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Tum uss din aa sakti thi na ?

Tumhe bahot si baatein batani thi mujhe. Mai itni baatein karta ki rukta hi nahi. Bolte bolte thak jaata par rukta nahi.

Meri saasein tez ho jaati, Mera gla bhi sookh jaata, Mere shabd bikharne lagte,

Lekin bina samay ki parwaah kiye, Mai bolta rehta, rukta nahi.

Agar beech me tum mujhe tok kar, Chai ke liye puchh leti,

To uss mile waqt ka fayda uthakar, Kuch nayi baatein bana leta, jaise ki koi kissa, Aur Chai se thakaan mitne ke baad, Phir se naye sire shuru karta, Jo maine turant soche the, lekin rukta nahi.

Agar tumhari nazare, ghadi dekhne ko jaati, to raaston pe chahal pahal dikhate hue kehta ki abhi der nahi hui.

एक दिन हिम्मत करके मैंने पूछ ली उनकी ख्वाइश , तब जाना मैंने, ये महज़ खुदा की थी इक साज़िश।

यकीन मानो, कुछ भी ख़ास न था उनकी दुआओ में। खुदा ने चुन लिए उनकी एक अच्छाई, कई सारे गुनाहों में।। ~ Raj Kamal

Sitting at this SPECIAL place and thinking about all the ORDINARY gems I lost.

Feeling the light they brought and darkness they injected into me.

Feeling about the void they created and the sense of fulfilment they caused.

Feeling like experiencing all the smiles with the same reason and grief that came along the way.

Feeling the different state of heart in their presence - being light as feather and heavy as mountain.

Feeling the excitement of meeting them and revisiting all the conversations after they leave.

Feeling the weight of the physical gifts they gave, and stories of mine they took away.

Feeling lost in their hearts and unaware of the route to return.

Feeling confused about what to do with these, sitting still at the river bank.

The Hall of Dignity ——————————-

Light - coming in and going out, Like a strange shout. Shout as in new or unique, Into a hall filled with antiques.

Wrapped in a little bit of dust, Which needs a slight air thrust.

Paint leaving the ceiling, With a mark of feeling, Feeling of validity being expired, Waiting for someone who is not yet tired.

Air was seen performing carbon dating, Experimenting and logging the results with the best setting. And the process for renovation is scheduled, By the souls inspired and fueled.

And here comes the present day, People all around, who stop by and stay, To watch the film of transformation, With a fear of ancient aesthetics' elimination.

What if this touch ruins someone’s memory, Which could be displayed while telling a story, Story which describes someone’s glory, Revealing each of the thanks and sorry.

This final thought shakes everyone’s heart, Which results in the preservation of this piece of art. This exact sensation of fear, Ceases the machinery’s gear.

Finally, the board of reconstruction was removed, Abandoning the idea of things being improved. In realism, the renovation didn’t stop, Because God’s plan never goes flop.

And it did change the people’s perspective, And made them value it without being introspective. All the findings were engraved on a stone, So its dignity would not remain alone.

दिन पे दिन ये और भी पेचीदे होते चले जाते हैं।

ये इशारें नहीं देते , या फिर शायद देते होंगे ,

कब टूटे थे, कब हारे थे ।

तेरे लिए है, उसके लिए है,

कब अपने लिए कुछ खरीदे थे।

मैं भी समझ सकता अब जिम्मेदारी,

तुम किस किसके लिए चिंता करोगे हमारी।

आखिर क्या है जो तुम्हे ये हिम्मत देती है,

कहते हो, हमारी मुस्कान ही तुम्हे हौसला देती है।

आओ बैठो, बताओ अपनी भी बातें,

अगर समझो हमको उस काबिल।

बांटो कभी वो सपने जो तुम्हारे हैं,