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kuch keh deta use me !!! (the untold feeling !!)

BAAT kuch itni si thi ...
ki shyd me use kuch keh deta ....

Meri aankhon me kuch nami si thi
meri zubaan bhi  kuch thami si thi ...
NA jaane kyu , rok na paya use me ...
phir socha ke ,,
ki shyd me use kuch keh deta ..


Meri khamoshi kuch usse keh rahi thi ..
Meri mann ki bhavna bekhauf beh rahi thi ...
Na jaane kyu bhula na paya use me ...
phir kahi socha ,
ki shyd me use kuch keh deta ..


KYA wapis aa sakte hai lamhe jinhe me kho chuka hu ...
Kya le aa sakta hu me wo pal jinhe me piche chodh chuka hu ...
sirf ek baat , ek galti ki saza itni toh nhi ho sakti ...
KYA unse bhi kabhi galti hi nahi hoti ...
hazaar se sawaal mere mann me dab ke reh gaye ....
PAR kaash ...
me uss din use kuch shabd keh hi deta .......
toh aaj wo mere saath hoti !!

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