kayee ainon se takra chuka hai yeh shisha-e-dil,
magar toota na ek bhi aina,bas dil chur ho gaya.
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rishton ki milawatein ho jati hai dil mein , benaam rishton se hi lehek jati hoon... marasim aise na bante dekha kabhi chhoone se pahle ...
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Pushkin is my mom's Guruji's nephew.I don't know him.I never met him.He must be younger than me.Just very recently I saw his pic... -
jab bhi teri ankhein bolti hai Urdu Urdu si hawaah chalti hai... aksar nam aankhon mein teri, meri baatein bhig jati hain... ek ghazal ubhar...
kya sher mara hai!
ReplyDeletebandar ki khopadi par ber mara hai..
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yahan aaina kya hai ...
kya "fareb" hai?
waise bahut badhiya kriti...
loved the flow....
usually aaina = (fareb)^(-1)
ReplyDeletebut shayad yahan if i m not wrong
aaina = fareb...
hahaha quite a bit of maths here..
this is beautiful.... matlab shayad mujh jaise ko na samjh aaya ho but still it is too good... miss your poems. can you do me a small favour, just mail me whenever you write something. my email id is sweetnidhi8@rediffmail.com. I hope you wont mind doing it.
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