Kuch tasveere mez par bikhri thi, Diary ke panno par Kuch alfaaz bhi usi tarah bikhre thePiyali bhari thi, Main bhi bhara sa thaTum kaha they, mujhe pata na thaThandi chai, thanda mausam Aur ek naya khali pannaMeri umeed ban gaye…
Chupke se aati Hai yeh yaad teri Bhare dine main Kahi jheeri se Aakar sama jaati hai Chukpe se aati Hai yeh yaad teri Mez par baithe Kaam karte waqt Chukpe se aati Hai yeh yaad teri Khana khate waqt
Kabhi toh aao khayalo main Yahan sunsaani aksar hojati hai Kabhi toh aao aangan main hamare Yahan dhoop aksar rehti hai Na Jaane Kitne arse hue Is tamanna ko Ki aaye woh yaha Zindagi yuhi guzri chali gayi Na gayi sunsani Na hi gayi yeh dhoop yaha se -Jafar Rehman
The last 50 pages A hot summer night And a thought of you. -Jafar Rehman P.S. 'You' here can be food.
Before he heads to the bed He pulls out a box And pops up a pill And finally sleeps - Jafar Rehman
They held hands And danced together For a long time And the moon witnessed it all.
So there I was Standing under the bridge And a million cars passed by Hello Everyone, how are you? I have received an award and I am soon gonna make a post. 🙂 Due to some reasons I have also been unable to read posts by other bloggers.
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She would sit there Under the moonlight Wondering about everything Nothing would help And then she would See the moon And forget all her worries. -Jafar Rehman. email@example.com Posted from WordPress for Android