Khud ko na samjha kabhi...
Na khud ko h mene jaana...
Jiya h auro k liye..
Bs mene to ye he h mana...
Khud ko samjhne ki kabhi jarurat bhi na samjhi...
Aur mai nasamajh ye samjhti rahi ki kyu na samjha dusro ne kabhi...
Apne sapno ka gaala ghota...
Ek chote se samjhauote ke liye...
Hamesha he maara h khud ko kissi na kissi k liye...
Saabhi ki baat h suni...
Pr khud ki awaj ko he bhula diya...
Mene khud se khudh he ko hai mitta diya...
Udnaa chahti thi kabhi ek khule aasman me...
Pr kat diye khud he ke pankh...
Kisi ki choti se muskaan ke peeche apna liye mene wo saare gum...
Sab kuch to he khoya mene
Na kabhi kuch h paya...
Hmesha khud ki pehchaan ko he...
Mene apne hantho se h mittaya...
Tod diye wo saare sapne...
Mar diya khawahishon ko...
Bn chaali hu ek jinda lash...
Aur chod diya mene khud ko...
- RASHMI CHOURASIA
YOU ARE READING
DARD...The Pain Of My Heart.
PoetryThis book is a collection of my poetry. Poems that are not just few words with rhyming.. but they are feelings engraved in pain and emotions. They are not just words but my life.
