this ‘Yellow-Flower Bouquet’ prettily put on the workstation (sponsored by BOSS) gave birth to these lines.
Completing two years today in this organization, when everyone is celebrating, I pretend to celebrate. What a day Gawd Jee, What a day? And why?
Almost everyone around me, saying, let it go gurl! Letting go is not a sign of weakness. But it’s a sign, how strong one is, to move on. But then I wanna backfire, I wanna ask, Am I strong enough? "No, am not". Let me remain, what I AM. As its been two years, since we parted ways, but still, every moment is afresh & flashing by (Dear Memory, aren’t you a bitch)? Look, what your memory-lane did:
.."Ishq tha jo mera, wo bewafa hai, dil ye mera jaanta hai.
Phir bhi dil-e-gustaakh ki nadaani dekho, iss masoom ko wohi ek shaqs bhaata hai.
Kyun hua guroor us pe tujhe, aye dil-e-saada,
Sabhi ko dekhkar toh,wo shokh muskurata hai.
Jagah jo tere dil me, mere liye, naa ho naa sahi,
Magar ye kya k besharmi se bhari mehfil me nazrein churata hai.
Tumse judi bahut sari yaadon me ek yaadgar ye bhi baki hai,
Ki teri berukhi ka ek daag is dil me aaj bhi jagmagata hai.
Ajeeb si cheez hai ye waqt bhi, jiske bare me log kehte hai,
Ki bulane par kambhakt aata nai aur kabhi aate hi beet jata hai.."
.. Rest of the words drained in tears, so here, let me leave you all with this lifetime gazal by Begum Akhtar Jee. Might it will say, what I couldn't say or missed to say!