This poem is all about unsaid feeling, specially love, many a times, in fear of losing something we fail to speak out our words, but life could have been so beautiful if Everyone would have spoken those unsaid words, or if there could be someone who could have understood those unsaid words…
People say “Some things are best, if unspoken” but feelings are waste if left unspoken…
Ek tasvir dhundali se, Khayalo me aati thi,
Ek khawab an dekhe ko nazre har pal talashti thi,
Pyar zamane se pahle bhi bhut karte the hum,
Par apke aane se khud se bhi pyar ho gaya,
Aaena to kal bhi niharte the hum,
par na jane ab kis ka sath ho gaya,
Gum ka ek sailab tab bhi tha, ab b hai
Par apke sath ke khushi me vo kahi kho gaya.
Khawab ho aap ya koi hakikat, ye mere dil ko khabar nahi,
Fir bhi na jane vo kyu nachahte hue bhi apko cahane laga.
Darta bhut hai dil mera,
tabhi to vo apse kuch kah nhi pata
Dar ye nhi ke aap use thukra denge,
Thokre to bhut khae hai is ne,
Darta vo is lye hai ke kahi duniya ke bhir me fir apko vo kahi kho na de.
Sath nhi to kya, paas to is dil ke bhut ho aap,
Na jane us din kya hoga is dil ka,
agar aap kahi kho gaye to,
Ye khayal he dil ko bhut satata hai,
Islye ye dil chahte hue bhi kuch nhi kah pata hai.