“Sabse gehra dard us waqt nahi hota jab koi chhor kar chala jaaye, balki us waqt hota hai jab woh saamne ho aur phir bhi aap uski zindagi mein kahin na hon.” 🥀💔

— Zulfikar Inamdar ✍️🌹

Tumne jawaab nahi diya, maine sawaal karna chhor diya,
Tum mashghool the shayad, maine pareshaan karna chhor diya.

Pehle har subah tumhari yaad se shuru hoti thi,
Har raat tumhare khayalon par khatam,
Magar jab ehsaas hua ke meri yaadon ka safar,
Sirf meri hi taraf se tha,
To maine bhi khud ko samjha liya,
Aur tumhara intezaar karna chhor diya.

Har baar socha ke shayad aaj tum yaad karoge,
Shayad aaj meri kami mehsoos hogi,
Shayad aaj tum poochhoge ke kaise ho,
Magar har “shayad” ke baad sirf khamoshi mili,
Aur maine un khamoshiyon ko apna naseeb maan liya.

Tumhari duniya bohot badi thi,
Usmein log bhi bohot the,
Masroofiyat bhi bohot thi,
Aur shayad meri jagah bohot chhoti thi,
Isliye maine khud ko tumhari duniya se dheere dheere nikaal liya,
Aur apni tanhaiyon ko apna ghar bana liya.

Kabhi lagta tha ke meri hansi tumhari wajah se hai,
Kabhi lagta tha ke meri duaon mein tumhara zikr hi sabse zyada hai,
Kabhi lagta tha ke agar tum saath ho,
To har mushkil aasan hai,
Magar waqt ne sikha diya,
Ke kuch log saath chalne ke liye nahi,
Sirf yaad reh jaane ke liye milte hain.

Main har baar tumhari taraf ek qadam badhata raha,
Aur tum har baar ek qadam peeche hat-te rahe,
Yeh faasla badhta gaya,
Aur ek din maine thak kar ruk jaana behtar samjha.

Bohot kuch tha jo kehna chahta tha,
Bohot si baatein thi jo tum tak pahunchani thi,
Magar phir samajh aaya,
Ke jo insaan khamoshiyon ko nahi samajhta,
Woh alfaazon ki bheed mein bhi sach nahi samajh sakta.

Tumhe kya khabar ke kitni raaton ne mera saath diya hai,
Kitne aansuon ne meri palkon par ghar banaya hai,
Kitni duaon mein maine tumhara naam liya hai,
Aur kitni martaba Allah se sirf tumhari khushi maangi hai.

Main chahta to shikwa karta,
Gila karta,
Tumhe tumhari berukhi ka aaina dikhata,
Magar muhabbat hisaab nahi maangti,
Isliye maine bhi hisaab maangna chhor diya.

Ab na tumse koi umeed hai,
Na koi shikayat,
Na koi intezaar,
Na koi talab,
Bas ek dua hai,
Ke tum jahan bhi raho,
Khush raho,
Abaad raho,
Aur kabhi kisi apne ko us dard se na guzarna pade,
Jis se main guzra hoon.

Kabhi kabhi dil aaj bhi tumhari yaadon ke darwaze tak chala jaata hai,
Magar phir khud hi laut aata hai,
Kyunke ab use maloom hai,
Ke wahan uska koi muntazir nahi.

Main toot kar bhi bikhra nahi,
Roya bhi bohot,
Magar awaaz nahi ki,
Kyuki kuch dard aise hote hain,
Jo sirf Rab ko sunaye jaate hain,
Duniya ko nahi.

Ab agar kabhi meri khamoshi tumhe yaad aaye,
To samajh lena,
Ke woh insaan jo har waqt tumhara tha,
Ek din khud ko sambhalte sambhalte,
Tumse door ho gaya.

Tum khush raho…
Bas maine apna hissa maangna chhor diya,
Tumhari mehfilon mein apni jagah dhoondhna chhor diya,
Tumhari yaadon ke sahare jeena chhor diya,
Tumse mohabbat karna nahi…
Bas us mohabbat ka zikr karna chhor diya…

“Mohabbat ka sab se dardnaak anjaam judaai nahi hota,
Balki woh lamha hota hai jab aap samajh jaate hain ke jis shakhs ke liye aap roye the, usay aapke aansuon se kabhi farak hi nahi pada…”

— Zulfikar Inamdar 🌹🥀

Jo kabhi dara nahi mujhe khone se,
Usay kya hi farak padhta hai mere hone ya na hone se…

Kuch dard aise hote hain,
Jo lafzon mein bayan nahi hote,
Jo aansuon se halka nahi hote,
Jo saalon tak dil ke kisi veeran kone mein
Khamoshi se basera kar lete hain…

Main har roz thoda thoda bikhar kar bhi,
Uske liye wahi raha jo pehle tha,
Magar usay kya hi farak padhta hai
Mere tootne se, mere judne se…

Kabhi raat bhar jag kar uski khair maangi,
Kabhi apni khwahishon ko qurbaan kar diya,
Kabhi apne dard chhupa kar uski muskurahat khareed li,
Magar usay kya hi farak padhta hai
Mere marne se ya jeene se…

Ek waqt tha jab uski ek awaaz par
Dil sajde mein gir jaata tha,
Aaj woh saamne se guzar jaaye to bhi
Khamoshi mere saath chalti hai…

Main ne mohabbat ko ibadat samjha,
Usne shayad ek aadat samjha,
Aur aadatein badal jaati hain,
Magar ibadatein kabhi nahi badalti…

Kabhi kabhi sochta hoon,
Kya meri kami usay mehsoos hogi?
Phir dil hans kar kehta hai,
“Jo shakhs tumhare hote hue tumhara na hua,
Woh tumhare na hone par kya tumhara hoga?”

Main ne uske liye kitni duaein maangi,
Ye sirf Allah jaanta hai,
Aur kitni dafa apne aansuon ko
Muskurahat ke parde ke peeche chhupaya,
Ye sirf mera takiya jaanta hai…

Har raat ek hi sawal dil se takrata hai,
“Aakhir kami kahan reh gayi thi mujh mein?”
Mohabbat kam thi?
Wafa kam thi?
Ya phir qismat ko hi mera muskuraana manzoor na tha…

Ab thak gaya hoon kisi ko apna dard samjhate samjhate,
Ab thak gaya hoon kisi ki qadr karte karte,
Kyun ke jo log dil se nikal jaate hain,
Woh phir yaadon mein to rehte hain,
Magar zindagi mein nahi…

Aur sab se badi tanhaai ye nahi hoti
Ke koi aapke paas na ho,
Balki sab se badi tanhaai ye hoti hai
Ke koi aapke paas ho kar bhi aapka na ho…

Is liye ab shikwa bhi nahi karta,
Na gila karta hoon,
Kyun ke jo kabhi dara nahi mujhe khone se,
Usay kya hi farak padhta hai mere hone ya na hone se…

“Har khwahish ka poora hona zaroori nahi hota…
Kuch khwahishen intezar ke safar mein hi humein woh sabak de jaati hain, jo manzil par pahunch kar bhi nahi milte.
Jo sabr seekh gaya, woh zindagi ke har imtehan mein kamyab ho gaya.”

“Not every wish is meant to be fulfilled…
Some desires teach us lessons during the journey of waiting that even reaching the destination cannot teach.
The one who learns patience has mastered the true art of living.”

✍️ Zulfikar Inamdar 🌹

🌹 “Intezar Ka Hunar” 🌹

Arz kiya hai…

Har khwahish ka poora hona zaroori to nahi,
Kabhi intezar bhi insaan ko behtar bana deta hai.

Har dua ka jawab foran mil jaye zaroori to nahi,
Rab aksar der se dekar uski qeemat bata deta hai.

Har manzil tak pahunch jaana hi kamyabi nahi hoti,
Kabhi safar bhi zindagi ka maqsad sikha deta hai.

Har muskurahat ke peeche khushi ho zaroori to nahi,
Kabhi dard bhi honton ko hansna sikha deta hai.

Har apna umr bhar apna rahe mumkin to nahi,
Waqt aksar chehron se naqaab hata deta hai.

Har rishta wafadari ki misaal ban jaye zaroori nahi,
Kabhi judai bhi mohabbat ka matlab samjha deti hai.

Har haar nakaami ki alamat nahi hoti,
Kabhi girna bhi uthne ka saleeqa sikha deta hai.

Har zakhm dikhai de zaroori to nahi,
Kuch dard rooh mein utar kar umr bhar saath rehte hain.

Har aansu kamzori ki nishani nahi hota,
Kabhi ro lena bhi dil ka bojh halka kar deta hai.

Har andhera khaufnaak ho zaroori to nahi,
Kabhi tanha raaton mein insaan khud ko paa leta hai.

Har sitara falak par hamesha nahi chamakta,
Kabhi toot kar girna bhi uski pehchan ban jata hai.

Har phool ko bahaar naseeb ho zaroori nahi,
Kuch kaliyan khilne se pehle hi murjha jaati hain.

Har koshish ka sila mil jaye zaroori to nahi,
Magar har koshish tajurbe ka khazana de jaati hai.

Har sach meetha ho zaroori nahi,
Magar kadwa sach hi aksar zindagi sanwar deta hai.

Har khwab ki taabeer mil jaye zaroori to nahi,
Kuch adhure khwab bhi jeene ka sahara ban jaate hain.

Har band darwaza nakaami ka ishara nahi hota,
Kabhi Rab uske peeche behtar raasta chhupa deta hai.

Har gham hamesha ka mehmaan nahi hota,
Waqt dheere dheere har zakhm bhar deta hai.

Aur jab umr ki shaam mein insaan mud kar dekhta hai,
To samajh aata hai ke jo na mila, woh bhi rehmat thi.

Jo toot gaya, usne sambhalna sikha diya,
Jo bichhad gaya, usne pehchanna sikha diya.

Jo intezar mein guzra, woh zaya nahi hua,
Usne sabr ka woh hunar diya jo kitaabon mein nahi milta.

Tab dil se ek hi sada nikalti hai…

Har khwahish ka poora hona zaroori to nahi,
Kabhi intezar bhi insaan ko behtar bana deta hai.

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The English Version:

🌹 The Art of Waiting 🌹

A request is…

Not every wish is destined to come true,
Sometimes waiting itself refines the soul in ways nothing else can.

Not every prayer is answered the moment it is made,
Often, the delay teaches the value of what is yet to arrive.

Not every destination defines success,
Sometimes the journey reveals life’s deepest purpose.

Not every smile is born from happiness,
Sometimes pain teaches the lips how to smile.

Not every loved one remains forever,
Time has a way of removing masks and revealing truths.

Not every bond becomes a tale of loyalty,
Sometimes separation teaches the meaning of love.

Not every defeat is a sign of failure,
Sometimes falling teaches us how to rise with grace.

Not every wound can be seen by the eyes,
Some scars settle quietly within the soul.

Not every tear speaks of weakness,
Sometimes weeping lightens the burdens of the heart.

Not every darkness is meant to frighten us,
Sometimes lonely nights help us discover ourselves.

Not every star shines forever in the sky,
Sometimes its beauty lies in the way it falls.

Not every flower is blessed with spring,
Some buds wither before they ever bloom.

Not every effort brings immediate reward,
Yet every effort leaves behind a treasure of wisdom.

Not every truth tastes sweet,
Yet bitter truths often shape the finest lives.

Not every dream finds its fulfillment,
Some unfinished dreams become reasons to keep moving forward.

Not every closed door signals failure,
Sometimes God hides a better path behind it.

Not every sorrow stays forever,
Time gently heals even the deepest wounds.

And when evening falls upon the years of life,
One begins to understand that what never arrived was also a blessing.

What broke us taught us how to endure,
What left us taught us how to recognize what truly matters.

The time spent waiting was never wasted,
For it taught a lesson no book could ever contain.

And then the heart softly whispers:

Not every wish is meant to come true;
Sometimes waiting itself transforms us into better human beings.

“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.

“Na mumkin ke andheron me bhi
dil ek mumkin ka chiragh jalaye rakhta hai…
Kyunke jab insaan har raasta band dekh leta hai,
tab Rabb naye raaste banana shuru karta hai…” 🌙🌹

“Even in the darkness of the impossible,
the heart keeps a candle of possibility alive…
Because when every road seems closed,
God begins creating paths unseen by human eyes.”🌙🌹

-Zulfikar Inamdar

Na Mumkin Se Mumkin Tak:

Arz kiya hai:

“Har wo cheez jo aankhon ko na mumkin lage…
zaroori nahi ke Rabb ke faislon me bhi na mumkin ho…”

Na mumkin ke raaste nazar na aane ke bawajood,
dil me ek mumkin ki ummeed hoti hai…
Ek aisi umeed,
jo har tootne ke baad bhi marna nahi jaanti… 🌙

Kabhi kabhi zindagi insaan ko
aise mod par la khada karti hai
jahaan har taraf khamoshi hoti hai…
Na koi sahara,
na koi raasta,
na koi apna jo haath pakad kar kahe:

“Sab theek ho jayega…”

Aur us waqt insaan ke paas
sirf do cheezein bachti hain —
Aankhon me nami…
aur dil me umeed…

Ajeeb baat hai na…
Dil kitni zid karta hai jeene ki…
Jabke halaat har roz usay
thoda thoda todte rehte hain…

Magar phir bhi,
raat ki tanhaai me,
sajde ki mitti par,
ya bheegi palkon ke darmiyan
ek awaaz chupke se janam leti hai:

“Mera Rab abhi mere saath hai…”

Aur bas wahi awaaz
insaan ko dubne nahi deti… ✨

Kabhi hum un cheezon ke liye rote hain
jo hamare haq me hoti hi nahi…
Aur kabhi Rabb hume der isliye deta hai
taake jab de…
toh bepanah de… 🌹

Insaan aksar jaldi me faisle karta hai,
magar Rabb waqt lekar moajize likhta hai…

Tumne kabhi dekha hai?
Andhera kabhi subah ko rok nahi saka…
Toofan kabhi kashti ki umeed nahi cheen saka…
Aur mushkilein kabhi un logon ko hara nahi sakin
jinhe apne Rab par yaqeen tha…

Na mumkin sirf insaan ki soch hoti hai…
Rabb ke liye toh sirf “Ho ja” kehna kaafi hota hai…

Isliye agar aaj raaste band nazar aa rahe hain,
toh mayoos mat hona…
Ho sakta hai Rabb tumhare liye
ek aisa darwaza kholne wala ho
jiska tumne kabhi tasawwur bhi na kiya ho…

Kabhi kabhi der hoti hai…
kabhi imtehaan lamba hota hai…
kabhi aansu zyada girte hain…
magar jo log umeed ka daaman nahi chhodte,
woh ek din sukoon zaroor paa lete hain… 🌙

Is duniya me sab kuch khatam ho sakta hai…
Magar ek sache dil ki dua
aur Allah ki rehmat kabhi khatam nahi hoti…

Toh agar tum thak gaye ho…
ruk jana…
magar umeed mat todna…

Kyunke mumkinat ka safar
aksar wahi se shuru hota hai
jahaan insaan ko sab kuch
na mumkin lagne lagta hai… ✨🌹

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English Version:

When The Impossible Feels Silent:

A request is:…

Sometimes life becomes so quiet,
that even our prayers return as tears…
No signs,
no answers,
no doors left open anywhere near… 🌧️

Yet strangely,
the heart still refuses to give up.
Somewhere deep inside,
a tiny voice keeps whispering:

“Maybe tomorrow will be kinder…”

And perhaps that is what faith truly is…
Holding on to light
when the world offers nothing but night.

There are moments
when everything around us screams
“Impossible…”
but the soul still waits
like a traveler staring at the horizon,
hoping dawn will rise again… ✨

People think miracles arrive with noise,
but often they come silently…
Like healing after endless pain,
like peace after unbearable storms,
like a prayer answered
long after the eyes had stopped searching… 🌙

Sometimes God delays things
not to punish us,
but to prepare us for something deeper,
something greater than what we once begged for…

Because not every closed door is rejection.
Some doors close
so better ones can finally appear.

The night may feel endless now,
the road may look broken,
and the heart may carry wounds
too deep for words…

But even then,
hope remains alive somehow… 🌹

A fragile little flame
hidden inside the chest,
surviving every storm,
whispering softly:

“What is impossible for man,
is effortless for God…”

So never let hopelessness
become the final chapter of your story…
Because the most beautiful miracles
often begin
at the exact moment
everything feels completely impossible… ✨

“Sabse gehra dard bewafai nahi hota…
Balki woh ehsaas hota hai
Jab tum kisi ko apni poori duniya bana lo…
Aur uski duniya mein
Tum sirf ek naam bankar reh jao…”


“I was ready to make you my only one…
While in your heart,
I was merely one among many…”


The cruelest part of love
Is not being forgotten…
It is discovering
You were ready to make someone your forever,
While they only made you
One among many…”

– Zulfikar Inamdar

Teri Nazar Me:

Arz kiya hai ke…

Accha… teri nazar mein bohot alag hu mai,
Yaani… teri nazar mein koi aur bhi hai…

Bas itni si baat thi…
Magar usne mere andar
Na jaane kitne dard jaga diye…

Agar main sach mein akela hota
Teri duniya mein,
Toh tu mujhe “alag” nahi kehti…
Bas apna kehti…

Magar tune mujhe
Ek bheed mein laakar khada kar diya…
Jahan shayad aur bhi log the
Jo tujhe meri tarah chahte honge…

Us raat neend nahi aayi mujhe…
Teri baatein baarish ki tarah
Dil pe girti rahi…

Aur main bas ye sochta raha—

Kaun hai woh log
Jo teri muskurahat pe marte honge…?
Kaun hai woh
Jo tera “khayal rakhna” sunkar
Poora din muskura dete honge…?
Kaun hai woh
Jo teri online aane ki aahat se
Apni tanhaayi bhula dete honge…?

Aur agar waqai koi aur bhi hai…
Toh phir main kya tha…?

Ek aadat…?
Ek lamha…?
Ya bas ek aur dil
Jo tujhme poori duniya dekh baitha…

Mohabbat ajeeb cheez hai…
Ek shakhs poori zindagi de deta hai…
Aur doosra
Sirf waqt milne par yaad karta hai…

Maine tujhe sajdon mein manga tha…
Har dua mein tera naam chupaya tha…
Maine tujhe us shiddat se chaha
Jis tarah log sirf kahaniyon mein chahte hain…

Aur tune…
Tune mere hote hue bhi
Kisi aur ke liye jagah rakhi…

Bas wahi baat tod gayi mujhe…

Na dooriyan…
Na kismat…
Na judaayi…

Balki yeh ehsaas…
Ke main tujhe poora chahta tha…
Aur tu mujhe aadha…

Phir bhi ajeeb baat ye hai…
Main aaj bhi tujhse nafrat nahi kar sakta…

Tera naam aaj bhi
Dil ko halka sa sukoon de deta hai…
Teri yaadein aaj bhi
Raaton ko jagati hain…
Aur har mohabbat wali shayari
Aaj bhi tera chehra bana deti hai…

Shayad meri badnaseebi bhi yehi hai…
Ke maine tujhe toot kar chaha…
Aur ab toot kar bhi
Tujhe bhula nahi pa raha…

Ab bas khamosh rehta hu…
Apne dard ko muskura kar chhupa leta hu…

Magar agar kabhi
Zindagi tujhe meri tarah tanha kar de…
Toh shayad tab tujhe samajh aaye—
Kisi ek shakhs ki poori duniya hona
Kitni badi ne’mat hoti hai…

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“One Among Many” 🌙

(English Poetic Version)

A request is…

You said I was different…
And somehow that hurt more than silence ever could…

Because if I were truly the only one
Living inside your heart,
You would never have compared me
To the rest of the world…

You would have simply said—
“You are mine…”

But instead,
You left me standing
Among invisible strangers
I never even knew existed…

That night,
Your words followed me everywhere…
In the stillness of my room,
In the sound of the rain,
Even inside my breathing…

And I kept wondering…

Who else has seen your smile
And mistaken it for heaven…?
Who else waits for your name
To light up their darkened screen…?
Who else holds your memories
Like fragile glass inside their chest…?

And if there are others too…
Then what was I…?

A moment…?
A beautiful distraction…?
Or simply another heart
Lost in the crowd of people
Who loved you too deeply…

You know what love does sometimes…?

It makes one person
Build a universe around someone,
While the other
Only visits when they feel lonely…

I gave you places inside me
That even time had never touched…
I loved you
With the kind of sincerity
People only write about in poetry…

And still…
You kept a door open
For someone else…

That is what broke me…

Not distance…
Not fate…
Not even goodbye…

But the unbearable realization
That while I was loving you completely…
You were still leaving space
For another soul beside me…

And strangely enough,
I still cannot hate you…

Because hearts like mine
Do not stop loving easily…
Even after being shattered,
They continue beating
For the same person
Who destroyed them…

So now I stay quiet…
Carrying your memory
Like a wound wrapped in roses…

Beautiful to look at…
Painful to hold…

And if someday
Life teaches you the loneliness
You unknowingly gave me…
Perhaps then
You will finally understand
What it meant
To be loved by someone
Who saw no one else but you…

“Kuch mohabbatein insaan ko zinda nahi rakhti…
sirf saans chalti rehti hai.”

“Some loves do not kill you instantly…
they simply leave you breathing without life.”

-Zulfikar Inamdar

Doobta Hua Dil

Arz kiya hai…

Maar daale kahin mujhe ye dil ke zakhm,
Itna pyaar kiya hai tujhe… kabhi aata nahi mujh par raham.

Main wo shaks hoon jo raat bhar toot kar rota raha,
Aur subah duniya ke saamne muskuraata raha.
Kisi ne poocha bhi nahi ke aankhon mein nami kyun hai,
Sabne bas ye samjha ke waqt ke saath sambhalta raha.

Teri yaadon ka zeher dheere dheere utarta nahi,
Ek bhi din aisa nahi jo tera naam lekar guzarta nahi.
Main khud ko kitni dafa samjha chuka hoon bhool jaane ko,
Magar ye dil hai ke ek pal ke liye bhi mukarta nahi.

Kabhi meri khamoshi ko baith kar mehsoos toh karta,
Mere andar kitna shor hai… ye bhi samajhta.
Main har roz tere liye apni rooh ka ek hissa jalata hoon,
Aur tu hai ke meri mohabbat ko sirf jazbaat samajhta.

Mujhe aadat thi tere naam se sukoon milne ki,
Ab tera naam sunta hoon toh dil kaanp uthta hai.
Pehle tera intezaar meri zindagi hua karta tha,
Ab tera khayal bhi andar se tod deta hai.

Ye ishq nahi… ek khamosh qabar lagta hai,
Jisme har roz mera dil dafn hota rehta hai.
Main chal toh raha hoon duniya ki bheed mein ab bhi,
Magar andar se har lamha kuch marta rehta hai.

Tujhe kya khabar tere jaane ke baad kya guzri mujh par,
Maine khud ko bhi kho diya tujhe sambhalte sambhalte.
Meri duaon ne bhi ek waqt ke baad dam tod diya,
Tera naam lete lete… aansuon ko chhupate chhupate.

Ab toh bas ek hi darr rehta hai mujhe…
Kahin ye mohabbat meri rooh na kha jaaye.
Kahin ek din haste haste achanak main chup ho jaun,
Aur kisi ko samajh bhi na aaye ke andar kya toot jaaye.

Maar daale kahin mujhe ye dil ke zakhm…
Itna pyaar kiya hai tujhe… kabhi aata nahi mujh par raham…

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English Version:

The Drowning Heart:

A request is…

These wounds in my heart may someday bury me alive,
I loved you beyond reason… yet mercy never arrived.

I became the man who cried himself empty every night,
Then wore a smile by morning, hiding every fight.
No one ever asked why my eyes carried silent rain,
They only assumed time was healing all the pain.

The poison of your memories never truly fades away,
Not a single moment passes without your name today.
I’ve begged my heart a thousand times to let you go,
But love like this refuses every answer I know.

If only you had listened closely to my silence once,
You would’ve heard storms screaming beneath the calm.
Every day I burn another piece of my soul for you,
While you reduce my devotion to a passing emotion.

Your name once felt like peace resting upon my chest,
Now even hearing it leaves my shattered heart distressed.
Once, waiting for you gave meaning to my life,
Now even your memory cuts deeper than a knife.

This no longer feels like love…
It feels like a silent grave,
Where my heart is buried alive
Again and again each day.

I still walk among people, pretending to survive,
But inside me, something dies every night.
You’ll never know what your absence truly did to me…
I lost myself completely while trying to keep loving you endlessly.

Now I fear only one thing—
That this love may consume what’s left of my soul.
And one day I may suddenly fall silent forever…
Without anyone ever knowing what broke inside me whole. ❤️🥀

“Kuch neendein bistar par nahi aati…
Woh sirf sukoon-e-dil walon ko naseeb hoti hain…”

“Some sleeps are not found in beds at night…
They belong to hearts that once carried light.”

– Zulfikar Inamdar

Khwaabon Ki Wo Paakeezah Raatein 🌙✨:

Arz kiya hai… ke…

Lauta de mujhe wo raate ai mere Rab…
Jo bina soch ke sojaya karta tha…
Na dil par kisi gham ka saya hota tha,
Na rooh par yaadon ka bojh saja hota tha…

Wo bhi kya daur tha…
Jab shaam dhalte hi sukoon utar aaya karta tha,
Aur aankhein bina kisi shor ke
Khamoshi ki aaghosh me kho jaya karti thi…

Na kisi ke badal jaane ka darr tha,
Na kisi ke chhod jaane ka andesha…
Na dil mohabbat ke imtihaan se guzra tha,
Na rooh ne hijr ka zeher piya tha…

Har raat ek dua jaisi lagti thi,
Har khwaab ibaadat ki tarah paakeezah tha…
Chaand bhi apnapan se jhaanka karta tha,
Aur sitaare khamoshi me saath diya karte the…

Phir waqt ne dheere dheere
Dil ke mausam badal diye…
Hansi ke diye bujhte gaye,
Aur aankhon me nami utarti gayi…

Ab to haal ye hai ke…
Raat aati hai magar sukoon nahi laati…
Neend aati bhi hai to
Yaadon ke shor se toot jaya karti hai…

Kabhi kisi ki baatein jaga deti hain,
Kabhi kisi ki khamoshi rula deti hai…
Aur kabhi dil itna bhar jaata hai
Ke insaan khud apne andar bikhar jaata hai…

Ai mere Rab…
Main thak gaya hoon is duniya ke shor se…
In rishton ke bojh se,
In umeedon se jo har roz toot jaati hain…

Lauta de mujhe wo masoom sa dil,
Jo har kisi me wafa dhoond liya karta tha…
Lauta de mujhe wo bachpan ki raatein,
Jahan maa ki duaaon me neend aa jaya karti thi…

Wo raatein…
Jahan takiya aansuon se nahi bheegta tha…
Jahan dil kisi ek shakhs ki yaad me
Saari raat nahi jalta tha…

Ab to chaand bhi ajnabi lagta hai,
Aur sitaare bhi khamosh rehte hain…
Dil ke zakhm itne gehre ho gaye hain
Ke hum muskuraate hue bhi rote rehte hain…

Bahut arsa ho gaya
Dil ko sukoon mehsoos kiye hue…
Bahut arsa ho gaya
Be-fikri se sote hue…

Ab to har raat
Apne saath ek qayamat laati hai…
Aur har subah
Insaan ko pehle se zyada thaka deti hai…

Ai mere Rab…
Agar meri qismat me sukoon nahi,
To kam az kam itna karam karde…
Ke yaadon ka ye shor tham jaaye,
Aur dil ke andar chalti hui jang so jaaye…

Kyunki ab ye haal ho gaya hai ke…
Jism thak kar so bhi jaaye to kya…
Rooh poori raat jaagti rehti hai…
Aur aankhein band hone ke baad bhi
Andar ek dard musalsal rota rehta hai… 💔

Hum ab bhi wahi hai… bas muskurana seekh liya hai,
Warna raaton ko toot kar rona aaj bhi aata hai…

Kabhi fursat mile to sochna zaroor…
Ek shakhs tha jo sirf tumhare sukoon ke liye dua karta tha… 🌹

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English Version:

The Nights I Left Behind 🌙✨:

A request is… that…

Bring back those nights, my Lord above,
When sleep would come untouched by love…
No storms were raging in my mind,
No wounds of memories trapped inside…

There was a time so soft, so pure,
When every heartbeat felt secure…
The moon would shine with gentle grace,
And peace would rest upon my face…

No fear of losing someone dear,
No silent drowning in despair…
No shattered dreams, no aching soul,
No lonely nights beyond control…

Each night arrived like whispered prayer,
With sacred calmness in the air…
The stars would sit beside my pain,
And heal my restless heart again…

But time, it changed the seasons deep,
And stole the innocence of sleep…
The laughter slowly faded thin,
While endless storms grew loud within…

Now every night becomes a war,
A broken heart behind closed doors…
Sleep comes near, then walks away,
As memories beg my soul to stay…

Sometimes a voice returns to me,
Sometimes it’s painful silence I see…
And sometimes tears fall so quietly,
Even my shadow abandons me…

Oh my Lord…
I’m tired of carrying unseen scars,
Tired of wishing upon dead stars…
Tired of hearts that fade with time,
And dreams that never stay as mine…

Bring back that child I used to be,
Who trusted love so easily…
Bring back those nights so warm, so mild,
When sleep arrived with prayers so wild…

Those nights…
When pillows never tasted tears…
When hearts were free from haunting fears…
When no one’s memory burned so deep,
That souls forgot the way to sleep…

Now even the moon feels cold and far,
And silence lives in every star…
These wounds inside have grown so wide,
I smile outside… but break inside…

It’s been forever since I knew
What peaceful sleeping used to do…
It’s been forever since my eyes
Closed without a thousand cries…

Now every night feels like goodbye,
And every dawn asks me why…
Why broken souls still breathe somehow,
While carrying storms they can’t allow…

Oh my Lord…
If peace is not written for me,
Then set my weary memories free…
Silence the wars inside my chest,
And let my shattered spirit rest…

Because these days, this is my plight…
My body sleeps… my soul stays bright…
Awake in darkness, drowned in pain,
Waiting for peace to come again… 💔

“The hardest sleep is not for tired eyes…
It is for the heart that cries in silence every night…” 🌹

Kuch mohabbatein insaan se uski neend, sukoon aur muskurahat sab cheen leti hain…
Ph ir ek waqt aata hai jab sirf yaadein reh jaati hain,
aur un yaadon se bhi guzaara nahi hota…

Some loves don’t just break the heart…
They quietly steal your peace, your sleep, and your reason to smile.
And then comes a time,
when even memories are no longer enough to survive…

– Zulfikar Inamdar

“Yaadon Ka Aakhri Sahara”:

Arz kiya hai:

Unse kehna mera saath nibhaye aakar,
Meri yaadon se ab guzaara nahi hota…
Har raat toot kar bikhar jaata hoon tanhaai me,
Ab is dil ko khud se bhi sahara nahi hota…

Wo jo kehte the ke kabhi door nahi jayenge,
Aaj unke bina ek lamha bhi gawara nahi hota…
Main har roz unki tasveer se baatein karta hoon,
Kyunki ab haqeeqat me mulaqat ka kinara nahi hota…

Maine chaaha tha unhe ibadat ki tarah,
Har dua me unka naam sajaya tha…
Per unhone mujhe us mod par chhod diya,
Jahan apna saaya bhi saath nibhaya nahi karta…

Meri aankhon me ab bhi unka intezaar zinda hai,
Har aansu me unka hi zikr milta hai…
Log kehte hain waqt har zakhm bhar deta hai,
Magar kuch dard umr bhar rooh me jalta hai…

Main jab bhi hansne ki koshish karta hoon,
Unki kami honton se muskurahat cheen leti hai…
Ye ishq bhi kitna zalim hota hai,
Ek shakhs poori zindagi ki roshni cheen leta hai…

Unse kehna ke laut aaye meri veeran duniya me,
Yahan har cheez adhuri si lagti hai…
Unke bina ye saanse bhi bojh lagti hain,
Aur dhadkanein bhi majboori si lagti hain…

Kabhi wo mere har dard ki dawa hua karte the,
Aaj wahi mere dard ki wajah ban gaye…
Jinse umeed thi umr bhar saath chalne ki,
Wahi raste me tanha chhod kar bewafa ban gaye…

Maine chaand se poocha unka pata,
Sitaron se unki khabar maangi…
Magar har jagah sirf khamoshi mili,
Jaise mohabbat ne khud meri barbaadi maangi…

Ab to har shaam unki yaadon ka janaza lagti hai,
Har subah adhuri si kahani lagti hai…
Main zinda to hoon magar sirf saanso ki had tak,
Warna rooh to kab ki unki deewani lagti hai…

Unse kehna mera haath thaam le dobara,
Mujhe tanha safar manzoor nahi hota…
Meri yaadon se ab guzaara nahi hota,
Aur unke bina jeena bhi qabool nahi hota…

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English Version:

“The Last Shelter of Memories”:

A request is:

Tell her to come back and walk beside me once again,
For I can no longer survive on memories alone…
Every night I shatter silently into pieces,
And even my own soul can no longer comfort me…

She once promised she would never leave,
But now even a single moment without her feels unbearable…
I speak to her photograph like it still breathes,
Because reality no longer grants me her presence…

I loved her like a prayer whispered in every breath,
I carried her name in every silent dua…
But she left me at a crossroads of loneliness,
Where even shadows refuse to stay beside you…

My eyes still wait for her return,
Every tear carries the echo of her name…
People say time heals every wound,
But some pains burn quietly for a lifetime…

Whenever I try to smile again,
Her absence steals the light from my lips…
Love can be unbearably cruel sometimes,
One person can take away the brightness of an entire life…

Tell her this world feels empty without her,
Every corner of my existence feels incomplete…
Even breathing has begun to feel heavy,
And every heartbeat feels like helplessness…

She once healed every sorrow inside me,
And today she herself became the reason for my pain…
The one I trusted to walk beside me forever,
Left me alone midway through the journey…

I asked the moon where she was,
I begged the stars for news of her…
But silence answered me everywhere,
As if love itself desired my ruin…

Now every evening feels like the funeral of memories,
And every sunrise feels unfinished and hollow…
I may still be alive through breath alone,
But my soul has long belonged only to her…

Tell her to hold my hand once again,
For I cannot endure this lonely road anymore…
I can no longer survive on memories,
And life without her no longer feels worth living… 🌹

“Kuch log mohabbat haarte nahi…
Bas unki qismat me wo shakhs likha nahi hota.”

“Some people do not lose love…
They simply lose against destiny.”

– Zulfikar Inamdar

Wo Lakeer Jo Mere Haath Me Nahi:

Arz kiya hai…

Jisko mili wo… mujhe uski hatheli dekhni hai,
Kaisi hoti hai wo lakeer… jo mere haath me nahi…

Main umr bhar jise duaon me maangta raha,
Shayad wo meri qismat ki tehreer me nahi…

Wo jis ke naam se roshan the mere din-o-raat,
Aaj uska zikr bhi meri taqdeer me nahi…

Maine har mod par wafaaon ke diye jalaye,
Phir bhi uski ek nazar meri tasveer me nahi…

Kabhi jo mere saath khwaabon ka ghar sajata tha,
Aaj uska ek bhi rang meri tameer me nahi…

Main uski yaadon ke sahare hi jeeta raha magar,
Wo samjha hi nahi ke jaan ab jism-o-zameer me nahi…

Ek waqt tha ke uski hansi se saans chalti thi,
Ab wo baat kisi dawa, kisi taaseer me nahi…

Maine chaaha tha use toot kar ibaadat ki tarah,
Par meri mohabbat uske dil ki tafseer me nahi…

Uske jaane ke baad ajeeb sa sannata hai,
Jaise koi awaaz ab meri zanjeer me nahi…

Main roz uski tasveer se baatein karta hu,
Kyuki ab wo shakhs meri dastgeer me nahi…

Kabhi lagta hai wo laut aaye to sab theek ho jaaye,
Phir yaad aata hai… wo ab meri taqdeer me nahi…

Meri aankhon ne bohot ashk sambhal kar rakhe hai,
Ye aur baat ke ab dard bhi taqreer me nahi…

Mujhe dekh kar aksar log poochte hai muskura kar,
“Tum itne udaas kyun ho?”
Kaise bataun…
Jis ke liye udaas hu, wo meri taqdeer me nahi…

Ab to aadat si ho gayi hai tanha raaton ki,
Ab koi khwaab meri neend ki jaageer me nahi…

Kabhi kabhi dil karta hai qismat se ek sawaal karu,
Aakhir kya kami thi mujh me…
Jo wo lakeer mere haath me nahi…

Maqta

“Zulfikar” ab kis baat ki shikayat kare khuda se,
Mohabbat to mili…
Magar wo mohabbat meri taqdeer me nahi…

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English Version:

The Line That Was Never Written In My Hands:

A Request is:

I wish to see the hands that held your fate,
The palms where your love chose to remain…
What kind of line was written there,
That never reached my hands again…

I prayed for you through sleepless nights,
Through every silent tear I cried,
But maybe your name was never meant
To walk beside me through this life…

You were the light of all my days,
The calm within my restless skies,
Now even your memory feels distant,
Like fading stars in empty nights…

I built a world from shattered hopes,
And called your love my only home,
But every road I walked for you
Still left my soul to walk alone…

There was a time your gentle laugh
Could breathe new life into my chest,
Now every smile I force to wear
Feels like sorrow dressed as rest…

I loved you more than words could hold,
More than prayers ever could explain,
Yet my devotion touched your door
Without a chance to enter in…

Since you left, silence has grown,
Like winter living in my veins,
And every corner of my heart
Still softly whispers out your name…

I speak to photographs at night,
As if they still could answer me,
Pretending memories are enough
To heal a love that couldn’t be…

Sometimes I dream you’ll come again,
And every wound will disappear,
Then fate arrives with bitter truth:
“You were never written here…”

People ask me why my eyes
Carry storms they cannot hide,
How do I tell this broken world
The one I loved was never mine…

Now loneliness has learned my voice,
And darkness knows my every prayer,
For even sleep refuses dreams
When your absence lingers there…

And if one day I question fate,
It’s only this I ask above:
“What flaw was written in my soul
That kept me from the one I love?”

Final Verse

“Zulfikar” no longer blames the stars,
Nor curses destiny divine…
For love was placed within his heart…
Just not the heart he wished was his…