“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…

“Mohabbat jab adhuri reh jaaye,
toh insaan baaton se nahi… tasveeron se jeene lagta hai…”

“When love remains unfinished,
people stop living through conversations… and start surviving through photographs…”

– Zulfikar Inamdar

“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…”

“Mohabbat ki sabse khamosh takleef ye hoti hai…
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.”

– Zulfikar Inamdar

“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…

“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… 💔

“Ghairon se bachne ki hamesha tayyari thi humein,
Par apno ke waar ne be-asra kar diya…”

“I was always prepared for strangers,
But betrayal from my own blood destroyed me…”

– Zulfikar Inamdar

“Apno Ka Zeher”:

Arz kiya hai ke:

Ye jo dushman mere jaan ke hai,
In me saare mere khandaan aur mere pehchaan ke hai…
Jo kabhi mere saath baith kar hasa karte the,
Aaj wahi meri barbaadi ke armaan ke hai…

Maine toh har rishta dil se nibhaya tha,
Har apne ko Rab ki rehmat samjha tha…
Kisko khabar thi iss safar-e-zindagi me,
Sabse bada dard apno ne dena tha…

Kuch chehre roshni jaise lagte rahe,
Magar andar se andheron ki dukaan nikle…
Jinhe apni duaon me maanga tha maine,
Wahi meri badduaon ka samaan nikle…

Ye jo dushman mere jaan ke hai,
In me saare mere pehchaan ke hai…
Kisi ne hasad me zeher ghola,
Kisi ne mohabbat ka naam lekar toda…

Kisi ne kandhe par haath rakha,
Aur peeche se meri kamar tod di…
Kisi ne “apna” keh kar gale lagaya,
Phir meri hi rooh ko tanha chhod di…

Bohot ajeeb hota hai woh lamha bhi,
Jab insaan sachchai samajhne lagta hai…
Har muskurata chehra wafadaar nahi hota,
Ye dil dheere dheere samajhne lagta hai…

Mai chup raha toh kamzor samjha gaya,
Mai toot gaya toh mazaak banaya gaya…
Jin logon ke liye khud ko mita diya maine,
Unhi ke haathon baar baar rulaya gaya…

Ab toh har rishta dara deta hai mujhe,
Har mohabbat me fareb nazar aata hai…
Log chehre pe chehra laga kar milte hai,
Kaun apna hai samajh nahi aata hai…

Maine apni zindagi ki kitaab khol kar rakhi,
Logon ne har safhe ko hawa bana diya…
Mere jazbaat mere raaz mere ehsaas,
Sabko mehfil ka qissa bana diya…

Aaj tanha hoon toh gham nahi mujhe,
Kam se kam dhoke ka darr toh nahi…
Akele chalne ki aadat si ho gayi hai,
Ab kisi ke badalne ka darr toh nahi…

Ye jo dushman mere jaan ke hai,
In me saare mere khandaan aur mere pehchaan ke hai…
Aur sabse bada sitam toh ye hai ke,
Chehre sab apne hai… par dil anjaan ke hai…

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English Version:

“Poison from My Own”:

A request is:

Those who now stand against my soul,
Are all people I once called my own…
The same ones who laughed beside me,
Now wait silently to see me broken and alone…

I carried every relationship with sincerity,
Believing every loved one was a blessing from God…
Little did I know that in this journey of life,
The deepest wounds would come from my own blood…

Some faces looked brighter than light,
Yet carried darkness hidden deep inside…
The people I once prayed for with love,
Became the reason my soul slowly died…

Someone placed a hand on my shoulder,
While quietly stabbing my back in silence…
Someone hugged me calling me “family,”
Then abandoned my heart to loneliness and violence…

Now every relationship frightens me,
Every smile feels covered in disguise…
People wear masks upon their faces,
And truth disappears behind their lies…

Today I walk alone without complaint,
At least betrayal no longer follows me there…
Because the cruelest pain in this world is when,
Your enemies are the people for whom you once cared… 🌹