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Kuch Aisi Hai Ye Doori

Mar 4, 2023
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By Ruchika Khandelwal


Tammannayein meri bhi kuch iss kadar hai

Kyunki doori tumse pal pal ab mujhe bhi khal rahi hai



Paas rehte nahi hum zyada

Paas rehte nahi hum zyada

Par jo uss ehsaas ki manzuri bhi ab dhal rahi hai

Toh na jaane bechaini mujhmein kyun itna sambhal rahi hai

Kyunki ye doori ab mujhe bhi bohot khal rahi hai



Khaas tumhe hona the mera,

Bohot khaas tumhe hona tha mera,

Ye toh main khud ko pehle hi bata chuki hai.

Par kaash tumhe hona tha mera


Akhir ye kaise hua ki tumhare liye ye dhadkan kabhi bhad kabhi bas chal rahi hai

Na jaane kyun, ab tumse ye doori mujhe bhi khal rahi hai






Woh lagatar baatein,

Unn baaton mein woh vaadein

Woh nahi hai toh pata nahi kyun meri saansein bhi kabhi aadhi kabhi poori chal rahi hai

Nahi pata akhir kyun besabri si zehen mein ghar kar rahi hai

Akhir kyun ab tumse ye doori mujhe itna besabar kar rahi hai

Akhir kyun tumse ye doori mujhe itni khal rahi hai



Iraade ab buland hain

Iraade ab itne buland hain

Ki kahi main sach mein udke hi tumhare paas na chale aaun


Chahatein ab itni kaabil

Ki ab bas tumhare hi rang mein rang jaun


Vaaste ab itne hain

Ki vaadon ki jagah hi nahi bachi


Haal ab mere kuch iss kadar hain

Ki rahatein bhi mukkammal hone ke liye

Tumahri haazri ka pegaam maangne lagi


Kuch iss tarah hi tumhare ishq-e-rahat ki ghadi bhi chal rahi hai

Kyunki shayad tumhe bhi ye dhuri itna hi khal rahi hai


By Ruchika Khandelwal





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