“Sirf Mujhe Chhod Kar…” / “Except Me…”:

“Sabse zyada takleef tab hoti hai,
jab jis shakhs se hum baat karna chahte hain…
usay humse baat karne ki zarurat hi mehsoos nahi hoti…” 💔

“The deepest pain is when the only person you want to talk to…
is perfectly fine talking to everyone except you.” 💔

– Zulfikar Inamdar

“Sirf Mujhe Chhod Kar…”:

Arz kiya hai…

Mujhe kisi se baat karne ki chahat nahi,
sirf ek insaan ko chhod kar…
Aur usay har kisi se guftagu ka shauq hai,
sirf mujhe chhod kar…

Main uski ek awaaz pe poora din jee leta hoon,
woh mere ek paighaam ko nazarandaaz kar deta hai…
Main uski khamoshi ko bhi mohabbat samajhta raha,
aur woh meri mohabbat ko bas waqt ka guzarna kehta hai…

Main har raat uski yaadon ke saath sota hoon,
jaise koi zakhmi parinda andheron mein sisakta ho…
Woh naye chehron mein muskurata rehta hai,
aur mera dil tanhaayi mein roz bikhar ta ho…

Maine duniya bhar ki mehfilein chhod di uske liye,
har awaaz se rishta tod diya…
Bas ek uski baat sunne ki khatir,
maine apne andar ka shor tod diya…

Magar usay kabhi meri kami mehsoos hi nahi hui,
jaise main uski zindagi ka hissa hi nahi tha…
Main uske har dard mein rota raha,
aur woh meri aankhon ka aansu bhi nahi tha…

Kabhi kabhi dil cheekh kar poochta hai mujhse —
kya mohabbat sirf tadapne ka naam hai?
Kya ek shakhs ke liye poori duniya chhod dena,
akhir mein sirf barbaad hone ka kaam hai?

Main uski online aane ki aahat tak pehchan leta hoon,
uske typing karne se dil dhadakne lagta hai…
Aur woh itna beparwah hai meri chahat se,
ke mera naam dekh kar bhi chup reh jata hai…

Kitni ajeeb baat hai na…
Jis shakhs ko hum apni duaon mein maangte hain,
aksar wahi shakhs humein
apni duaon mein shamil karna bhool jata hai…

Main uske liye har rishte se door ho gaya,
har mehfil mein khud ko tanha kar diya…
Aur usne meri wafaa ka sila yun diya,
ke mujhe apni hi nazron mein ruswa kar diya…

Ab toh aadat si ho gayi hai dard ke saath jeene ki,
har khushi bhi adhoori lagti hai…
Jis dil mein sirf ek naam basa ho,
usay poori duniya bhi kam lagti hai…

Kabhi sochta hoon sab kuch chhod doon,
uski yaadon ko dil se mita doon…
Phir dil ke kisi kone se awaaz aati hai —
“Jisay itni shiddat se chaha ho, usay kaise bhula doon…”

Meri aankhon mein jo nami rehti hai,
woh kisi baarish ka paani nahi…
Ye us mohabbat ka maatam hai,
jiski kahani ka koi anjaam nahi…

Woh shayad kabhi samajh bhi na sake,
ke kisi ko nazarandaaz karna kitna dard deta hai…
Jab ek shakhs sirf tumse baat karna chahe,
aur tumhara dil kisi aur mehfil mein rehta hai…

Maine uski khushi mein apni jaan tak rakh di hoti,
agar usne kabhi sachche dil se pukara hota…
Magar usay toh aadat thi bas muskurakar guzar jaane ki,
kaash usne ek baar mujhe dobara sambhala hota…

Ab main andar se bilkul khokhla ho chuka hoon,
jaise kisi purani imarat ka girta hua dar hoon…
Log kehte hain muskura liya karo,
unhe kya pata main kitne dard ka ghar hoon…

Aur ab akhir mein bas itna samajh aaya hai mujhe —
Mohabbat har kisi ko naseeb nahi hoti…
Kuch log dil mein umr bhar rehte hain,
magar haathon ki lakeeron mein kabhi nahi hote… 💔

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English Version

“Except Me…”:

A request is:

I do not wish to talk to anyone anymore,
except that one person…
And they seem to find comfort in talking to everyone,
except me…

I survive an entire day just hearing their voice once,
while they ignore even my smallest message…
I kept mistaking their silence for love,
while they treated my love like passing time…

Every night I sleep beside their memories,
like a wounded bird trembling in the dark…
They keep smiling among new faces,
while my lonely heart keeps falling apart…

I walked away from crowded gatherings for them,
I silenced every noise around my soul…
Just to hear one conversation from them,
I buried storms inside me whole…

But they never truly noticed my absence,
as if I never belonged in their life…
I cried for every pain they carried,
while my tears never touched their eyes…

Sometimes my heart screams at me asking —
Is love only another name for suffering?
Is leaving the whole world for one person
meant only for breaking and crumbling?

I recognize even the sound of them coming online,
their typing alone makes my heartbeat race…
Yet they are so careless toward my feelings,
they see my name… and still leave no trace…

How strange love truly is…
The person we pray for every night,
often forgets to keep us
in even one of their prayers…

I distanced myself from everyone for them,
turned every gathering into loneliness…
And this was the reward for my loyalty —
I lost myself in my own helplessness…

Now pain feels like an old companion,
even happiness feels incomplete somehow…
When one name lives inside your heart,
the entire world still feels too small…

Sometimes I think of letting go completely,
erasing their memories from my chest…
But a voice deep inside whispers softly —
“How do you forget the one you loved the most?”

The tears living inside my eyes
are not rainwater from the skies…
They are mourning for a love story
that was never meant to survive…

Perhaps they will never understand
how painful ignorance can truly be…
When someone only wishes to speak to you,
while your heart belongs elsewhere completely…

I would have given my life for their happiness,
if only they had called me sincerely once…
But they were used to smiling and walking away,
never realizing how badly I needed them…

Now I feel hollow from within,
like an abandoned house falling apart…
People tell me to smile more often,
they do not know how ruined is my heart…

And in the end, I understood only this —
Not every love story is destined to stay…
Some people live inside your soul forever,
but never inside your fate… 💔