रफ़ाक़तों में पशेमानियाँ तो होती हैं
कि दोस्तों से भी नादानियाँ तो होती हैं
बस इस सबब से कि तुझ पर बहुत भरोसा था
गिले न हों भी तो हैरानियाँ तो होती हैं
May the day never come,
The day I sleep early.
And if it ever comes,
Let it come so fast,
Let it come suddenly.
Let everyone be stunned,
I’ll be quiet, I’ll only listen.
It’s been a very long
They speak of how I was born,
And how suddenly I’m gone.
Nothing builds, nothing lasts — just an endless cycle of trying and erasing. No insight emerges, no wisdom gained — only the haunting sense of moving without meaning, unable to escape the loop.
The narrator drifts through a maze of unfinished chapters, where faces fade and every so-called lesson dissolves into nothing. Motivation seeps away like water through cracked hands, leaving only a dull ache.
I live in a hostel, and it’s packed with students preparing for exams. Yet after India’s win, the silence says it all, no one really wanted this match. #IndvsPak
I can’t play the guitar,
nor can I sing a song,
I can’t dance in rhythm,
nor weave fancy words for long.
I’m the coal,
that burns just to light the way;
who would care to search for the diamond
hidden deep inside this gray?
ना गिटार बजाना आता,
ना कोई गाना गाना,
ना नाच ही पाता ढंग से,
ना आता है बातें बनाना।
मैं वही काला कोयला हूँ
जो बस जलने का काम आए
अंदर छुपे उस हीरे को
भला कौन ही ढूँढ़ने आए?
3. स्वीकार और संकेत (My bus = my thoughts)
"अब क्या झूठ बोले तुमसे,
भूल चुका हूँ,
बस हर बार मेरी बस,
उसके शहर से गुज़रता है।"
➤ You try to reinforce the lie, but in doing so, you expose the deeper truth — you still pass through her world, mentally or emotionally, over and over.