"तेरी यादें, मेरा सवाल"

वैसे अब वो बीमारी का इलाज कर लिया तुमने?

अरे मेरी छोड़ो, वो brown साड़ी खरीदली तुमने?

और इस बार कौनसा झुमका पसंद आया?

अरे ये coffee? क्या चाय पीने की आदत बदलदी तुमने?

और कितना बदल चुकी बताना जरा

क्या मेरी याद आती हैं जताना जरा,

वो मेरी bike की आवाज सुनकर दौड़कर दरवाजा खोलना, और फिर हंसते हुए मेरे गले से लिपटना,

याद आता हैं तुम्हे?

या वो जब नींद से उठकर मेरे चाय बनाना याद आता हैं?

ऐसा अब भी करती हो किसी और के लिए?

या अब छोड़ चुकी हो सब कुछ मुझे भूलने के लिए?

मुझे तो अब भी वो घर याद हैं,

जहां तू और मैं साथ हैं,

तेरा वो फेंके हुए towell से गुस्सा होना,

और फिर तुझे प्यार से मनाना,

सब हैं याद की भूल न पाऊंगा,

तेरा ही तो था अब कहा जाऊंगा,

रिश्ता तो अब कोई रहा नहीं तेरे पास रहने का,

तुझे भी बहाना नहीं हैं मुझे याद करने का,

वो बारिश के मौसम मैं कही घूमने जाना,

मेरा तेरे हर बात को मना करते जाना,

शायद यही वजह मुझे सताएगी,

कैसे ठीक करु अगर मुझको तुझे हैं पाना।

Confession

I Was the Reason Our Love Ended

I was the one who led our relationship to its end. She never wanted to leave me, but I left her with no choice.

She was married. So was I—just not to each other. My love for her was pure; I wanted nothing but her. We had known each other for six or seven years, shared everything, and for over two years, we were practically living together. We cooked, ate, and spent every moment we could side by side. I watched her do everything she could for me, putting her heart and soul into our relationship. And yes, I loved her, but I stopped myself from saying it out loud.

She wanted me to be someone she could trust completely, a person with whom she could be herself without hesitation. But I was cruel. I treated her as if she belonged to me, making all the decisions without thinking about her happiness. I didn’t support her the way she needed, and in the end, I failed to make her happy.

She was beautiful, warm, and always there for me—mentally, emotionally, even financially. I admired her independence, but deep down, she longed for someone who would allow her to lean on them. And I wasn’t that person.

Now, she’s married, and all I can do is interfere in her life when I shouldn’t. I asked her to block me everywhere so she could move on and find happiness with the person she chose. She was a girl with thousands of memories shared with me, but she’s no longer mine.

I wish her a life filled with love and grace.

इश्क़ आरजू और मोहब्बत

मेरे आंखों की आरजू से तुझे इश्क था,

फिर मुझे तेरी आंखों ने रोक दिया,

कहा क्या था कभी दूर नहीं जाऊंगी?

मुझे तेरी यादों ने रोक दिया।

सवाल इतने हैं कि जवाब न मिले,

चुप हु इस कसर के तेरी उम्मीद ने मुझे रोक दिया।

पलकों पर सजा रखता था ना मैं तुझे,

देख मेरी नजरों ने तुझे पास आने से रोक दिया।

बड़ा गुरूर था तुझे तेरे आजादी पर,

मुझे तो तुझे कैद से निकलने के लिए रोक दिया।

यही तो कहती थी, कभी दूर न जाऊंगी,

मुझे हसी हैं, तेरे इरादों ने तुझे रोक दिया।

मेरा तो गुनाह था तेरे साथ चलने का,

बड़े बेवफाई की बातों ने मुझे रोक दिया।

अब तो पसंद भी नहीं तुझे शकल मेरी,

मुझे तेरे इश्क में जलने ने रोक दिया।

अब तो रोक दे तेरे सितम मुझपर रोक लगाने के,

खुदपर रोक लगाने ने मुझे रोक दिया।

"तासीर"

Playful Hate

A story about sacrifice and dignity will always force me to make flexible choices. It demands regret and action for the decisions I've made.

At the start of my life, I made cruel mistakes, just like everyone else. And then I spending my entire life trying to fix them—only to make new mistakes in the process.

No one, including me, wants to accept the truth. No one wants to repay the wounds they’ve caused. I make simple choices to be happy, avoiding the reality of what I’ve turned someone into—a monster I now hate, though once, I loved them.

"One who never gave up"

Truth may never lie

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They say that eyes will show what's true,
But words can twist a different view.
A simple quote, a fleeting lie,
Spun by the one who stands nearby.

Is ghosting just the way we cope,
Or proof we’ve lost the thread of hope?
We claim to know, yet drift apart,
Does that not weigh upon the heart?

A dream once bright, a shining star,
Now fades, yet here we truly are.

We mourn the times we spoke so true,
Yet lies can heal where truth won’t do.

दीद

आसमान का एक टूटा तारा हु मैं,

उसे लगता हैं आवारा हु मैं,

मेरी शक्ल को तो बर्बाद तूने कर दिया,

कहती हैं बर्दाश्त करती हु, बता कैसा इल्ज़ाम हु मैं।

तेरे ही तो अक्स हैं, तुझे ही तो सिखाया था,

इश्क को मोहब्बत में तब्दील कर दिया,

सोचता हु कितना बर्बाद हु मैं।

उसे न फिक्र मेरे जंजीर की,

कैसा शख्स हैं, उसी का गुलाम हु मैं।

उसकी नाराजी मुझसे बढ़ गई,

रकीब सच्चा हैं और कैसा गुनाहगार हु मैं।

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आसमान का एक टूटा तारा हु मैं,

उसे लगता हैं आवारा हु मैं,

मेरी शक्ल को तो बर्बाद तूने कर दिया,

कहती हैं बर्दाश्त करती हु, बता कैसा इल्ज़ाम हु मैं।

तेरे ही तो अक्स हैं, तुझे ही तो सिखाया था,

इश्क को मोहब्बत में तब्दील कर दिया,

सोचता हु कितना बर्बाद हु मैं।

उसे न फिक्र मेरे जंजीर की,

कैसा शख्स हैं, उसी का गुलाम हु मैं।

उसकी नाराजी मुझसे बढ़ गई,

रकीब सच्चा हैं और कैसा गुनाहगार हु मैं।

Dying Dream

 I had this dream twice in a week. It felt so real. I was riding a bike when someone crashed into me. I was careless, yet I clearly saw the person who hit me. He stepped out of his car, walked toward me with a smile, and then simply turned back and drove away—leaving me there.

At that moment, I felt completely helpless. No one was there for me—except you. You came to me, and suddenly, everything felt okay. It was as if nothing had happened. You kissed my forehead and smiled. But then, someone else appeared.

The moment you saw them, you ran towards them. I stood there, feeling like you had just met someone who mattered more to you.

And then, in a blink, my surroundings changed. I looked slightly to the left and found myself in a hospital bed, hooked up to multiple machines. A long, piercing beep filled the room—it was the heart monitor, showing a flat line. I was dying. And yet, you were still there, with that same person, unaware. You were laughing—so freely, so genuinely—but not for me. Then, you walked out of the room. I tried to follow, and suddenly, I was home—the place we used to share.

You were there too, but everything felt different. You looked different. The room was filled with paintings, and the balcony overflowed with plants. I stood before the mirror, trying to make sense of it all. Then, I saw you—standing right in front of me, holding my hands, just like you always did. And just like always, I wanted to pull away. But this time, I was frozen. The other version of you was still there, busy painting, lost in a world I no longer belonged to.

I knew then that everything had changed. It was time to leave. I turned toward the door, ready to go. But then, you called out—"MOMO." I turned back and saw you with him, your beloved pet, the one you had named Momo. In that moment, it hit me—I truly didn’t belong here anymore.

Once again, I walked toward the door, but something caught my eye—my helmet, lying beneath the bed in the hall. I rushed back to you, but… you were gone. The emptiness swallowed me whole. Confused, lost, I screamed, I cried, and then—I woke up.

Why the same dream twice in a week? Why does it feel so real? Who was that guy? Who left? Who stayed? You might be my everything, or maybe, you’re my nothing. Either way, if this moment is all I have left, then maybe I should just live in it.

"Just a Momo"