woh ik pagal si larki thi
khuaab they usskey barey barey
din bhar woh sapnay bunti thi
rung o khushboo sey bharey huey
umeed ka dia jala ker woh
aanch per uss ki jalti thi
uss ki shamma key dhalney per
shaam uss ki bhi dhalti thi
woh ik masoom si larki thi
barishoon mein nahati thi
per badaloon key garajney per
thori woh dar si jati thi
woh ik nadaan si larki thi
khuahishoon sey ghabrati thi
sachai ka daman tham key woh
jhoot uss key nibhati thi
ab sochoon to yaad buhat ati hai
iss soch mein shaam dhal jati hai hai
kioon usko na jan saka koi
kioon usko kisi ney na dekha
un hathoon ki bayrang mehndi mein
kitnay they wadey basay huey
un hontoon ki uss khamosh larzish mein
kitnay they raz chuipay huay
un ankhoon key behtay kajal mein
kitnay sapnay they samey huey
woh ik pagal si larki thi.........
The most delicious feeling in the world has to be when someone does something for you that renders all arguments of 'I'm not important enough' utterly false. When you thought only you were capable of doing all things 'genuine' and special for someone else because that's been the order for every year preceding this one. Thank you (:
1 comment:
Whoever wrote it, it's amazing!!!
Allow me to copy it at http://unaizanasim.wordpress.com/
Also, it reminded me of my friend Sadaf, who once wrote a poem on me starting from "pagal si ik larki"
May her soul rest in peace.Amen.
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