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Do chehre


Har ek guzarte saal ke saath
ek khas taarikh bhi guzar jaati hai
meri umra ka ek saal ghat jaati hai
ya yun kaho meri umra badh jaati hai

Jab tatolti hoon beeta saal
Toh kuch haath nahin aata
Phir usi udaasi se mil jaati hoon
jo naye saal mein bhi cha jaati hai

Mujhey kisi ki yaad bahut aati hai
Vo koi paraya nahin mera hi dusra chehra hai
Jo bhara-pura gora aur gehra hai
Aankho mein purey hue sapno ki chamak hai
Aur hothon per muskan lambi hai

Us lambi muskan aur chamakti aankhon se
mujhe mera sapna yaad aa jaata hai
Kyon rakhon mein do chehre apne
Ek jo hai aur ek jo ban nahin paya
Kyon na inhe mein ek kar loon
Aur bana loon apna bhavishya sunhara

Cha gaya phir se aankho mein wahi sapna
Aur dil mein utsaah ussey pura karney ka...

Comments

Raj said…
Nice Lines!

I can relate with them and they took me into my past.

starting liens are filled with gloom and by the end they show a ray of hope, dream & goal..really a fine & professional attempt.

keep writing! Never let go this side of your life from you. :)
New to your page. N ah, Hindi.. Always wanted to myself.. imho, the lines dont scan really well as poetry, but the idea, impressive.. sounds like a Gemini thing. good work, do keep posting..
Do chehre... Sabke hote hain, Mere bhi hain ek wo jo sab dekh pate hain aur ek wo jo mujhe dekhta hai..
Asli khushi tab milti hai jab ye dono chehre ek doosre se kuch bhi chipate na ho, Dono ek doosre ke complimentry ho. Mere case mein aisa nahin hai :) Thjey are not good friends :P

Tum aisa bana lo, khush rahogi aur keep up this positive hope...
(Thanks for visiting my blog :))

love,
Pankaj
Parth said…
its a beatiful thought...really
keep it up!!! :)
btw, thank you for the comment...i'd really cherish it, thank you

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