“Zehar se bachna aasaan tha… mushkil to khushbu se bachna nikla.”

“Poison was easy to survive… it was the fragrance that broke me.”

– Zulfikar Inamdar

“Khushbu Se Qatl”:

Arz kiya hai ke…

Maine bohot se aastin ke saapon ko sahaa hai,
Har zehar ko muskurakar pee jaana meri aadat raha hai…

Jinhone dushmani khuli aankhon se nibhayi, unse kabhi shikwa na hua,
Jo apne ban kar mile, unse har baar dil toda gaya hai…

Main har zakham ko chup chaap sajata raha seene mein,
Log samajhte rahe ke main be-dard ho gaya hoon…

Raat ki tanhaiyon mein cheekhta raha khud se,
Subah har dafa naya chehra pehen leta raha hoon…

Mujhe giraane ki koshish mein duniya lagi rahi,
Aur main har dafa khud ko sambhalta raha hoon…

Na kisi ki nafrat ne mujhe itna toda,
Na kisi ke zehar ne mujhe itna jalaya…

Magar ek narm si muskurahat, ek halka sa ehsaas,
Mujhe andar hi andar se mita gaya…

Woh jise apna samjha, wohi meri kamzori ban gaya,
Jise sukoon samjha tha, wohi meri bechaini ka sabab ban gaya…

Na teer laga, na talwar chali, na jung ka shor hua,
Phir bhi meri rooh ka qatl khamoshi se ho gaya…

Ek gulaab ki khushbu ne halaak kar diya mujhe,
Warna main to har zehar se bach kar nikal aaya tha…

Ab na kisi dushman ka darr hai, na kisi dhokhe ka gham,
Ab to bas apni yaadon ka bojh uthata hoon main…

Jo mehfil kabhi meri awaaz se roshan hoti thi,
Aaj usi mehfil mein khud se hi chup jaata hoon main…

Kuch rishton ki haqeeqat itni der se samajh aati hai,
Jab tak samajh aata hai… insaan toot chuka hota hai…

Ek khushbu ka qatl ajeeb hota hai,
Na khoon girta hai, na nishaan bachta hai…

Bas ek insaan dheere dheere khud se door hota hai,
Aur duniya ke beech reh kar bhi tanha ho jaata hai…

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English Version:

“Killed by Fragrance”:

A request is….

I have endured countless hidden snakes,
Smiling, I made peace with every poison…

Open enemies never hurt me this deep,
It was those who came as my own who broke me…

I kept decorating my wounds in silence,
While the world believed I had become numb…

In lonely nights, I screamed within myself,
Yet every morning, I wore a new face…

The world kept trying to bring me down,
And I kept learning how to stand again…

No hatred ever shattered me like this,
No poison ever burned me this way…

But a soft smile… a gentle feeling,
Destroyed me from within…

The one I trusted became my weakness,
The peace I sought became my unrest…

No arrow struck, no sword was raised,
Yet my soul was quietly murdered…

The fragrance of a rose killed me,
While I had survived every poison before…

Now I fear neither enemies nor betrayal,
Only the weight of my own memories…

The gathering once lit by my voice,
Now feels like a place I hide from myself…

Some truths in relationships come too late,
And by then… a person is already broken…

A death by fragrance is strange and silent,
No blood, no visible scars…

Just a slow drift away from oneself,
Until you’re alone… even in a crowd…

“Kabhi kabhi rooh sirf sukoon nahi maangti…
woh toot kar bas thehar jaana chahti hai.”

“Sometimes the soul doesn’t ask for peace…
it just wants to stop, completely, and finally rest.”

– Zulfikar Inamdar

“Gehra Aaraam”:

Arz kiya hai ke…

Mai zindagi ke jaddojahad se thak chuka hoon,
Har ek bojh ko khud par utha chuka hoon…

Har roz ek nayi jung thi mere andar kahin,
Main khud hi se lad kar khud ko hara chuka hoon…

Na raaste ne saath diya, na manzil ne pukara,
Main be-nishaan safar mein khud ko ghuma chuka hoon…

Jo muskurahat thi kabhi chehre ki pehchaan,
Usey dard ke saaye mein chupa chuka hoon…

Ab na koi shor hai, na khwahish ka silsila,
Main apne hi andar sab kuch mita chuka hoon…

Ab sukoon chahta hoon… yaa gehra aaraam ataa kar,
Ae mere Rab… main sab kuch to nibhaa chuka hoon…

Na sochon ka bojh ho, na yaadon ki bheed,
Main har ek ehsaas se khud ko chhuda chuka hoon…

Kab tak sambhalta main iss bikharte hue dil ko,
Main har tukde ko baar baar jod chuka hoon…

Ab bas ek lambi khamoshi ka ehsaan kar de,
Main lafzon ke samundar mein doob chuka hoon…

Yaa Rab… agar rehmat ka koi dariya baaqi ho,
Toh is thaki hui rooh ko apne paas bulaa kar,
Mujhe khud se hi riha kar…
Mujhe gehra aaraam ataa kar…

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English Version:

“Deep Rest”:

A request is…

I am tired of life’s endless struggle now,
I’ve carried every burden I knew how…

Each day was a silent war within my chest,
Fighting myself, I’ve lost more than the rest…

No road stayed loyal, no destination called,
In this nameless journey, I’ve endlessly stalled…

The smile that once defined my face and name,
I’ve hidden it deep beneath shadows of pain…

No noise remains, no desires left to claim,
Inside myself, I’ve erased even my name…

Now I seek peace… or grant me a deeper rest,
O my Lord… I have endured, I’ve done my best…

No weight of thoughts, no crowd of memories near,
I’ve let go of feelings I once held dear…

How long could I hold this breaking heart tight?
I’ve mended its pieces, again and again, every night…

Now bless me with silence, vast and profound,
I’ve drowned in words where no shore can be found…

O Lord… if mercy still flows somewhere above,
Then pull this tired soul closer with love…
Free me from myself… set my spirit apart…
And grant me, at last…
a deep, eternal rest… in my heart.

“Kabhi kabhi insaan duniya se nahi…
Bas khud se hi alvida keh deta hai.”

“Sometimes, the hardest goodbye is not to the world…
but to the person you once were.”

– Zulfikar Inamdar

“Khud Se Rukhsat”:

Arz kiya hai ke…

Rukhsat toh dulhano ko kiya jata hai kehte hain log,
Magar aaj khud se juda hone ka waqt aa gaya…
Na doli, na shehnai, na koi rasam ka shor,
Bas dil ke ek kone mein sannata sa chaa gaya…

Main khud hi apna mehmaan tha iss jism ke ghar mein,
Aaj mehfil bhi meri hai aur main hi uth kar chala gaya…
Kisiko khabar bhi na hui mere tootne ki aahaton ki,
Main chupke se apne hi saaye se door jaa gaya…

Kabhi jo hans kar jeeta tha khwabon ki roshni mein,
Aaj wahi khwab andheron ka libaas pehen gaya…
Jo baatein dil mein thi kabhi, alfaaz ban na saki,
Wahi khamosh dard aaj meri zubaan ban gaya…

Na koi sawal poocha, na kisi ne rokne ki koshish ki,
Jaise mera hona hi kisi afsane sa reh gaya…
Main khud ko dhoondta raha iss bheed bhari duniya mein,
Aur aakhir khud hi apne aap se kho gaya…

Ye rukhsat bhi ajeeb hai, na aansu na koi gale milna,
Bas ek thandi si saans aur sab kuch peeche reh gaya…
Falak bhi hairaan hoga meri iss khamosh rawangi par,
Ek insaan aaya tha… aur khud se hi guzar gaya…

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English Version:

“Farewell to Myself”

A request is…

They say farewells are meant for brides,
Yet today, I part ways with myself…
No procession, no music, no sacred rites,
Just a silence settling deep within…

I was a guest in the house of my own being,
Tonight, the host and the leaving soul are one…
No one heard the echoes of my breaking,
I quietly slipped away from my own shadow…

Once, I lived smiling in the light of dreams,
Now those dreams are draped in darkness…
Words that once trembled inside my heart,
Have turned into a voiceless pain that speaks…

No questions asked, no hands reached out,
As if my existence was just a passing tale…
I kept searching for myself in crowded worlds,
Only to lose myself within my own maze…

This farewell is strange—no tears, no embraces,
Just a cold breath… and everything left behind…
Even the sky must wonder at this silent departure,
A man arrived… and quietly passed through himself…

“Main apni hi sochon ka qaid ho gaya hoon,
Har din khud se ladte ladte thak gaya hoon…
Magar dil ke kisi chup kone mein,
Ab bhi ek awaaz aati hai —
‘Tu toot gaya hai… lekin khatam nahi hua.’”

“I became a prisoner of my own thoughts,
Fighting myself every single day until I was exhausted…
Yet somewhere deep within my silence,
a voice still whispers —
‘You are broken… but you are not finished.’”

– Zulfikar Inamdar

“Khud Se Jang”:

Arz kiya hai ke…

Mujhe nafrat ho gayi hai khud se,
Khud ko bekaar kar liya maine…
Zehni sochon se ladte ladte,
Khud ko bimaar kar liya maine…

Main apni hi sochon ke daldal mein,
Roz thoda thoda utarta gaya…
Har ek khayal ne dheere dheere,
Mujhe andar se hi marta gaya…

Har subah bojh si lagti hai,
Har raat qarzdaar si hoti hai…
Main jeena chahta hoon lekin,
Zindagi inkaar si hoti hai…

Aaina dekhu to lagta hai,
Ye chehra mera nahi raha…
Jo kabhi roshan tha andar se,
Wo insaan kahin kho gaya…

Na shikwa kisi se baqi hai,
Na kisi se koi gila raha…
Bas apne hi khamosh dard ka,
Main khud hi silsila raha…

Log kehte hain sab theek hoga,
Par dil ko tasalli hoti nahi…
Har ek umeed ke tukde ko,
Main jodta hoon, wo jodti nahi…

Kabhi sajdon mein sukoon milta tha,
Ab dua bhi bojh si lagti hai…
Phir bhi toot kar har raat main,
Rab ko pukarta rehta hoon chup si…

Kisi ne samjha nahi dard mera,
Kisi ne mehsoos kiya nahi…
Is bheed bhari duniya ke andar,
Maine khud ko jiya nahi…

Main khud se bhaagna chahta tha,
Magar kahan tak bhaag pata…
Har raasta ghoom ke phir se,
Mujhe mere paas hi le aata…

Main ne sab ko maaf kar diya,
Bas khud ko maaf kar na saka…
Sab zakhmon ko bharne diya,
Par apna zakham bhar na saka…

Kabhi lagta hai main kho gaya hoon,
Kabhi lagta hai main hoon hi nahi…
Jaise saans to chal rahi hai,
Par zindagi kahin bhi nahi…

Magar kahin dil ke kone mein,
Ek halki si roshni baqi hai…
Jo kehti hai “abhi khatam nahi”,
Bas itni si zindagi baqi hai…

Gir kar bhi uthne ki aadat hai,
Yeh dard bhi kya kamaal karta hai…
Khud se haar kar bhi ai Zulfikar,
Dil jeene ka sawaal karta hai…

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English Version:

“War Within Myself”:

A Request is…

I have grown to resent myself,
I turned my own worth into nothingness…
Fighting the chaos inside my mind,
I slowly made myself a sickness…

Into the swamp of my own thoughts,
I kept sinking a little each day…
Every single thought, piece by piece,
Was quietly taking my life away…

Every morning feels like a burden,
Every night feels painfully owed…
I want to live, I truly do…
But life keeps telling me “no”…

When I look into the mirror now,
This face no longer feels like mine…
The man who once lived within me,
Has been lost somewhere in time…

No complaints against anyone remain,
No grudges left to confess…
Just an endless chain of silent pain,
That I carry in loneliness…

People say “everything will be fine,”
But my heart finds no relief…
Every broken piece of hope I try to fix,
Falls apart in silent grief…

Once I found peace in prostration,
Now even prayers feel heavy and cold…
Yet every night, shattered and weak,
I still call upon my Lord…

No one ever understood my pain,
No one truly saw inside…
In a world so full of people,
I forgot how it feels to be alive…

I tried to run away from myself,
But how far could I really go…
Every road I chose eventually,
Brought me back to the same shadow…

I forgave everyone in my life,
But myself—I couldn’t release…
I let every wound slowly heal,
Except mine… which never found peace…

Sometimes I feel like I’m lost,
Sometimes I feel I don’t exist…
As if I’m breathing without a soul,
As if life itself has been dismissed…

And yet… somewhere deep inside,
A faint little light still remains…
It whispers softly, “not the end,”
Through all the darkness and pain…

I have learned to rise after every fall,
Even pain has its own strange art…
Even after losing to myself,
My heart still chooses to restart…

“Kabhi kabhi zindagi itni khamosh ho jaati hai…
ke insaan bolna nahi chhodta,
bas kisi ke sunne ki umeed chhod deta hai.” ❤️

“Sometimes the deepest pain is not loud… it is the silence of a heart that has given up asking for anything.”❤️

– Zulfikar Inamdar

“Aakhri Thakan”:

Arz kiya hai ke….

Mai thak gaya hu…
sach kahu to ab andar se bilkul thak gaya hu…
na jism me taqat baaqi hai,
na rooh me woh pehli si roshni…

Roz ek naya din uthta hai,
magar mere andar raat hi rehti hai…
log kehte hain “sab theek ho jayega”,
magar mere dil ko ab koi tasalli nahi rehti hai…

Apne haathon se roti banata hu,
aur khud hi chup chaap kha leta hu…
na koi “aur lo” kehne wala,
na koi “thoda aur baitho” kehne wala…

Ghar hai… deewarein hain…
magar usme “ghar” jaisa kuch nahi…
awaazein hain, saansen hain,
magar zindagi jaisa kuch nahi…

Dost hain, rishtedaar hain sab,
magar rishton mein woh baat nahi…
sab apni apni duniya mein masroof hain,
aur meri duniya mein ab koi saath nahi…

Maine duniya ke liye kitna kuch chhoda,
kitni khushiyan dafan kar di…
magar aaj jab khud ko dekhta hu,
to lagta hai maine apni hi zindagi kho di…

Raat ko jab neend nahi aati,
to sochta hu — galti kahan hui?
Kya itna bura tha mai,
ya meri kismat hi mujhse rooth gayi…

Kabhi kabhi dil karta hai zor se ro lu,
itna ke saansein bhi toot jayein…
magar aansu bhi ab saath nahi dete,
jaise woh bhi mujhse rooth gaye hain…

Ya Allah… bas ab aur nahi hota,
yeh bojh ab uthaya nahi jaata…
agar yeh imtihaan hai, to reham kar,
ab aur sabr kiya nahi jaata…

Mujhe wapas woh sukoon de de,
jo kabhi mere dil mein rehta tha…
ya phir itni himmat de de,
ke main is tanhaai ko apna leta…

Mai thak gaya hu…
sach kahu to ab bas thak gaya hu…
agar zindagi yahi hai,
to ya Allah… mujhe apne paas bula le tu…

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English Version:

“The Final Exhaustion”:

A request is:

I am tired…
not just physically, but deep within my soul…
there’s no strength left in my body,
no light left in my spirit…

Each day rises like a new beginning,
but inside me, it’s always night…
people say “everything will be okay,”
but my heart no longer believes their light…

I cook with my own hands,
and eat in silence, all alone…
no one to say “have some more,”
no one to say “stay a little longer at home…”

There are walls… there is a house…
but nothing feels like a home…
there is breath, there is life…
but inside, I endlessly roam…

I had people… I had relations…
but something got lost along the way…
everyone is busy in their own world,
and in mine… no one chose to stay…

I sacrificed so much for this world,
buried my own happiness deep…
and now when I look at myself,
it feels like I’ve lost everything I was meant to keep…

At night, when sleep escapes me,
I ask — where did I go wrong?
Was I truly that unworthy…
or was I never meant to belong…

Sometimes I wish to cry out loud,
until my breath starts to break…
but even my tears have abandoned me,
as if they too couldn’t stay…

Oh Allah… I can’t carry this anymore,
this weight is too heavy to bear…
if this is a test, then have mercy…
because patience is no longer there…

Give me back the peace I once had,
or give me strength to accept this pain…
because I am tired… so deeply tired… of living this life in vain…

Maa chali jaaye toh zindagi chalti rehti hai… par dil kabhi aage nahi badhta.

After a mother is gone… life continues, but the heart never finds its way home again.

-Zulfikar Inamdar

Maa ke Baad Reh Gaya Sirf Khamoshi ka Ghar:

Arz kiya hai ke…

Maa ke bina ghar mein rakhi hui koi cheez nahi milti…
Jaise har cheez ne apna raasta uske saath hi chhod diya ho…
Almari kholun toh kapde mil jaate hain,
Par unmein se woh khushboo nahi milti… jo maa ke haath se aati thi…

Kabhi jo bina pooche sab kuch mil jaata tha,
Aaj har chhoti si cheez ke liye ghar chhaan maar deta hoon…
Magar na cheez milti hai… na sukoon…
Sirf thakan milti hai… aur aankhon mein nami reh jaati hai…

Woh awaaz…
Jo har dafa kehti thi —
“Yahan rakha hai beta, dekh zara…”
Aaj woh awaaz sirf yaadon mein aati hai…
Aur main us awaaz ko pakadne ki koshish karta hoon…
Jaise koi toot ta sitara haath mein samet raha ho…

Ghar ka har kona aaj bhi waise hi hai…
Deewarein bhi wahi hain… darwaaze bhi wahi hain…
Magar phir bhi lagta hai ke sab kuch badal gaya hai…
Jaise ghar ne apni rooh kho di ho…

Rasoi mein jaata hoon toh bartan chup hain…
Chulha thanda hai…
Aur main sochta hoon…
Woh haath kahan gaye jo roti ke saath dua bhi sekte the…
Ab khaana sirf zinda rakhta hai…
Jeene ka ehsaas nahi deta…

Kabhi thak kar ghar aata tha…
Toh maa ke ek “aa gaya beta?” mein
Saari thakan utar jaati thi…
Aaj poora din beet jaata hai…
Koi poochne wala nahi hota…
Aur thakan sirf jism mein nahi… rooh mein bas jaati hai…

Aur hum…
Hum kitne nadan the na…
Sochte the sukoon paison mein hai…
Safalta mein hai… duniya ki taareef mein hai…
Magar ab samajh aaya…
Sukoon toh us waqt tha jab maa ke paas baith jaate the…
Bina kuch kahe… bina kuch maange…
Sirf uski maujoodgi hi kaafi hoti thi…

Aaj jab dard had se badh jaata hai…
Toh bas ek hi naam zubaan par aata hai — “Maa…”
Magar jawab mein sirf khamoshi milti hai…
Aur woh khamoshi itni tez hoti hai…
Ke dil ke andar tak cheer deti hai…

Raat ke andhere mein jab sab so jaate hain…
Main aksar uth kar baith jaata hoon…
Aur sochta hoon…
Kya sach mein woh chali gayi…?
Ya bas kisi kone mein chup kar mujhe dekh rahi hai…

Phir yaad aata hai…
Qabr ki mitti thandi hoti hai…
Aur us mitti ke neeche meri poori duniya so rahi hai…

Maa chali jaaye toh samajh aata hai…
Ke zindagi kitni tanha ho sakti hai…
Logon ke beech reh kar bhi insaan kitna akela ho sakta hai…

Ab ghar aata hoon toh darwaza khud hi kholta hoon…
Aur andar aake mehsoos hota hai…
Jaise main kisi aur ke ghar mein aa gaya hoon…
Apna hi ghar… ajnabi lagne lagta hai…

Aur sabse zyada dard tab hota hai…
Jab khushi ka koi pal aata hai…
Aur dil kehta hai — “Maa ko batata hoon…”
Phir yaad aata hai…
Batane ke liye ab koi maa nahi hai…

Bas yahi sach hai…
Maa ke jaane ke baad…
Insaan jeeta toh hai…
Magar poora kabhi nahi rehta…

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English Version:

After Mother, Only Silence Remains:

A request is:….

Nothing in the house can be found anymore…
As if every object forgot its place the day she left.

The cupboard still holds the same clothes,
But her warmth… her scent… is gone forever.

Once, I never had to search for anything,
She was my answer before I even had a question.
Now I walk from room to room,
Holding emptiness in my hands… and heaviness in my chest.

Her voice…
That gentle, loving call —
“It’s right here, son…”
Now echoes only inside my memories,
And every echo breaks something inside me… quietly.

The house is still standing…
The walls haven’t moved, the doors are the same,
But the soul of this place has disappeared.

I step into the kitchen sometimes…
Everything is there — utensils, stove, food…
But the hands that mixed love into every meal… are gone.
Now food fills my stomach…
But leaves my soul starving.

There was a time…
When one simple question from her —
“Have you eaten?”
Could heal an entire day of pain.

Now days pass…
No one asks, no one notices…
And the tiredness doesn’t stay in the body anymore…
It sinks deep into the soul.

And we…
We are such foolish people…
Searching for peace in money, in people, in the noise of the world…
Not realizing…
Peace once lived quietly in her prayers…
In her presence… in her dua.

Sometimes the pain becomes unbearable…
And without thinking, my lips whisper — “Maa…”
But the silence that answers back…
Feels louder than any scream I’ve ever heard.

At night, when the world falls asleep…
I sit alone and wonder…
Is she really gone?
Or is she somewhere close… watching me break…

Then reality hits like a storm…
The cold soil of her grave holds my entire world now…

When a mother leaves…
It’s not just a person who goes away…
It’s an entire universe that collapses silently.

Now I return home…
Open the door myself…
And step into a place that once was mine…
But now feels like a stranger’s house.

And the deepest pain…
Is when something good happens…
And your first instinct is — “I should tell my mother…”
But then it hits you…
There is no one left to tell.

This is the truth…
After a mother is gone…
You don’t stop living…
But you never truly feel alive again.

“Kabhi kabhi intezaar hi mohabbat ka aakhri hissa hota hai,
aur mulaqat sirf ek khwaab ban kar reh jaati hai…”

“Sometimes, waiting is the only part of love we ever get,
and the meeting we dream of… was never meant for us.”

– Zulfikar Inamdar

“Beqadar Nazar – Intezaar Ka Aakhri Mod”:

Arz kiya hai ke…

Uske aane ka intezaar, aankhen bichhaye main beinteha karta raha,
Har guzarte lamhe ko uske qadmon ki aahat samajhta raha…

Din dhalta raha, raat gehri hoti rahi,
Par main har andhere mein bhi uski roshni dhoondta raha…

Kabhi hawaon se uska naam poocha,
Kabhi khamosh deewaron se uska zikr kiya,
Main apni hi tanhaayi ko uski mehfil samajh kar jeeta raha…

Har mod pe laga ke shayad ab wo nazar aa jaaye,
Har chehre mein uski jhalak dhoondta raha…

Aur jab thak kar rukne laga,
Dil ne phir kaha — “thoda aur sabr kar…”
Aur main phir se wahi intezaar ka diya jalata raha…

Phir ek din… wo saamne thi,
Bilkul waise hi jaise meri duaon ne tasveer banayi thi,
Waqt ruk gaya, saansein tham gayi,
Aur meri duniya us ek lamhe mein simat gayi…

Dil ne chaaha ke uska naam le loon,
Us pal ko apni zindagi bana loon,
Magar kismat ne phir ek khamosh sa mazaak kar diya…

Wo guzri… bilkul kareeb se guzri,
Magar uski nazar ne mujhe chhua tak nahi…

Jaise main hawa tha… ya ek anjaan sa saya,
Jo sirf dekh sakta hai… par mehsoos nahi hota…

Us ek lamhe ne sab kuch sikha diya,
Ke har intezaar ka sila mohabbat nahi hota…

Jo hum dil se chaahte hain,
Zaroori nahi ke wo humein pehchaane bhi…

Main wahan khada raha… der tak,
Uske jaane ke baad bhi us raaste ko dekhta raha,
Jaise waqt wapas mud kar mujhe ek aur mauka de de…

Magar kuch kahaniyaan wapas nahi aati,
Bas yaadon mein bas jaati hain…

Ab main intezaar nahi karta,
Par phir bhi har guzarta hua chehra ek sawaal ban kar rehta hai,
Ke kya kabhi wo pal bhi aayega…
Jab koi mujhe dekh kar ruk jaaye…?

Aur main… aaj bhi wahi hoon,
Bas thoda sa toot kar, thoda sa samajh kar,
apni khamosh mohabbat ka janaza uthata raha…

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English Version:

“The Unreturned Glance – A Silent Ending”:

A Request is…

I waited for her, endlessly…
With my eyes laid down like a path she could walk upon,
Turning every passing moment into the illusion of her arrival…

Days faded into nights,
And nights into deeper silences,
Yet I kept searching for her light in every shadow…

I asked the wind about her,
Spoke to empty walls as if they knew her name,
And lived my loneliness like it was her presence…

At every turn, I thought — maybe now,
Maybe this time she will appear,
And even when I grew tired,
My heart whispered… “wait a little more…”

Then one day… she was there,
Exactly as my prayers had imagined her,
Time froze,
And my entire world fit into that single moment…

I wanted to call her name,
To turn that second into a lifetime,
But fate… had other plans…

She passed by,
So close… yet so far,
And her eyes never once found mine…

As if I were nothing more than air,
Or a shadow that exists… but is never felt…

That moment taught me everything,
Not every wait ends in love,
Not every longing is returned…

I stood there long after she was gone,
Still looking at the road she left behind,
As if time might turn back…

But some stories don’t return,
They just settle quietly into memories…

And now I no longer wait,
Yet every passing face still carries a question…
Will there ever be a moment,
Where someone stops… just to look at me?

And I… I’m still here,
A little more broken, a little more aware,
Carrying the silent funeral of a love… that was never seen…

“Insaan tab tak bechain rehta hai, jab tak woh logon par bharosa karta hai…
Sukoon tab milta hai, jab woh sirf Rab par tawakkul karta hai.”

“A heart remains restless while it depends on people…
Peace begins the moment it relies only on God.”

– Zulfikar Inamdar

“Bas Tu Hi Kaafi Hai”

Arz kiya hai ke…

Na kar mohtaj kisika bhi iss zamane mein,
Kya kami hai Yaa Rab tere khazaane mein…

Yeh jo logon ke dar pe jhukne ki aadat hai na,
Yeh rooh ko thaka deti hai, izzat ko mita deti hai…
Aur phir ek din insaan khud se hi sharminda ho jaata hai,
Apni hi nazron mein gir jaata hai…

Par jab tujhse rabta jod leta hai banda,
Toh uski gardan jhukti nahi… sirf sajdon mein girti hai…
Aur sajda bhi aisa ke har dard pighal jaaye,
Har bojh halka ho jaaye, har andhera dhal jaaye…

Teri rehmat ka hisaab kaun kare Yaa Rab,
Tu deta hai toh andaaz bhi badshahon jaisa deta hai…
Kabhi sukoon ki shakal mein, kabhi sabr ke roop mein,
Kabhi aansuon ke zariye bhi rehmat barsa deta hai…

Log samajhte hain ke sab kuch paana hi kamyaabi hai,
Magar asal jeet toh tab hai,
Jab banda tujhe paa le… aur phir kuch bhi na maange…

Yeh duniya… yeh log… yeh rishte…
Sab waqt ke saath badalne wale qisse hain,
Aaj jo saath hain kal shayad yaad bhi na karein,
Aur jo vaade hain, woh aksar hawa ho jaate hain…

Magar tu…
Tu kabhi nahi badalta…
Na tera pyaar kam hota hai, na teri rehmat rukti hai…

Jab sab darwaze band ho jaate hain,
Tab bhi tera ek dar khula rehta hai…
Aur woh dar bhi aisa ke jahan se koi khaali nahi lautta…

Ae mere Rab…
Agar tu saath hai na, toh phir tanhaayi bhi ibadat lagti hai,
Aur agar tu door ho jaaye,
Toh mehfilon mein bhi dil veeraan rehta hai…

Mujhe na de kisi ka mohtaj banne ka imtihaan,
Mujhe sirf tera rehne de… tera banne de…
Mujhe itna de ke main tera shukar ada kar saku,
Aur itna na de ke main tujhe bhool jaaun…

Na kar mohtaj kisika bhi iss zamane mein,
Kya kami hai Yaa Rab tere khazaane mein…

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✨ English Version

“You Alone Are Enough”

A request is…

Do not make me dependent on anyone in this world,
What is lacking, O Lord, in Your treasures…

This habit of bowing before people,
It exhausts the soul and steals away dignity…
Until one day, a person feels ashamed of himself,
Falling in his own eyes…

But when a heart connects only with You,
It never bows to anyone else… only falls in prostration…
And in that surrender, every pain melts,
Every burden lightens, every darkness fades…

Who can measure Your mercy, my Lord?
When You give, You give like a king…
Sometimes in the form of peace, sometimes through patience,
And sometimes even tears become Your hidden blessings…

People think success is having everything,
But true victory is this—
To find You… and then desire nothing more…

This world, these people, these relationships,
Are all stories that fade with time…
Those who stand beside you today may forget you tomorrow,
And promises often dissolve into air…

But You…
You never change…
Your love never decreases, Your mercy never stops…

When every door closes,
Yours always remains open…
And no one ever returns empty from it…

O my Lord…
If You are with me, even loneliness feels like worship,
And if You are distant,
Even crowds feel empty and cold…

Do not test me with dependence on others,
Keep me Yours… let me belong only to You…
Give me enough to remain grateful,
But not so much that I forget You…

“Insaan jab had se zyada toot jaata hai, tab woh awaaz nahi deta… sirf Allah ko pukarta hai.”

“When a person breaks beyond limits, they don’t cry out loud… they whisper only to God.”

– Zulfikar Inamdar

“Bikharne Se Pehle”:

Arz kiya hai ke…

Mai apni hi zindagi se thakne laga hu ai mere pyaare Allah,
har saans bojh si lagti hai, har din katne laga hu ai mere pyaare Allah…

Na jaane kis mod pe khud ko peeche chhod aaya hu,
ab aaine mein bhi apna chehra ajnabi lagne laga hu ai mere pyaare Allah…

Raat bhar jagta hu yaadon ke bojh tale chup chaap,
aur subah uth kar phir se jeene ka natak karne laga hu ai mere pyaare Allah…

Log kehte hain ke muskurahat sab theek kar deti hai,
mai muskurakar bhi andar se bikharne laga hu ai mere pyaare Allah…

Kabhi jo dil tha, ab sirf ek khamosh sehra reh gaya hai,
jahan har khwaab ret ban kar fisalne laga hu ai mere pyaare Allah…

Na koi shikwa hai, na kisi se gila raha ab,
mai bas khud se hi haar kar chup rehne laga hu ai mere pyaare Allah…

Kabhi socha tha zindagi ek rehmat hogi tere naam ki,
par ab har mod pe bas imtehaan sa lagne laga hu ai mere pyaare Allah…

Mujhe apni rehmat ke aagosh me le le, mere Maula,
bikhar jaane se pehle pehle, mai khud se bhi door hone laga hu ai mere pyaare Allah…

Teri rehmat ka ek qatra bhi mil jaaye agar,
toh shayad phir se jeene ka hausla milne laga hu ai mere pyaare Allah…

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English Version:

“Before I Fall Apart”

A request is…

I am growing tired of my own life, O my beloved Allah,
every breath feels heavy, every day feels harder to survive…

Somewhere along the way, I lost myself,
even my own reflection now feels like a stranger…

I stay awake at night, drowning in silent thoughts,
and wake up pretending I still know how to live…

They say a smile can fix everything,
but even while smiling, I am falling apart inside…

My heart, once alive, is now a silent desert,
where every dream slips away like grains of sand…

I have no complaints left, no strength to argue,
I have quietly surrendered to my own broken self…

I once believed life was a blessing in Your name,
but now it feels like a test at every step…

Hold me in the embrace of Your mercy, my Lord,
before I fall apart completely… before I lose myself…

If even a drop of Your mercy reaches me,
perhaps I will find the strength to live again…

“Har dard ka ek waqt hota hai…
aur phir ek din wohi dard sukoon ban jaata hai.”

“Every pain has its time…
and one day, that same pain turns into peace.”

– Zulfikar Inamdar

Title: “Aakhri Sukoon” (Final Part – 4)

Arz kiya hai…ke…

Ab na shikayat hai, na koi gila baaqi hai,
Jo tha dil mein kabhi, woh sab hawa ho chuka hai…

Woh chehra jo kabhi meri raaton ka sabab tha,
Ab yaadon mein hai… magar asar kam ho chuka hai…

Main ne chhod diya hai ab sawalon ka silsila,
Har jawab khamoshi mein mil chuka hai…

Na usey paane ki zid, na usey khone ka darr,
Dil ab har ehsaas se azaad ho chuka hai…

Kabhi jo dard tha, ab ek kahaani ban gaya hai,
Jo sunta hoon to bas halka sa muskura deta hoon…

Waqt ne sikhaya hai ajeeb sa sabr mujhe,
Ab har zakhm dheere dheere bhar chuka hai…

Na raat ab bojh lagti hai, na tanhaayi saza,
Har andhera apne saath ek sukoon laata hai…

Main ne maan liya hai ke kuch rishton ka anjaam nahi hota,
Woh bas dil mein rehte hain… magar kismat mein nahi hote…

Aur aakhir mein yeh samajh aaya hai mujhe,
Ke mohabbat ka matlab paana nahi… bas mehsoos karna hai…

Ab main theek hoon… shayad poora nahi,
Magar itna zaroor hai — ke ab toot’ta nahi…

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English Version:

“The Final Peace” (Final Part – 4):

A Request is…

There are no complaints left now, no grievances remain,
Everything that once lived in my heart has quietly faded.

That face which once kept me awake at night,
Still lives in memory… but no longer holds the same power.

I’ve stopped asking questions now,
Because silence has already answered them all.

No longing to have you, no fear of losing you,
My heart has finally learned to let go.

What once felt like unbearable pain,
Has now become a story I can gently smile at.

Time has taught me a strange kind of patience,
Every wound has slowly found its way to healing.

Nights no longer feel heavy, nor loneliness like punishment,
Even darkness now carries a strange kind of peace.

I’ve accepted that some connections have no endings,
They stay in the heart… but never in destiny.

And in the end, I’ve understood this—
Love is not about possession… it’s about feeling.

I am okay now… maybe not complete,
But strong enough to no longer break.