my poetry, everybody.
dudets, please praise 
edited for - any dude up for owning this?
inspired by a friend’s condition years ago and to this day he has a lurking regret.
touches his ears, now.
Aik larkee itnee achi thee
Aik bohet massoum, piyaree se larki
Bohet khiyal rakhtee thee meira
Her baat keneye seye pheley
Khethee thee mujheye
“Khana khaya tum neye?”
“Thakeye legteye ho, araam karo”
“Raat ko neend kaisee ae tum ko?”
“Ser meye dard tow nahi tumhareye?”
“Safr asan tow tha na tumhara?”
Mujheye geet sunati thee woh, akser
Mey soneye legta tha chein seye
Uff, itneye piyaar seye kheti thee yeye batein, yeye larki mujh ko, akser
Meiree dil-jo-ee kee kathir
Hans deita tha meye, chupata tha iss seye raaz kufia apneye
Jeb hansatee thee mujh ko woh
Dil meye sotchta tha meye yeye
Keye meye chup seye nikl loon ga abhee ka abhee
Kutch aur lutf andoz hoon loon, zara aur kabhi
Meye akaila hoon meye kutch aur,
Khood ko bhela loon, abhi
Ghebra jata tha meye
Jo sawal poochthee thee mujh seye, akser
“Kub ao geye, tum?”
“Meireye sath gher keb banao geye tum”
Meye her din ko kaam keye baad
Is keye gher jana chata tha
Aur mey iss ko apneye liyeye,
Apna bana leita tha, hameisha
Phir aiseye achanek
Meye kaheen aur ka ho giya
Meye kisi aur ka ho giya
Phir aiseye achanek
Aik din, meye is keye pas wapes jana chatha tha
Sotchta hoon aaj yeye meye
Keye,
Meye neye iss ko theekh seye, jana bhee nahi tha
Kabhee chahet seye iss kee taref, dekha bhe nahi tha
Woh kitna setch meye chathi thee mujh ko
Meye kitna jhootha tha iss keye sath
Meye kaisa admee hoon
Meye neye iss ko zara sa chaha bhi nahi
Jitna iss neye chaha, iss seye kum -
Utna sa bhee nahi
Yaad aee mujheye aaj iss ki
Aur aik din meye dowra giya wapes iss ko dhoondhneye
Yeye nahi thee wahan tub
Nahi rahee aisee, kaheen nahi heye woh ubb koe sath meirey
Meye kiya chata tha
Kitna khood garz tha meye
Meye neye iss ko bhekaya tha
Roolaya tha bohet meye neye uss ko
Meye neye iss ka ji torr dala tha bohet
Kitnee achi thee woh larki
Bohet achi thee woh larki
Aye Khuda kitnee achi thee woh larki?
Aur meye kiya sotch beitha tha
Muselsil taize barish keye jaiseye ruktee nahi thee kabhi,
Garm-narme-e-guftaar seye sahl bhelatee thee mujh ko, akser
Meye kitna galut hoon, iss ka sath nahee liya meye neye
Kitna akaila hoon aaj meye
Aur woh larki kitnee achi thee
