Har roz dile-kambakht ki ek nayi khawaish hoti hai... kitne mare aur kitne chatpata rahein hain abhi... iska hisaabe-bayaan to mushkil hai na jaane abr ki kokh mein kitne taare tute aur kitne jagmaga rahein hain abhi....
yeh kya bereham maamul hai bhala? shab rakhti hai bedar mujhe... badle mein deti bhi hai to... ek tukda khavaiish aur ek qatra khawab... dono hi khalishe-khaar se bhi mahiib hain!
I was suffering from insomnia since long. And on those nights I would dream. In the dreams I kissed the words, wooed the feelings..I wrote and I wrote to never stop, when suddenly came a night of sleep. And dreams were dead!
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