Aaj Dil Phir Udaas Hai !

 


 

 Aaj Dil Phir Udaas Hai !
 

Aaj dil phir udaas hai,
ek ajeeb si dehek saanson mein basi hai,
jaise seena kisi bojh ke neeche
aahista-aahista baithta jaa raha ho.
 

Aankhon mein nami hai,
magar aansuon ko badi shiddat se qaid kar rakha hai,
shayad bikhar jaane ka khauf hai…
 

Bahut koshish ki khush rehne ki,
magar koi wajah roshan nahi hoti,
yun lagta hai jaise sab kuch haar chuka hoon…
 

Jeene ki wajah toh maujood hai,
magar khushi ka sabab nahi,
aur ab usey talaashne ka hausla bhi baaqi nahi raha.
 

Doston se guftagu ho jaaye toh lamhon ko bhool sa jaata hoon,
Qahqah dard par kuch dair ka parda daal deta hai.
 

Phir uske baad…
khamoshi ki ek lambi raat,
jahan main khud se bhi chup hota hoon,
aur meri tanhaayi mere saath jaagti hai.
 

Aaj Dil Phir Udaas Hai .... !

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