Aksar mooh se nikle alfaazoh mein
jhoot, dhokha, fareb hota hai.
Dil se nikle alfaaz hi sacche hote hai.
Feel the Words...
Tarjuma
Aisa lagta hai in mobile phones ke aa jaane se artificial words ki ek baadh si aa gai hai... Subah hote hi log shuru ho jaate hai good morning wishes ke saath aur good night tak shabdon ka ek designer kutra-pajama pehna dete hai...
Aisa lagta hai subah hote hi shabdon ka ek makadjaal buna ja raha hai...
Zindagi mein zara si badhaali kya aa jaye, ek saccha saathi nahi milta...
Fharmadari, Mashwaredaar, Qabil-e-kirdaar log ab nazar nahi aate...
Rahi baat meri... aansoo jab bhi galat waqt pe aate hai basically sahi waqt pe aate hai... Jhoot, Dhokha, Fareb karna meri tarbiyat mein nahi hai...
Main Dil se likhta hun, Dil se bolta hun... Isliye kabhi-kabhi kadva bol jaata hun... Dil mein jo dafan hota hai woh alfazon ka roop lekar bahar nikal aata hai... Isliye jyadatar log mujhe padne se hichkichate hai...
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