“Mohabbat ki sabse khamosh takleef ye hoti hai…
– Zulfikar Inamdar
Ke insan kisi ko kho kar nahi, balki kisi aur ki nazron mein dekh kar tootne lagta hai…”
“The deepest pain of love is not losing someone…
It is watching the world admire the soul you silently call your own.”
“Nazar-e-Mohabbat”:
Arz kiya hai…
Hum toh tumhe dekhte hain ibaadat ki tarah,
Magar tumhe dekhne wale humse dekhe nahi jaate…
Teri aankhon mein jo ek noor sa utarta hai,
Us noor pe kisi aur ke saaye humse dekhe nahi jaate…
Humne toh dil ko samjha liya tha tere bina jeene par,
Magar tere aas-paas ghoomte chehre humse dekhe nahi jaate…
Kaisi ajeeb si bechain mohabbat hai meri,
Ke tere naam ke saath kisi aur ke lafz humse likhe nahi jaate…
Tujhe paane ki zid kab ki chhod di humne,
Magar tujhe khone ke tasavvur humse soche nahi jaate…
Teri ek muskurahat pe duniya luta dein hum,
Magar woh muskurahat sab mein baanti jaaye humse dekhe nahi jaate…
Yun toh har mehfil mein muskura kar baithe rehte hain,
Par tere zikr ke baad chehre humse sambhaale nahi jaate…
Tum saamne ho toh lagta hai waqt theher gaya,
Tum door ho toh lamhe bhi humse guzaare nahi jaate…
Humne har dard ko chup reh kar seh liya lekin,
Tere liye uthti hui nazrein humse sahe nahi jaate…
Na jaane tum mein aisi kya baat hai jaan-e-wafa,
Ke tumhare baad kisi aur ke khayaal dil mein laaye nahi jaate…
Kabhi socha na tha mohabbat itni gehri hogi,
Ke raat bhar jaag kar bhi ashk humse bahaaye nahi jaate…
Teri khushbu tak se mehsoos hoti hai teri maujoodgi,
Aur phir log kehte hain ke ehsaas dekhe nahi jaate…
Humne toh bas tujhe apna samajh kar chaaha tha,
Magar mohabbat ke daave humse jataye nahi jaate…
Kuch is tarah basa hai tera gham meri rooh mein,
Ke ab khushi ke mausam bhi humse manaye nahi jaate…
Teri awaaz sun kar dil ko sukoon milta hai,
Aur phir kai din tak humse khud ko sambhaale nahi jaate…
Ek arsa hua khud se bhi baat kiye hue,
Ab toh tanhaayi ke lamhe bhi humse kaate nahi jaate…
Hum toh tere sheher mein khud ko kho chuke kab ke,
Magar tere raaston se ab bhi hum door jaaye nahi jaate…
Log poochte hain kya mila tujhe iss mohabbat se,
Aur humse dil ke zakhm kisi ko dikhaye nahi jaate…
Tumhe dekh kar sajde mein jhuk jaata hai dil,
Magar ye raaz zamaane ko humse bataye nahi jaate…
Kabhi mehsoos karo toh samajh aayegi meri khamoshi,
Kuch dard lafzon mein kabhi samjhaye nahi jaate…
Aur aakhir mein bas itna hi sach hai…
Hum toh tumhe dekhte hain ibaadat ki tarah,
Magar tumhe dekhne wale humse dekhe nahi jaate…
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English Version:
“The Eyes That Cannot Bear”:
A request is….
I look at you as though you were my prayer,
But the eyes that wander toward you… I cannot bear…
There’s a sacred kind of light within your gaze,
And seeing strangers touched by it feels unfair…
I taught my heart the art of silent longing,
Yet these restless feelings refuse repair…
I never begged destiny to make you mine,
But losing you is a fear my soul can’t wear…
Your smile could make a dying world breathe again,
Yet seeing it shared with others is despair…
I sit in crowded rooms pretending I am whole,
While your name alone leaves my spirit bare…
When you are near, even time kneels down in silence,
When you are gone, every moment becomes hard to bear…
I endured every wound life placed upon my chest,
But jealous eyes upon you are scars beyond compare…
There is something about you I cannot explain,
For after knowing you, no one else feels rare…
I never knew love could become this deep,
Where tears remain trapped because the heart is too aware…
Your presence lingers like perfume in forgotten air,
And suddenly every empty corner feels you there…
I loved you quietly without demanding forever,
Yet my soul still breaks when others stop and stare…
Some nights your memory burns like midnight rain,
Soft… beautiful… and painfully unfair…
Your voice brings peace to storms inside my chest,
Then leaves behind a silence too heavy to bear…
I lost myself somewhere within your existence,
And now even solitude asks why I still care…
People ask what I gained from loving you this way,
How do I explain a wound that looks like prayer…?
Perhaps love was never meant to be possession,
Perhaps some hearts are only destined to despair…
And in the end, all I know is this—
I look at you as though you were my prayer,
But the eyes that wander toward you… I cannot bear…
Sher O Shayeri 