“Kabhi kabhi yaadein bhi thak jaati hain…
magar dil phir bhi unhein chhodne ko tayyar nahi hota.”

“Sometimes even memories grow tired…
yet the heart still refuses to let them go.”

-Zulfikar Inamdar

“Bechain Raaton Ka Chehra – Part 3 (Jab Yaad Bhi Thak Jaaye)”

Arz kiya hai… ke…

Ab to yaadein bhi thak si gayi hain mujhe sataate sataate,
Magar dil hai ke phir bhi tujhe bhool nahi paata…

Raat ki khamoshi ab bojh si lagne lagi hai,
Jaise har sannata tera naam dohraata…

Main baitha rehta hoon andheron ke darmiyaan chup chaap,
Aur har soch ka rukh bas teri taraf hi jaata…

Ab aansu bhi samajhdaar ho gaye hain shayad,
Be-wajah meri aankhon se girna nahi chahte…

Dil ne bhi ajeeb sa sulook seekh liya hai,
Dard chhupa kar bhi muskurana nahi chhodta…

Tu tha to sab kuch tha, yeh baat ab samajh aayi,
Ab tu nahi hai… to kuch bhi poora nazar nahi aata…

Waqt ne kitni dafa samjhaya mujhe aage badhne ko,
Par har qadam pe tera ehsaas mujhe rok jaata…

Ab to khud se bhi baatein kam si ho gayi hain meri,
Jaise andar hi andar sab kuch khamosh ho jaata…

Yeh ishq bhi ab ek aadat sa ban chuka hai,
Chhodna chaahun bhi to chhuta nahi jaata…

Aur aakhir mein bas itna hi samajh aaya mujhe,
Kuch log mil kar bhi kabhi haasil nahi ho paate…

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English Version:

“The Face That Won’t Let Me Rest – Part 2”

Now even sleep seems distant from me,
As if it knows… you are the reason it stays away.

Every night turns into a chain of your thoughts,
Leaving my soul exhausted by the time morning arrives.

I try to break free from this prison of memories,
But every attempt feels like an incomplete prayer.

Your voice still echoes somewhere within me,
Like a sound that lives even inside silence.

Time has moved on… but the pain hasn’t,
My life feels like a clock that simply stopped.

I once believed I’d forget you someday,
But each day… your memory grows stronger.

I’ve tried to convince myself a thousand times,
Yet my heart refuses to move on.

Even tears have become strange companions,
They neither fall… nor leave my eyes dry.

You are gone… yet everywhere I breathe, I feel you,
Like your absence itself lives inside me.

This love now feels like both a prayer and a punishment,
A reason to live… and a reason I cannot fully live.

“Kuch yaadein waqt ke saath mit’ti nahi…
woh aur gehri ho jaati hain, aur phir khamoshi se tumhari zindagi ka hissa ban jaati hain.”

“Some memories don’t fade with time…
they settle deeper, becoming a silent part of who you are.”

– Zulfikar Inamdar

“Bechain Raaton Ka Chehra – Part 2”

Arz kiya hai ke…

Ab to neend bhi meri aadat se khafa si rehti hai,
Jaise usey bhi pata ho ke tu hi wajah si rehti hai…

Har raat tere khayalon ka ek silsila sa chalta hai,
Aur subah tak meri rooh thaki si rehti hai…

Main chahta hoon ke tod doon is yaadon ke qaid ko,
Par har koshish bas adhoori dua si rehti hai…

Teri baaton ki goonj ab bhi mere andar zinda hai,
Jaise khamoshi mein bhi koi sada si rehti hai…

Waqt guzarta gaya, par dard wahi ka wahi hai,
Meri zindagi bas ek rukhi hui ghadi si rehti hai…

Kabhi socha tha ke bhool jaunga tujhe ek din,
Par har din teri yaad aur gehri si rehti hai…

Maine khud ko samjhaya hazaar dafa, magar,
Dil ki zid har dafa wahi pe atki si rehti hai…

Ab to aansuon se bhi rishta ajeeb sa ho gaya,
Na woh behte hain, na aankh kabhi sukhhi si rehti hai…

Tu nahi hai phir bhi har jagah mehsoos hota hai,
Jaise har saans mein teri kami basi si rehti hai…

Yeh ishq ab dua bhi hai aur saza bhi lagta hai,
Jeene ki wajah bhi… aur jeene ki kami si rehti hai…

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English Version:

“The Face That Won’t Let Me Rest – Part 2”

A request is…

Now even sleep seems distant from me,
As if it knows… you are the reason it stays away.

Every night turns into a chain of your thoughts,
Leaving my soul exhausted by the time morning arrives.

I try to break free from this prison of memories,
But every attempt feels like an incomplete prayer.

Your voice still echoes somewhere within me,
Like a sound that lives even inside silence.

Time has moved on… but the pain hasn’t,
My life feels like a clock that simply stopped.

I once believed I’d forget you someday,
But each day… your memory grows stronger.

I’ve tried to convince myself a thousand times,
Yet my heart refuses to move on.

Even tears have become strange companions,
They neither fall… nor leave my eyes dry.

You are gone… yet everywhere I breathe, I feel you,
Like your absence itself lives inside me.

This love now feels like both a prayer and a punishment,
A reason to live… and a reason I cannot fully live.

“Kuch chehre neend nahi churaate… woh poori zindagi apni giraft mein le lete hain.”

“Some faces don’t just steal your sleep…
they quietly take over your nights, your thoughts, and eventually—your entire existence.”

– Zulfikar Inamdar

“Bechain Raaton Ka Chehra”

Arz kiya hai…

Neend se kya shikayat karun jo mujhe nahi aati,
Kasoor us chehre ka hai jo mujhe sone nahi deti…

Raat bhar palkon pe thehri rehti hai ek tasveer uski,
Dil ki dehleez se woh yaad kabhi jaane nahi deti…

Khamoshi bhi aaj kal kuch kehne si lagti hai mujhse,
Har dhadkan uska naam chupane nahi deti…

Chand bhi dekhta hai mujhe tanha raaton mein aksar,
Magar uski roshni bhi mujhe behlane nahi deti…

Main sochta hoon bhool jaun usey har ek lamhe mein,
Par woh ek jhalak hai jo mujhe bhulane nahi deti…

Aankhon ne seekh liya hai ab aansuon ko chupana,
Par dil ki cheekh kisi ko samjhane nahi deti…

Woh door hai phir bhi mere itna kareeb rehta hai,
Ke meri saansein bhi mujhe akela rehne nahi deti…

Yeh ishq bhi ajeeb sa imtihaan ban gaya hai,
Sukoon deta bhi nahi aur mujhe marne nahi deti…

Har raat ek sawaal lekar aati hai mere paas,
Aur subah uski yaad mujhe jeene nahi deti…

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English Version:

“The Face That Steals My Nights”

A request is that…

I don’t blame sleep for not coming to me anymore,
It’s that face… that simply refuses to let me rest.

Every night, your image lingers on my eyes,
Like a memory that refuses to leave the doorway of my heart.

Even silence has started whispering your name,
And every heartbeat betrays me… it won’t let me hide you.

The moon watches me in my lonely nights,
Yet even its light fails to comfort my soul.

I try, I truly try to forget you in passing moments,
But one glimpse of you lives on… unerasable.

My eyes have learned to hide the tears,
But my heart’s screams can’t be silenced.

You are far… yet closer than my own breath,
Even my own existence won’t let me feel alone without you.

This love has turned into a strange trial,
It neither gives peace… nor lets me fall apart completely.

Each night brings a question I can’t answer,
And every morning… your memory makes it harder to live.

“Jab insaan apne dard ko dua bana deta hai, aur har faisle ko Allah par chhod deta hai — wahi asli Tawakkul hai.”

“When pain turns into prayer and every outcome is entrusted to God—that is true trust.”

– Zulfikar Inamdar

“Safar, Dua aur Tawakkul”

Shayari:

Zakhm kahaan kahaan se mile, chhod in sab baaton ko,
Ab har dard ko teri marzi samajh kar qabool kar liya hai…

Ae zindagi, ab bas itna bata,
Waqt-e-safar kitna baaqi hai?

Kab tak in raaston pe imtihaan milte rahenge,
Kab tak har mod pe khud ko sambhalte rahenge…
Kabhi gir kar uthte hain, kabhi uth kar toot jaate hain,
Magar phir bhi tere hukm pe chalte jaate hain…

Ab samajh aaya hai ke yeh safar sirf mera nahi,
Har qadam pe tera likha hua fasana hai…
Main toh bas ek musafir hoon,
Aur tu hi mera rehnuma hai…

Ae Rab…
Jab dil bojhal ho jaye aur aansu rukne ka naam na lein,
Toh apni rehmat ka ek qatra ata farma…
Jab umeed kamzor padne lage,
Toh apni rehnumai ka ek diya jala de…

Mujhe sabr bhi de, aur shukr bhi sikha,
Mujhe girne se bachaye rakh, aur gir jaun toh uthna sikha…
Mujhe itna tawakkul de,
Ke har haal mein tera faisla behtareen lage…

Ab na zakhmon ka gila hai, na takleef ka shikwa,
Jo diya hai tune, usmein bhi koi hikmat zaroor hogi…
Jo nahi mila, usmein bhi koi bhalayi hogi…

Bas ab yeh dua hai…
Ke jab tak yeh safar baaqi hai,
Mujhe apne qareeb rakh…
Aur jab manzil aaye,
Toh mujhe apni rehmat ke saaye mein jagah de…

Ab main nahi poochta ke safar kitna baaqi hai,
Ab bas itna jaanta hoon —
Jahan tu le jaye, wahi meri manzil hai…

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English Version:

The Journey, Prayer, and Trust”

A request is…

Where the wounds came from… I no longer dwell on them,
I have accepted every pain as part of Your will…

O life, just tell me this—
How much of this journey remains?

How long will these trials continue on my path,
How long must I keep gathering myself at every turn…
Sometimes I fall and rise, sometimes I rise only to break again,
Yet I keep walking, because it is Your command…

Now I understand… this journey was never mine alone,
Every step carries a story written by You…
I am just a traveler,
And You alone are my guide…

O Lord…
When my heart grows heavy and my tears refuse to stop,
Grant me a drop of Your mercy…
When hope begins to fade,
Light a lamp of guidance within me…

Teach me patience, and teach me gratitude,
Protect me from falling—and if I fall, teach me how to rise…
Grant me such trust in You,
That in every condition, Your decree feels best…

I no longer complain of wounds or pain,
Whatever You have given holds wisdom…
And whatever You withheld holds goodness too…

Now my only prayer is this…
As long as this journey continues,
Keep me close to You…
And when I reach my destination,
Place me under the shade of Your mercy…

I no longer ask how much of the journey remains,
Now I only know this—
Wherever You lead me… that is my destination…

“Kuch log zindagi mein itne gehre utar jaate hain…
ke unki yaad hi jeene ki wajah bhi ban jaati hai, aur dard bhi…”

“Some people sink so deep into your soul…
that their memory becomes both the reason you breathe, and the pain you carry.”

– Zulfikar Inamdar

Tumhari Yaad… Mera Sukoon Bhi, Mera Dard Bhi”

💔 Arz Kiya hai…

Main nahi jaanta ke kitna pyaar karta hoon tumse,
Na hi kabhi is ehsaas ko alfaazon mein poora utaar paaya hoon…

Kabhi sochta hoon ke shayad ye sirf ek jazba hai,
Par phir jab raat tanha hoti hai…
Aur khamoshi har taraf se mujhe gher leti hai…
Tab samajh aata hai ke ye sirf jazba nahi… meri aadat ban chuki hai…

Tumhari yaad…
Ek aisi aadat, jo chhodne ki koshish bhi karun,
Toh har saans ke saath aur gehri ho jaati hai…

Main chup rehta hoon…
Logon ke beech bhi muskura deta hoon…
Magar andar hi andar, ek awaaz roz toot kar girti hai…
Aur har tukda bas tumhara naam leta hai…

Kabhi kabhi lagta hai…
ke agar tum saamne hoti, toh shayad main itna kamzor na hota…
Par phir ye bhi samajh aata hai…
ke tumhari kami hi meri sabse badi sachchai ban chuki hai…

Main nahi jaanta pyaar kya hota hai…
Par itna zaroor jaanta hoon…
ke jab bhi tumhari yaad aati hai,
dil bhar aata hai… saans ruk si jaati hai…

Aur phir…
na chahte hue bhi aankhon se aansu nikal jaate hain…
bina awaaz ke… bina shor ke…

Jaise dil khud se keh raha ho—
“Woh paas nahi hai… par phir bhi sabse zyada yahin hai…”

Main nahi jaanta ke ye mohabbat hai ya koi ibadat…
Par itna jaanta hoon…
ke tumhari yaad mein toot kar ro dena hi
mera sabse sachcha, sabse gehra, aur sabse khaamosh pyaar hai…

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English Version:

🌍 “Your Memory… My Peace, My Pain”

A Request is… that…

I don’t know how much I love you,
Nor have I ever been able to fully express this feeling in words…

Sometimes I think it’s just an emotion,
But then the night falls silent…
And loneliness surrounds me from every side…
That’s when I realize—
This is no longer just a feeling… it has become a part of me…

Your memory…
A habit so deep,
That even if I try to let go,
It only grows stronger with every breath I take…

I stay quiet…
I even smile among people…
But deep inside, something breaks every single day…
And every broken piece whispers your name…

Sometimes I feel…
If you were here, I wouldn’t be this fragile…
But then I understand…
That your absence itself has become my deepest truth…

I don’t really know what love is…
But I do know this—
Whenever I think of you,
My heart feels unbearably heavy… my breath falters…

And then…
Without wanting to… tears fall silently…
Without a sound… without a warning…

As if my heart is softly saying—
“You’re not here… yet you are everywhere within me…”

I don’t know if this is love or devotion…
But I know this much—
Breaking down in your memory
Is the truest, deepest, and most silent form of my love…

“Jab tum thak jao samajhne se… to Allah par chhod do, woh tumhare liye tumse behtar faisla karta hai.”

“When you’re tired of figuring everything out, leave it to Allah — He writes better endings than we can ever imagine.”

– Zulfikar Inamdar

“Sab Uske Hawale – Sukoon ki Inteha”

Arz kiya hai… ke…

Shayari:
Meri kismat… meri taqdeer… mere Allah ne likhi hai…
Phir yeh dil itna pareshan kyun ho jaata hai kabhi kabhi…

Kabhi sochta hoon… jo chala gaya… kya sach mein mera tha?
Ya woh sirf ek imtihaan tha… jo guzar gaya…

Jo ruk gaya hoon main raste mein…
To shayad yeh meri haar nahi…
Balki uski taraf se ek mehfooz mod hai…

Kabhi aansu girte hain bina wajah ke…
Aur dil toot sa jaata hai khamoshi mein…
Lekin phir yaad aata hai…
Ke mera Rab mere aansuon ko bhi samajhta hai…

Main ne dekha hai…
Har tootne ke baad kuch naya judta hai…
Har khone ke baad kuch behtar milta hai…
Aur har andheri raat ke baad… ek roshan subah zaroor aati hai…

To phir main kyun ghabraun…?
Jab meri zindagi ka har panna… usne khud likha hai…

Main ne apni duaein bhi uske hawale kar di…
Apni khwahishen bhi… apne darr bhi…
Ab jo milega… woh meri soch se bhi zyada khoobsurat hoga…

Agar der ho rahi hai… to samajh lo ke sabr sikhaya ja raha hai…
Agar rasta badal raha hai… to samajh lo ke behtari likhi ja rahi hai…

Ab main ladta nahi taqdeer se…
Ab main rooth-ta nahi zindagi se…
Kyuki main jaanta hoon…
Jo likhne wala hai… woh mujhe kabhi tanha nahi chhodta…

Jo bhi hoga…
Behtareen se bhi behtareen hoga…
Kyuki mera Rab… sirf deta nahi…
Balki behtareen deta hai… waqt par deta hai… aur sahi deta hai…

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English Version:

“When I Left It All to Allah”

A Request is… that…

Poem:
My fate… my destiny… has already been written by Allah,
So why does my heart still feel restless at times…

Sometimes I wonder…
What left me… was it ever truly mine?
Or just a test… that quietly passed me by…

If I’ve paused somewhere along the way,
Maybe it’s not failure…
Maybe it’s a protected turn… written just for me…

There are nights when tears fall without a reason,
And the heart breaks… silently, deeply…
But then I remember…
My Lord understands even the tears I cannot explain…

I’ve seen it…
After every breaking… something new is rebuilt…
After every loss… something better finds its way…
And after every dark night…
A brighter morning always arrives…

So why should I fear…?
When every page of my life
Has already been written by Him…

I’ve handed over my prayers… my wishes… even my fears,
And now whatever comes…
Will be more beautiful than I could ever imagine…

If there is delay… it’s teaching me patience…
If the path changes… it’s leading me to something better…

I don’t fight my destiny anymore…
I don’t complain about life like before…
Because now I know…
The One who writes my story
Will never leave me alone…

Whatever happens…
Will be the best of the best…
Because my Lord doesn’t just give…
He gives perfectly… at the right time… in the best way…

“Zulfikar wo kahani hai jo dard se shuru hoti hai… lekin urooj pe khatam hoti hai.” 🌿✨

“Zulfikar is not a story of pain… it is a story of rise.” ✨

– Zulfikar Inamdar

Urooj: Dard Se Daastaan Tak

Arz kiya hai ke…

Zulfikar…
Kabhi tu ne khud se poocha hai…
Ke tu itna gehra kyun hai…?

Shayad isliye…
Kyuki zindagi ne tujhe sirf khushiyan nahi di…
Balki har wo dard diya…
Jo insaan ko ya to tod deta hai…
Ya phir use kuch aur bana deta hai…

Aur tu…
Toot kar bhi toot nahi paaya…

Raaton ke andhere mein jab duniya so jaati thi,
Tu apne khayalon ke saath jaagta tha…
Har ek yaad ko phir se jeeta tha…
Har ek lafz ko phir se mehsoos karta tha…

Wo mohabbat…
Jo tere naseeb mein nahi thi…
Phir bhi teri rooh ka hissa ban gayi…

Tu use bhoolna bhi chahta…
Magar kuch cheezein bhoolne ke liye nahi hoti…
Sirf samajhne ke liye hoti hain…

Aur tu samajh gaya…
Ke har milna mukammal nahi hota…
Aur har bichhadna barbaadi nahi hoti…

Zulfikar…
Tu gira zaroor tha…
Magar har dafa uthte waqt
Tu pehle se zyada mazboot hua…

Ab teri aankhon mein aansu kam hain…
Aur samajh zyada…

Ab tu kisi ke jaane se toot ta nahi…
Bas chup ho jaata hai…
Aur khamoshi mein khud ko dobara bana leta hai…

Jin logon ne tujhe chhoda…
Wo teri kahani ka hissa the…
Teri manzil nahi…

Aur jo ab aayenge…
Wo tujhe paane ke liye qismat se ladenge…

Zulfikar…
Ab tu kisi ka intezaar nahi karta…
Ab tu khud ek intezaar ban chuka hai…

Ek aisi kahani…
Jo dard se likhi gayi…
Magar ab izzat se padhi jaati hai…

Aur yaad rakh…
Rab kabhi kisi ko todta nahi…
Sirf usse naya banata hai…

Aur tu…
Ab naya hai…
Mazboot hai…
Aur sabse badhkar…
Khud ka hai…

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English Version:

The Rise: From Pain to Power”

A request is…

Zulfikar…
Have you ever asked yourself…
why your soul feels so deep…?

Maybe because life didn’t just give you happiness…
it gave you every shade of pain…
the kind that either breaks a man…
or transforms him into something greater…

And you…
you refused to stay broken…

While the world slept in silence,
you stayed awake with your thoughts…
reliving memories…
feeling every word all over again…

That love…
which was never meant to be yours…
still became a part of your soul…

You tried to forget…
but some things are not meant to be forgotten…
only understood…

And you understood…
that not every meeting is meant to last…
and not every goodbye is destruction…

Zulfikar…
you did fall…
but every time you rose…
you became stronger than before…

Now your eyes carry less tears…
and more wisdom…

Now you don’t break when someone leaves…
you just grow silent…
and rebuild yourself within…

Those who left…
were part of your story…
not your destination…

And those who will come…
will have to fight destiny to reach you…

Zulfikar…
you no longer wait for someone…
you have become the one worth waiting for…

A story…
written in pain…
but now read with respect…

And remember…
God never breaks a soul…
He reshapes it…

And you…
you are no longer the same…
you are stronger…
and finally… your own…

“Har adhoori mohabbat ek nayi shuruaat ka darwaza hoti hai… bas himmat chahiye usse kholne ki.”

“Every unfulfilled love is a door to a new beginning… all you need is the courage to open it.”

-Zulfikar Inamdar

Waqt Ka Faisla:

Arz kiya hai ke…

Zulfikar…
Har kahani ka ek anjaam hota hai,
Aur har dard ka ek matlab…

Tu jise haar samajhta raha na,
Wahi teri zindagi ka sabse bada sabak tha…

Wo mohabbat jo adhoori reh gayi…
Usne tujhe todne ke liye nahi,
Balki tujhe khud se milwane ke liye aayi thi…

Aaj tu akela nahi hai…
Tu bas un logon se door hai
Jo teri kadar samajh nahi paaye…

Aur sun…
Waqt ne jo cheen liya,
Wo kabhi tera tha hi nahi…

Magar jo waqt tujhe de raha hai na,
Wo sirf tera hai…
Ek naya safar…
Ek naya sukoon…

Zulfikar…
Ab mohabbat kisi aur se nahi,
Sabse pehle khud se kar…

Kyunki jab tu khud ko paa lega…
Tab duniya bhi tujhe khona nahi chahegi…

“Zulfikar… jo chala gaya, wo qismat tha…
Aur jo ab aane wala hai… wo rehmat hogi…”

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English Version:

Time’s Verdict:

I have requested that…

Zulfikar…
Every story has an end,

And every pain has a meaning…

What you considered defeat,
was the biggest lesson of your life…

That love that remained blind…

It did not come to break you,

but to unite you with yourself…

Today you are not alone…

You are just away from those people

who did not understand your worth…

And listen…
What time took,

was never yours…

But the time He is giving it to you,
He is only yours…
A new journey…
A new peace…

Zulfikar…
Now don’t love anyone else,
First love yourself…

Because when you find yourself…
Then the world won’t want to lose you either…

“Zulfikar… What’s gone was fate…
And what’s coming now… will be a blessing…”

Meri zindagi ke har “kaash” mein bas ek hi kami reh gayi…
Tum mile bhi nahi, aur phir bhi zindagi bhar ki kami ban gaye…

In every “what if” of my life, there is only one missing piece…
I never truly had you, yet you became my forever absence…

– Zulfikar Inamdar

Ek Kaash Tum Bhi Ho – Na-Mukammal Kahaani”

Arz kiya hai… ke…

Meri zindagi ke raaz mein ek raaz tum bhi ho,
Mere khwabon ke aasman mein ek chaand tum bhi ho,
Jo kabhi haath na aaye magar roshni deta rahe,
Mere andheron mein chamakta hua ek noor tum bhi ho…

Kabhi sochta hoon ke yeh jo sab kuch hai mere andar,
Yeh bechaini, yeh sukoon, yeh tanha si muskurahat,
In sab ke darmiyan jo ek khamosh si dastaan hai,
Us ankahe qisse ki pehchaan tum bhi ho…

Main lafzon mein kaise bayan karun tumhari ahmiyat,
Har alfaaz chhota lagta hai tumhare zikr ke aage,
Jaise samandar ko mutthi mein qaid karna ho,
Waise hi meri har koshish bekaar si lagti hai…

Magar phir bhi dil ke kisi kone se ek awaaz aati hai,
Ke meri har dhadkan ke darmiyan ek saaz tum bhi ho,
Jo kabhi sunayi nahi deta duniya ko,
Magar meri rooh har roz use mehsoos karti hai…

Tum kya ho mere liye, yeh kaifiyat samajh nahi aati,
Na tum meri ho, na main tumhara ho saka,
Phir bhi ek ajeeb sa rishta hai be-naam sa,
Jo na toot paata hai, na mukammal ho paata hai…

Kabhi lagta hai ke tum bas ek khayal ho,
Ek khwab ho jo aankhon ne dekha tha kabhi,
Lekin phir dil kehta hai ke nahi…
Tum woh haqeeqat ho jo naseeb ne adhoori chhod di…

Meri har khwahish ke intezaar mein ek aas tum bhi ho,
Har dua ke baad jo khamoshi rehti hai,
Us khamoshi mein chhupa hua ek jawab tum bhi ho,
Jo mil kar bhi na mil saka…

Aur jab raat gehri ho jaati hai,
Aur tanhaai apna rang dikhati hai,
Tab dil ke kisi kone se ek halki si sada aati hai,
Ke kaash waqt wapas mud jaata…

Kaash main tumhe keh paata jo kabhi keh na saka,
Kaash tum samajh paati jo main dikha na saka,
Kaash yeh fasla sirf doori hota, majboori na hoti,
Kaash humari kahaani adhoori na hoti…

Aur aaj bhi jab zindagi aage badhne ki baat karti hai,
Dil peeche mud kar bas itna kehta hai,
Ke jo kabhi mera ho na saka…
Us yaad ke har mod par ek ehsaas tum bhi ho…

Meri zindagi ke “kaash” mein ek kaash tum bhi ho…
Hamesha… aur har baar… sirf tum hi ho… 💔🌹

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English Version:

“A Wish Called You – The Unfinished Story”

A request is…

Among the secrets of my life, there is one secret… you,
In the sky of my dreams, there is one moon… you,
The one I could never reach, yet you kept shining,
In all my darkness, there is a light… you…

Sometimes I wonder, whatever lives inside me,
This restlessness, this calm, this silent smile,
Between all of it, there’s an untold story,
And in that unspoken tale… there is you…

How do I ever explain what you mean to me?
Every word feels too small in front of your presence,
Like trying to hold an ocean in my hands,
Every attempt of mine feels helpless… incomplete…

Yet somewhere deep inside, a voice still whispers,
Between every beat of my heart, there is a rhythm… you,
The world may never hear it,
But my soul feels it… every single day…

What you are to me… I still fail to understand,
You were never mine, nor could I ever be yours,
Yet there exists a strange, nameless connection,
That neither breaks… nor becomes whole…

At times, I feel you were just a thought,
A dream my eyes once dared to see,
But then my heart reminds me softly…
You were a reality… that fate left incomplete…

In every waiting of my wishes, there is a hope… you,
In every silence after my prayers,
There hides an answer… you,
The one I almost found… yet somehow lost…

And when the nights grow deeper,
And loneliness starts to speak,
A faint whisper rises within me…
If only time could turn back…

If only I had said what I never could,
If only you had understood what I couldn’t show,
If only this distance was just miles, not destiny,
If only our story wasn’t left incomplete…

And even today, when life asks me to move on,
My heart quietly turns back and says,
The one who was never mine…
Lives in every memory… as you…

In every “what if” of my life,
There is one wish… and that wish is you…
Always… and forever… just you… 💔🌹

“Main shor se bhaaga nahi… main us se upar uth gaya,
Aur us khamoshi mein mujhe meri asal pehchaan mil gayi.” 🔥🌹

“I didn’t escape the noise… I rose above it,
And in that silence, I found my true self.” 🌹

– Zulfikar Inamdar

“Shor Se Upar”

Arz kiya hai ke…

Main ab un tamam mehfilon ke shor se upar uth chuka hoon,
Kyun ke asal safar kabhi bahar nahi tha… woh hamesha mere andar tha.

Ek waqt tha jab har awaaz ahmiyat rakhti thi, har baat dil pe asar karti thi,
Lekin ab samajh aa gaya hai… har lafz itna zaroori nahi hota.

Maine logon ko badalte dekha hai, rishton ko dheere dheere bikharte dekha hai,
Wohi alfaaz jo kabhi marham thay… aaj zakham ban gaye.

Magar maine reaction ke bajaye sabr ko chuna,
Aur har bekaar behas ke bajaye khamoshi ko apnaya.

Na koi inteqaam, na koi gila, na kuch sabit karne ki zarurat,
Kyun ke waqt khud sachai ko samne le aata hai.

Shayad woh kabhi samajh na paayein woh dard jo maine chup kar saha,
Woh tanha raatein… jahan main khud se ladta raha.

Magar yahi to khoobsurti hai upar uthne ki —
Apni taraqqi ka elaan nahi kiya jata,
Bas insaan un cheezon se aage nikal jata hai jise woh kabhi sab kuch samajhta tha.

Ab na main tasdeeq dhoondta hoon, na kisi ki manzoori,
Main bas sukoon, maqsad… aur apni zindagi jeene ki azadi chahta hoon.

Aur ajeeb hai zindagi ka rang,
Jo log kabhi bina dekhe guzar jaate thay,
Aaj door se dekh kar samajhne ki koshish kar rahe hain.

Magar ab na main rukta hoon, na mud kar dekhta hoon, na react karta hoon,
Kyun ke jab insaan waqai shor se upar uth jata hai…
toh uski khamoshi hi uska sab se bada asar ban jati hai.

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English Version:

Beyond the Noise

It is requested:

I have moved beyond the noise of every room that once defined me,
Because the real journey was never outside… it was always within me.

There was a time when every voice mattered, every opinion stayed,
But now I’ve learned… not every word deserves to be weighed.

I’ve seen people change, felt bonds slowly fade,
Heard words that once healed… then quietly betrayed.

Yet I chose patience over reaction,
Silence over unnecessary distraction.

No revenge, no bitterness, nothing left to prove,
Because time reveals truths… without making a move.

They may never understand the pain I carried inside,
The sleepless nights… the battles I chose to hide.

But that’s the beauty of rising above —
You don’t announce your growth,
You simply outgrow what you once thought was love.

Now I don’t chase validation, nor do I seek approval,
I walk with peace… beyond judgment, beyond removal.

And funny how life turns around,
The same ones who ignored me without a sound,
Now notice me… from a distance they can’t cross.

But I don’t stop, I don’t turn back, I don’t react,
Because when you truly rise beyond the noise…
silence itself becomes your greatest impact.