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दर्द जब भी गुजरता था हद से मेरे,लब से लब बाँसुरी बन मिलाती रही…उंगली से यूँ लिपटकर ये मेरी कलम ,इक अधूरी ग़ज़ल गुनगुनाती रही।।
This poem is about my PEN who supported me in my bad days. Even when i have no hope then also my Pen describe my pain on a page honestly. My pen is like my real friend which is a part of my life.
2016 _ Seems like a love story _2
Unke guzarte waqt ki muskurahat pe hum yu fida hue. Jaise barso ki Naarazgi k baad aaj dobara ho mile..
2016_seems like a love story _3
Unhe Izzat dete dete hum Mashoor ho gye.. unki hi ibadat me hum majboor ho gye.. Aur Unke Lautne k intazaar me hum majoor ho gye.. Pata hi na chala ki kab miya se hum Huzoor ho gye...
Raksha bandhan _Sista Love ..
Aap itni Acchi lagti hah ki tareef kare bina Rahah nai jata .. Aap ko zamee pe bhej k Khuda se bhi aasma pe raha nai jata ..
Seems Like a Tear's Story _7
Aaj Uske Chehre pe kuch alag hi Guroor tha.. Phir bhi har ek Lamha ye dil unse baat karne ko majboor tha..
Seems Like a Lavish _Love _9
Mujhse Mohabbat karne lagi hah wohh.. Dil hi Dil mujhpe marne lagi hah wohh.. sahi se Dekha nai hah abhi tak usne mujhe .. aur mene bhi Puch liya k meri kis ada pe marne lagi hah wohh..
