Chalo, hum dono milkar iss safar ko aur gehraai se samajhte hain:
Zindagi ki raahon mein, khwabon ka haath chhuta,
Jahaan bhi jaayein, dil ki khushi phir bhi ruka.
Chhup gayi hain aawaazain, dhoondte hain hum,
Khushbu se khushiyan, ya phir gham ka junoon?
Mitti mein chhup gaye sapne, ab to dhoondhte hain,
Hawaon ke saath hum khwabon ko le jate hain.
Kuch purani baatein, kuch nayi raahatein,
Yeh safar hai dard ka, ya khushi ki baatein?
Aapke alfaaz aur mere jazbaat,
Milke banayein ek nayi baat.
Kya tumhare khwabon mein bhi kuch aise rang hain,
Jo hum dono milke jee sakein?@Anchal23
Zindagi ki raahon mein, khwabon ka haath chhuta,
Jahaan bhi jaayein, dil ki khushi phir bhi ruka.
Chhup gayi hain aawaazain, dhoondte hain hum,
Khushbu se khushiyan, ya phir gham ka junoon?
Mitti mein chhup gaye sapne, ab to dhoondhte hain,
Hawaon ke saath hum khwabon ko le jate hain.
Kuch purani baatein, kuch nayi raahatein,
Yeh safar hai dard ka, ya khushi ki baatein?
Aapke alfaaz aur mere jazbaat,
Milke banayein ek nayi baat.
Kya tumhare khwabon mein bhi kuch aise rang hain,
Jo hum dono milke jee sakein?@Anchal23
Aise likhne se toh lagta hai, har lafz apni ek zindagi jeeta hai, aur har khat ka intezaar, ek udasi mein uljha hua hai.
Yeh jo "parindey" ki talash hai, yeh ek aise jazbaat ki taraf ishara hai jo khud ko kisi aur jagah dhoondh raha ho, jahan shaayad apne dard ko shanti mil sake.
Kya tum aur kuch likhna chaahoge iss safar par?