“Mohabbat jab adhuri reh jaaye,
– Zulfikar Inamdar
toh insaan baaton se nahi… tasveeron se jeene lagta hai…”
“When love remains unfinished,
people stop living through conversations… and start surviving through photographs…”
“Tasveer Ke Paar”:
Arz kiya hai…
Tujhse milne ko tarasta hoon, par mulaqat nahi kar sakta,
Mere paas sirf uski tasveer hai… dekh sakta hoon, par baat nahi kar sakta…
Kabhi kabhi lagta hai jaise woh tasveer mujhe dekh rahi ho,
Meri tanhaayi par chupke se aansu baha rahi ho…
Main uski aankhon me apna pura jahaan dhoond leta hoon,
Magar woh jahaan mera hokar bhi mera nahi ho sakta…
Uski ek muskurahat ne kabhi mujhe zinda rakha tha,
Aaj wahi muskurahat mujhe andar se tod deti hai…
Maine kitni dafa tasveer se poocha hai,
“Batana… kya usne kabhi mujhe yaad bhi kiya?”
Magar har dafa sirf khamoshi mili,
Jaise dard ko bhi alfaaz naseeb na ho…
Ye kaisi mohabbat hai ke,
Main uske bina jee bhi raha hoon aur mar bhi raha hoon…
Saans chal rahi hai magar rooh kahin ruk si gayi hai…
Kabhi kabhi uski tasveer ko itni der tak dekhta hoon,
Ke apni hi aankhon me uska aks utar aata hai…
Aur phir khud se darr lagta hai mujhe,
Ke kahin main yaadon ka qabristaan na ban jaun…
Meri raaton ka sukoon bhi usi ke naam ho gaya,
Aur meri neendon ka qatl bhi usi ne kiya…
Ajeeb baat hai na…
Insaan zinda kisi ke saath rehta hai,
Magar andar se kisi aur ki yaadon me dafan hota rehta hai…
Main chaah kar bhi usse bhula nahi sakta,
Kyuki bhoolne ke liye nafrat chahiye…
Aur meri mohabbat me aaj bhi sirf duaayein basti hain…
Uski tasveer purani ho gayi hai,
Magar meri chahat aaj bhi nayi lagti hai…
Waqt badal gaya, log badal gaye,
Par mera intezaar aaj bhi wahi khada hai…
Kabhi kabhi dil karta hai tasveer jala doon,
Taake ye dard bhi raakh ho jaaye…
Magar phir darr lagta hai,
Kahin uski aakhri nishaani bhi mujhse juda na ho jaaye…
Aur sach toh ye hai…
Main usse paakar bhi shayad itna khush na hota,
Jitna usse kho kar udaas ho chuka hoon…
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English Version:
“Beyond The Photograph”:
I long to meet you every day,
Yet fate keeps you so far away…
All I have is your photograph near,
I can see your face… but you cannot hear…
I hold your picture close each night,
And search your eyes in the pale moonlight…
Your silent smile still feels so true,
Yet silence is all I get from you…
Sometimes I whisper your name so slow,
As if your heart somewhere may know…
But empty walls just hear my pain,
And send my echoes back again…
Your memory lives inside my chest,
Like a wound that never rests…
I smile outside for all to see,
While storms keep breaking inside me…
Sometimes I stare till tears appear,
Pretending somehow you are near…
The world may move, the days may fly,
But your absence never passes by…
Love became my quiet cage,
A story trapped on every page…
I breathe somehow, I live somehow,
But I am not the same soul now…
Your picture may grow old with time,
Yet my love stays in every line…
People changed and seasons flew,
But my heart still waits for you…
And honestly, the deepest scar,
Is loving someone from afar…
To have their face but not their touch,
To miss one soul this painfully much…
Sometimes I think I should let go,
Burn every memory I still know…
But then I fear when ashes part,
You may disappear from my heart…
So here I stand with endless pain,
Calling your name again, again…
With just your photograph in sight,
To love you silently every night… ❤️
“Some loves never fade away,
they simply learn to survive in silence…”
Sher O Shayeri 