I am like an Open Book Except for the few pages of my past, My life is an empty book. It takes the shape of a mystery, To me it does at least. For I cannot tell what happens next, Too many cliffhangers and too much suspense. But its clues all lead eventually to the same place, Unfortunately it does not say where. It only says get the next book, For in this one you’ ve ran out of room.
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hi kaash Maheen mere paas itna farigh waqt hota tou baat hi kia thi … :~) tab tou ham filrting main bhi apne johar zaroor dikhatay magar kismat ki sitam-zarifi he ke kaam se fursat hi nahi milti itne dinon baad tou weekend aya he so me is back at Gupshup
aab apna haal kis moon se arz karon ..
dil tou apna bhi, dil-lagi ka hi dewaana he ..
pehle magar, sapnoon ko apne sach kar dikhana he ..
jee tou karta he, kisi ke ishq main doob jain magar ..
kuch waadon aur kuch zim-e-dariyoon ko bhi nibhana he ..
na aab laila ke sehra, na wo shereen ki galiyaan ..
shab-o-rooz apna tou bass, office hi ko ana jana he ..
majnoon, ranjha-o-farhaad tou, saab nikame the ..
hamko jeene ke liay, hazoor rizq bhi kamana he ..
itna aasaan kahan he, yea zindagi ka safar ..
door manzil he, aur paidal hi hamko jana he ..
karain ge phir se dil-lagi, eik din “azam” ..
abhi kuch rooz is dil ko aur samjhana he ..
..yoon ki jeyay keh poetry mai jaisay iss thread mai johar dikhaye hain…waisay hi kuch aur johar bhi dekhain aur humari naik duain le lain…magar mujhay pm kar dena agar kuch new likha tu…take care.
—~—Maria—~—
~Kiya haaq wo jeena hai jo apnay hi liyay ho
Khud mit kar kisi aur ko mitnay se bacha lay~