sleepless nights

Na jane kyu aankho ko meri,
neend se aitraz hai,
jan kr b jan na pay hu,
aisa bhi ek raaz hai.
Ek kadam hi age bdha tha,
dil k tukde samet k,
kadam ladkhda gye kyu mere,
guzre waqt ko soch k.
Aansu to rok leta hu,
drd ko kaise roku main,
gr pyar kar hi baitha ye dil,
use tanhai ki aag main kase jhoku main.
Tere bina reh sakta hu,
rukti nhi tere bina zindgani,
ha lekin teri yaado ki aanch me
har pal, u hi tapti rahei meri zindgani.

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World outside the window

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