It hasn’t been a long time somewhere roughly around 2-3 months I was sitting on my terrace thinking about my last year. The ups & downs, heartbreaks, and experiences had taught me a few key lessons, one of them is:
“There are only three things to be done with a woman. You can love her, suffer for her, or turn her into literature.”
I choose the third one.
Ek baar hi sahi par bula ke toh dekho,
Durr se hi sahi par awaaz laga ke toh dekho.
Yunn toh aaina bhi pehchanta hai mujhe,
Khudko meri aaks mein sajaa ke toh dekho.
Mehfil se uthke sab jaate hai tum bhi chale jaana,
Par ek baar meri aagosh mein aake toh dekho.
Kyun tolte ho mujhe mere rang-o-roop se ‘kirdaar’,
Tum meri mohabbat ko aazma ke toh dekho.