Disclaimer:
I am not a poet. Despite being an avid lover & student of literature, I have never been too keen on reading or writing [the latter is something that 99.96% Bengalis try at least once in their lifetime, esp. during their college years, even more so if they go to Presidency College/University or Jadavpur University, & invariably when—not if—they fall in love] poetry. I don't think I have the talent or the patience to write poetry.
The following lines took shape in my mind on some lonely afternoons & pensive nights, & I didn't even notice. They just...happened, & without any effort, if I may add at the cost of sounding a little vain. I don't recall what I was thinking or doing when it happened, but one thing I can assure U of: though they seem a bit Gulzar-ish, they are completely original. With that, I now take the liberty of putting them up here.
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"Bas kuchh dhundhli-dhundhli si yaadein,
Kabhi Kabhie tanhaai ki waadiyon mein,
Ek jhalak dikhaakar,
Bikhre huye armaanon ke toote huye parr lagaakar udd jaate hain..."
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"Woh sard shaam, woh besharm taarein...
Woh bheed ki tanhaai, woh andekhe nazaarein...
Teri rukhsaar pe khamoshi ki nami, merey labon pe ankahey izhaar...
Kuchh sawaal jo fasaane ban gaye, aur kuchh dard jo aksar raaton ko milne aate hain..."
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"Yeh woh shahar nahi Ghalib, jahaan dost bastey hain...
Yeh qasbah hai naaraaz tanhaaiyon ka,
Yahaan to saaye bhi paraaye hotey hain."
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I am not a poet. Despite being an avid lover & student of literature, I have never been too keen on reading or writing [the latter is something that 99.96% Bengalis try at least once in their lifetime, esp. during their college years, even more so if they go to Presidency College/University or Jadavpur University, & invariably when—not if—they fall in love] poetry. I don't think I have the talent or the patience to write poetry.
The following lines took shape in my mind on some lonely afternoons & pensive nights, & I didn't even notice. They just...happened, & without any effort, if I may add at the cost of sounding a little vain. I don't recall what I was thinking or doing when it happened, but one thing I can assure U of: though they seem a bit Gulzar-ish, they are completely original. With that, I now take the liberty of putting them up here.
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"Bas kuchh dhundhli-dhundhli si yaadein,
Kabhi Kabhie tanhaai ki waadiyon mein,
Ek jhalak dikhaakar,
Bikhre huye armaanon ke toote huye parr lagaakar udd jaate hain..."
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"Woh sard shaam, woh besharm taarein...
Woh bheed ki tanhaai, woh andekhe nazaarein...
Teri rukhsaar pe khamoshi ki nami, merey labon pe ankahey izhaar...
Kuchh sawaal jo fasaane ban gaye, aur kuchh dard jo aksar raaton ko milne aate hain..."
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"Yeh woh shahar nahi Ghalib, jahaan dost bastey hain...
Yeh qasbah hai naaraaz tanhaaiyon ka,
Yahaan to saaye bhi paraaye hotey hain."
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