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Wednesday, June 27, 2012

Woh kuch badla sa laga..

Aaj baat hui usse...
mizaaz uska kuch rukha sa laga...
wada karke gaya tha woh laut k aane ka
aaj pehli bar jo jhoontha sa laga...

rokte the usse,
toh kehta tha hanske..
ki jald aaunga mein.
phir dekhna ki har khusi jannat ki
khatir tumhare zameen pe launga mein.
reh takte rehna bhi aadat mein shamil tha.
aaj pehli baar sab dhokha sa laga.
Aaj baat hui usse...
mizaaz uska kuch rukha sa laga...

jab tha karib...
toh ehsaas dilaata tha
ki hum hi hain zindagi uski..
humse shuru hoti thi, hoti thi khatam hum pe
sab khwahishein uski...
sochte hain ki kya badla..
ki ab sukun saara dil ka khota sa laga.
Aaj baat hui usse...
mizaaz uska kuch rukha sa laga...

andar andar woh khud badalta rha...
aur saamne, meri zindagi badal dali
phir aadat laga k bola
meri aadat hi kyu dali..
sahaara de de kar niyat bigaadi
aur ab jo jo bhi diya tha..
haule haule leta sa laga
Aaj baat hui usse...
mizaaz uska kuch rukha sa laga...

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