Hrdaya Se

To every heart my words have torn, I bow with grace, no more forlorn. The wounds I gave, I now release, I turn the page, I choose my peace. Let old entanglements be still, No shadow bends my forward will. From ashes past, a flame shall rise, A brighter sun in clearer skies. I honor silence, pure, profound, Where self and world in peace are bound. No chains remain, no debts to keep, I walk awake from broken sleep. This is no end, but heights untrod— A soul in step with man and God.

Jin bandhanon mein kiya tha aaghaat, Un sabse aaj kshama maangta hoon. Parajay nahin yeh, saahas hai mera, Andhiyaare ko ab main tyaagta hoon. Kal ke dosh jala doon agni mein, Aaj se nayi disha banaaunga. Apne man ki jwaala se hi, Jagat mein shaanti jagaunga. Nahin jhukunga ab apradh-bodh se, Nahin rukunga pashchataap ki raah par. Viraam nahin yeh, ughosh hai mera— “Main chal pada nayi subah ke saath par!”

They once stood close in the pouring rain, Now from afar, they glance with disdain. Like umbrellas, we’re used — then thrown, Drenched in love, but left alone. When they had needs, they spoke my name, But when I wept, I bore the blame. Now bonds with people come and go, Like shifting winds, they cease to show. Those who walked through every bend, At the first stain, met their end. No one asked how far I’d come, A little dirt — and I’m undone. To light the dark, I gave my flame, But with the dawn, you left the same. Now melted wax in shadows lie, Half-burnt, I wait — with a silent cry. I once held words with tender grace, Turned them to letters, soft and chaste. Spoke of pain and whispered scars, But one small scratch — discarded, far. No one looked back — not a trace, Just walked away with colder face. Now “need” defines what we call ties, Once time runs out — the heart denies. But I have learned, through silent art, To smile while torn, and fall apart. I fade into some corner deep, Wh...

Barish mein jo saath the, ab door nazar aate hain, Chaate ki tarah hum bhi, bheeg kar chhod diye jaate hain. Kaam pade to yaad kiya, bheeg gaye to kinaara, Insaanon se rishta bhi ab, mausam jaisa ishaara. Jo har mod par chalkar saath nibhaate hain, Keechad lage to darwaze par utaar diye jaate hain. Na poocha jaata — kitni door chale ho mere saath, Thoda mail kya dikha — ab na aao mere paas. Har andhere ko roshan karne ko tah-e-umr jala, Ek sahar ki kiran dekh, ek jhonke mein tune bujha diya. Aaj kone mein pighla pada hoon, Teri raah takta, adhjala main wahiin khada hoon. Kabhi usne bhi shabdon ko sambhaala, Kisi ka khat banaya, Kabhi kisi ka dard kehta raha, Kabhi ek kharoch kya lagi — kooday mein mujhe phenka gaya, Phir palat kar na kabhi dekha gaya. Zaroorat naam hain rishton ka ab shayad, Waqt beete to wajood mita dena hai logon ki aadat. Hum bhi ab seekh gaye hain — istemaal hokar muskurana, Aur phir kisi kone mein khaamoshi se reh jaana.

I’m tired, longing for a lullaby, a gentle hand to rest my head. My heart is heavy, seeking a shoulder that won’t turn away instead. People surround me, yet I yearn for the ones I can truly call mine. Words keep building up inside, but for a kindred soul, I search through time. There’s silence, there are sobs, the night is dark and deep, Within me lies a broken self, a part of me I no longer keep. Lost in a crowd of faces, I search for who I used to be... Now all I want is to find some dignity in the echo of just my name, quietly. No hunger for love, no thirst for friends remains, Only if someone could read what my silence contains... I long for a breath, a presence— that understands the pain, without asking my name.

Thak gaya hoon, ek thapki, ek lori ki talaash hai. Mann bhar aaya hai, ek sacche kandhe ki talaash hai. Log hain, par "apno" ki talaash hai. Baatein bahut karni hain, par ek saathi ki talaash hai. Khamoshi hai, siskiyaan hain, andheri raat hai, bheetar kahin tooti hui koi zaat hai. Chehron ki bheed mein gum hai meri pehchaan, ab to sirf ek naam mein sharafat ki talaash hai. Na ishq ki, na dosti ki aas hai, beshart koi meri khamoshi padh le, usi shwaas, usi ehsaas ki talaash hai.

Jeevit ko aas hai, Mrit ko na koi pyaas hai. Shvaas chali, seva na phali, Ab mrit-shayya pe pada, Kyon ye ashru ki bauchhaar hai? Haan, neem-si kadvi thi vaani, Prem ki bhaasha kabhi na jaani. Par jisne ki meri seva, Unke rin ka mujhe abhaas hai. Ab antim vidaa ki bela hai aayi, Sabko mere jaane ki badhaayi. Mera antim pranaam sveekaar karo, Katu vachanon ke liye maaf karo. Ab ghar na kisi ka gandaaoonga, Apna lota aur tauliya saath le jaaoonga. Bas ek baat phir dohraaoonga— Ki jo shesh hain, ve vishesh hain. Un shesh ko prem do, sammaan karo, Kyonki— Jeevit ko aas hai, Mrit ko na koi pyaas hai.

Khushiyan na dhoondh gairoñ ki baatoñ mein, Sukoon nahi milta saugaatòñ mein. Mat kar gumaan koi samjhega dard ko, Har chehra nahi waaqif jazbaatoñ mein. Jab tak zaruratein poori hongi, mohabbat rahegi, Tere rukte hi nafrat ki siyasat chalegi. Rishte ab faayde ki zubaan bolte hain, Wafa ab matlab ki saugaat hoti hai.