Toota Hua Sheesha / The Mirror That Shattered:

“Kal tak meri chamak mein log apna aks dekha karte the,
aaj meri kirchon se apne qadam bachaya karte hain.
Waqt ne sirf itna sa farq paida kiya hai—
pehle meri qeemat meri chamak thi,
aaj meri qeemat mera toot jaana hai.”
“Main toot kar bhi wahi hoon jo pehle tha,
bas logon ki nazar badal gayi hai.
Kal mere wajood mein apni tasveer dhoondhte the,
aaj meri kirchon mein apna khatra dekhte hain.”

Yesterday, I was a mirror—
everyone came to see themselves in me.
Today, I am shattered into pieces—
everyone walks carefully around me.
The saddest truth is not that I broke,
but that my worth was only discovered
after the breaking.”
“When I was whole, they admired my reflection.
When I shattered, they feared my pieces.
But they never understood that even broken glass still catches the light—
and sometimes, it shines brighter than before.”

-Zulfikar Inamdar

Toota Hua Sheesha;

Arz kiya hai…

Kal sheesha tha, sab dekh dekh kar jaate the,
Aaj puri tarah toot gaya hoon, sab sambhal sambhal kar jaate hain.

Kal tak meri chamak mein apna aks dhoondhne waale,
Aaj meri kirchon se daaman bachakar jaate hain.

Kal meri baaton par mehfilein saja karti thi,
Aaj meri khamoshi se nazrein churakar jaate hain.

Kal meri muskurahat ka zikr har zubaan par tha,
Aaj mere aansuon ko nazarandaaz kar jaate hain.

Main wahi hoon, meri rooh bhi wahi hai,
Magar log sirf surat dekh kar faisle suna jaate hain.

Kisi ne poocha bhi nahi ke tootne ki wajah kya thi,
Bas mujhe toota hua dekh kar apne raaste badal jaate hain.

Kitni ajeeb baat hai is duniya ki bhi,
Jo dilon ko todte hain, wahi samajhdar kehlate hain.

Main ne to har dard ko muskura kar seh liya,
Magar log meri muskurahat ko meri taqat samajh jaate hain.

Unhein kya khabar ke kitni raaton se neend roothi hui hai,
Kitni duaein aankhon se gir kar sajdon mein dhal jaati hain.

Kabhi kisi ki khushi ke liye khud ko mita diya,
Kabhi kisi ki mohabbat mein apna wajood luta diya.

Magar hasil kya hua…?

Bas chand yaadein, kuch adhoore waade,
Aur kuch log jo zaroorat ke baad badal jaate hain.

Aaj jab apne aap ko aaine mein dekhta hoon,
To chehra mera hota hai, magar pehchaan kahin kho jaati hai.

Ek waqt tha jab har darwaza khula lagta tha,
Aaj har raasta deewar sa nazar aata hai.

Main ne waqt ko bhi wafadaar samjha tha,
Magar waqt bhi logon ki tarah rang badal jaata hai.

Ab na shikwa hai kisi se, na gila hai kisi baat ka,
Jo mera tha hi nahi, uske chale jaane ka afsos kaisa.

Ab to bas itni si dua hai mere Rab se…

Agar phir se kisi ka dil jeetna ho mujhe,
To pehle mera toota hua dil jod dena.

Agar phir se kisi par aitbaar karna ho mujhe,
To pehle meri rooh ke zakhm bhar dena.

Aur agar ye tootna hi meri taqdeer hai,
To mujhe itna sabr dena ke main bikhar kar bhi muskurata rahun.

Kyun ke maine seekh liya hai…

Har tootne wali cheez bekaar nahi hoti,
Kuch sheeshe toot kar aaina ban jaate hain.

Kuch aansu gir kar dua ban jaate hain.

Kuch zakhm bhar kar hikmat ban jaate hain.

Aur kuch log…

Toot kar bhi itne khoobsurat ho jaate hain,
Ke unki khamoshi bhi ek poori kitaab lagti hai.

Kal sheesha tha, sab dekh dekh kar jaate the,
Aaj puri tarah toot gaya hoon, sab sambhal sambhal kar jaate hain.
Magar yaqeen hai mujhe, ek din aisa bhi aayega…
Ye kirchein hi meri roshni ka sabab ban jaayengi. 🌹🥀

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English Version:

The Mirror I Used to Be:

A request is…

Yesterday I was a mirror bright,
Holding every borrowed light.
People came from far and near,
Finding themselves whenever I appeared.

They smiled at what my surface showed,
Never asking of the weight I owed.
They loved the image, praised the view,
Yet never cared what I went through.

Yesterday I was a story untold,
A heart of flesh wrapped up in gold.
A soul that carried silent scars,
Still shining gently like the stars.

Then came the storm I could not fight,
A cruel and unforgiving night.
One crack appeared, then one more too,
Until my whole world split in two.

And suddenly the crowd grew small,
The voices faded one by one from all.
The hands that once reached out to stay,
Became the feet that walked away.

Yesterday they looked into my eyes,
Today they turn away from my cries.
Yesterday they called me strong and wise,
Today they fear the truth behind the disguise.

Now I lie scattered upon the ground,
In shattered silence, without a sound.
And those who once stood close to me,
Pass with caution, carefully.

Not because I changed inside,
Not because my soul has died.
But broken things make people see
The pain behind reality.

Funny how the world behaves,
Building crowns and digging graves.
Loving flowers while they bloom,
Then forgetting them too soon.

No one asks how much it hurt,
To watch my dreams fall in the dirt.
No one counts the sleepless nights,
Or sees the tears beyond the lights.

Yet every fragment that remains
Still remembers joys and pains.
Every piece reflects a part
Of the shattered map inside my heart.

And though I’m broken, this I know,
Some seeds need darkness first to grow.
Some stars are born from skies that break,
Some souls awaken when they ache.

For I have learned through every scar,
Broken things are who we are.
The moon is cracked by shades of night,
Yet still it fills the world with light.

A river cuts through stone with pain,
Yet finds the ocean once again.
And hearts that shatter, hearts that bend,
Often love the deepest in the end.

So let them walk with careful feet,
Let them fear the shards they meet.
I no longer seek their praise,
Or long for yesterday’s embrace.

Because one day they too will see,
The truth that lives inside of me:

A mirror broken on the floor
Still reflects forevermore.

And a wounded heart that learns to heal
Possesses strength that’s truly real.

For yesterday I was admired for my shine,
But today my scars have made me divine.