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Guftugu

 


                                      Thodi pagal thodi si nakchadi

uske pehle bhi aisi uske baad bhi

Usne kuch badal diya tha mujhe

ya yun keh lo maine khud ko thoda badal liya tha


Dheere dheere roz fir se jeena seekha

kal thoda aaj thoda

Bass khud ko ye bata rahi hun ki

mai thoda khush thoda udaas hun


Mai khud se kaafi waqt baad mil rahi hun

thoda totla rahi hu thoda ladkhada rahi hun

jod rahi hun mai saare tukde

panne palat te hue thoda musqura bhi rahi hun


Hum ageh badte rahe yuhin lekin dua mien hamesha yaad rahe

uski fariyaad kar rahi hun

Usko nahi bhool rahi

bass khud ko zyada yaad ho rahi hun


Chota sa pitaara aur khushiyan itni ki sambhalne ko zyada

itne kisse humare par aisa lag raha hai hume waqt mila tha bass aadha

Mai ek aur baar unse chahti hu guzarna

ek baar naye se purani baatien mehsoos chahti hu karna


Guftugu jo uski baaton mien beeti hai

mai bhool gayi thi ki hawa uske bina bhi meethi hai

Dhoop uske bina bhi garam hai

muddaton baad apne yaaron ke gale milne ka ehsaas ab bhi naram hai


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Until next time
Love always
S


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