29 Nov 2010

एक टूटे दिल की शायरी सीधा दिल से!

Well friends, here comes a lame post just to keep this dying blog alive. For those who have no clue what this title (which happens to be in Hindi) translates to, here's what it means - "Poetry of a broken heart straight from the heart". Don't get emotional now!

A couple of these were actually written with a broken heart about four years ago for my ladylove on whom my Cupid Tales were based which were published on this blog earlier this year. 

Please read them the way shayari is recited/read. So, here comes the first - 
Arz kia hai...

सोचा ना था वो  हमें यूँ भूल जायेंगे 
इक छोटी सी खता की हम ऐसी सज़ा पायेंगे 
क्या करें हमें तो भूलना भी नहीं आता 
तुम्हारे लफ्ज़ सुने बिना अब रहा नहीं जाता 
तुम ना हो तो तुम्हारी तस्वीर से बातें कर लिया करते थे 
पर अब तो तुम्हारा अक्स भी हमसे रुसवा रहता है!

Ok, enough of wah wah. Save them for the remaining ones. So, here comes the second. I know the starting is pretty similar.
Once again arz kia hai..

सोचा था कभी तो पलट कर देखो गे इस ओर, 
पर तुम तो नाता ही तोड़ कर चल दिए;
कच्चे धागे थे जो टूट गए, समझाता हूँ अक्सर मैं खुद को, 
पर ये कम्बख्त दिल है कि मानता नहीं!

Can't stop from doing wah wah myself for this one. Well finally, here is another heart broken piece but just from the perspective of a heartbroken poet composed much later than the above two.
For the last time arz kia hai..

शायर ना कहो मुझे, मुझे शायरी नहीं आती,
कुछ लफ्ज़ जोड़ लेता हूँ बस, इनकी अदाएगी नहीं आती!
ज़िंदा ना कहो मुझे, मुझे ज़िन्दगी नहीं आती, 
सांसें भर लेता हूँ बस, इनकी रवानगी नहीं आती!
बन्दा ना कहो मुझे, मुझे बन्दगी नहीं आती,
आंसू  बहा सकता हूँ बस, मुझे शहादतें नहीं आती!
फिर भी जी रहा हूँ मैं, क्यूँ  मौत नहीं आती,
क्या मकसद है ज़िन्दगी का, बात समझ नहीं आती!

In case you do not understand Hindi (though many words are from Urdu too), I am sorry that I can't translate it into English. Maybe it was your lucky day.You can steer clear from this torture.

Ok.. That's it. Now do leave some comments but please, please, please; I don't want any condolences as its a thing of past and the last one is not even straight from the heart but from the brain.

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Sidra Sayeed said...

heartbreak is so well worth it :P (no offence, I know u're a sport)
I've indulged myself in a rhythmic post or two and indeed it wouldn't be possible if I wasn't feeling the way I was when I wrote them.
don't believe me? Check out Zikr on Zurrat ;)
I actually think u might like it.
and yes, to keep with the flow...wah waah!
waaah waaah! waaah waaaah!

PS: Everything is a product of your brain why brand the last one?
PPS: not that it matters but I liked the second one more than the others!

aativas said...

Long back somewhere I read that until 25 years, everybody is a poet.. those who write poetry even after 25 are the poets. So, the second and the third one should give you a pleasure in being a 'true' poet :-)

aativas said...

those who write poetry even after 25 are the poets

Read it as those who write poetry even after 25 are the REAL poets

BK Chowla, said...

Vipul, it is such a pleasure reading you again after so long.

Vipul Grover said...

Thanx Sidra :)
P.S. Well, last one has been branded so bcoz it was not a product of my mental state but just few fancy urdu words joined together or as i say there.. kuchh lafz jod leta hu bas :p
P.P.S. Me too.. wah wah wah wah ;)

yup yup i got ur msg in the frst comment itslf Savitaji.. um pretty smart u c :p
But if what u say is true, thn I am not a real poet as these were written much before i trnd 25 (I am 25 right now) :p

Chowlaji pleasure is all mine.. glad to c u here :D

Arpit said...

Awesome Sher-O-Shayari.. :)
Maja aa gaya..

Vipul Grover said...

Thanks Arpit.. gud to have atleast some patrons for my shayari :D

हरीश said...

इस तरह की शायरी आप यहां पढ़ सकते हैं