shayari

ye shayari nahi hai dosto,

ye wo dard hai jo labzo ke sahare juda ho raha hai,

jo gam tha bejuban abtak,

dil se utar ke wo kagaz pe bayan ho raha hai

Thukra ke usne mujhse kaha ke muskurao Maine has disya, Aakhir sawal uski khushi ka tha. Maine khoya wo jo mere tha hi nahi, Usne khoya wo jo sirf usi ka tha.

Tanhaa Sa The Duniya Ke Bheed Me....

Socha Koi Apna hai hi Nahi Taqdeer me...

Ek Din Aisa Huaa ki Aap logon ne mujhe Apna Dost Mana,

Tab Yakeen Huaa Kuchh Khas Tha Mere Hath Ki Lakeer Me