Time doesn’t heal some wounds…

The original poem is in my native language Hindi

Image from Seema Pillay

Thoughts have no limits

Kuch Zakhmon ko waqt bhi nahi bharta…

Ab dil nahi dukhta unki meherbani hai

Unhe wado se mukarne ki aadat si ho gai hai

Kuch sawaalon k jawaab aaj bhi gumshuda hain

Ab jawaab dhoondhna hi zindagi si ho gayi hai

Kisine kaha Tha ki khuda ab mandir mein nahi milte

Sach to ye hai ab unse Milna hi ibaadat si ho gayi hai

Chaar din ki chaandni bhi kya khoob rang laayi hai

Ek lamha wo door kya gaye hothon ko shikayat si ho gayi hai

Dil ki kashti sambhale nahi sambhli aaj bhi

Par jo rula k gaye aansoon aaj to waqalat si ho gayi hai

Dil bhar aega aaj in aankhon ki kashti mein

Saath na ho tera to samjho rukavat si ho gayi Hai

Kambakht toot kar bhi dhadane ki baat karta hai

Ab dil ka dhadkna bhi zaroorat si ho gayi hai

Dard liye Bina diya nahi jata, ae zalim, zulm na Kar

Jab ye ehsaas ho jaye to mano sharafat si ho gayi hai

Ek sawaal hai – Kyon saath nahi nibha payi ye zindagi

Ab maut ka intazaar hi chahat si ho gayi hai

Hum nahi pukarenge dobara ab tumara Hai ye Faisala

Bas ab to intazaar karne ki aadat si ho gayi hai