehsaas,
Sabko mehfil ka qissa bana diya…
Aaj tanha hoon toh gham nahi mujhe,
Kam se kam dhoke ka darr toh nahi…
Akele chalne ki aadat si ho gayi hai,
Ab kisi ke badalne ka darr toh nahi…
Ye jo dushman mere jaan ke hai,
In me saare mere khandaan aur mere pehchaan ke hai…
Aur sabse bada sitam toh ye hai ke,
Chehre sab apne hai… par dil anjaan ke hai…
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English Version:
“Poison from My Own”:
A request is:
Those who now stand against my soul,
Are all people I once called my own…
The same ones who laughed beside me,
Now wait silently to see me broken and alone…
I carried every relationship with sincerity,
Believing every loved one was a blessing from God…
Little did I know that in this journey of life,
The deepest wounds would come from my own blood…
Some faces looked brighter than light,
Yet carried darkness hidden deep inside…
The people I once prayed for with love,
Became the reason my soul slowly died…
Someone placed a hand on my shoulder,
While quietly stabbing my back in silence…
Someone hugged me calling me “family,”
Then abandoned my heart to loneliness and violence…
Now every relationship frightens me,
Every smile feels covered in disguise…
People wear masks upon their faces,
And truth disappears behind their lies…
Today I walk alone without complaint,
At least betrayal no longer follows me there…
Because the cruelest pain in this world is when,
Your enemies are the people for whom you once cared… 🌹
Sher O Shayeri 