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Mere Apne Sapne

Apr 19, 2023
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Updated: Aug 22, 2025

By Nitika Khulbe


Badi door –

Sapne , sapne hote hai

Kuch samaajh ke toh kuch apne hote hai

Kuch bichre aur nayab hote hai

Kuch toh yuhi chadni mein bunne wale sapne hote hai ….

Kuch sadiyo purane sapne bus tut jaate hai aur kuch na sooche huye

yuhi mukkambal ho jaate hai

kuch ko hum samay ki gati ke saath bhool jaate hai aur kuch humari lagan se pure bhi ho jaate hai

kuch ke sapne buss sapne hi reh jaate hai ….

Minyatein mangte mangte , apna karm karte karte kisi roz hum thak se jaate hai

Duniya ke daiyro se bahar jaana ki himmat kabhi kabhi hum yuhi peeche chor se aate hai

Hum raahi hai seene mein saillab leke chlte hai

Aankho mein der saari kahaniya leke chlte hai

Duniya mein apni ek pehchan ho

Aisi aasha man mein rakhte hai

Humari kala se duniya wakif ho

Aisi arziyaan hum mangte firte hai

Musafiro se mat pucho unka tikhana kaha hai

Kyunki darasal baat kuch aisi hai

Voh aaj nhi kal nhi


Par haan uss sitaare jese zaroor chamkenge

Uss chakravyu se bahar zaroor niklenge

Abval toh bananege

Aaj nhi toh kal zaroor banage

Aaj shayad khamoshi se lipte hai

Kal voh hal chal banage

Aaj Mulayam hai toh kal sakt banagenge

Mere kuch sapne hai , bandisho se dur apne kuch sapne hai

Mujhe parvat chod niklna hai

Ab khud se aage niklna hai

Raah bahut dur hai

Magar uss sapne ki pyaas use zyada hai

Toh kyu sangarsh se gabrau

Jab yeh raasta chuna khud meine hai

Kyu mein waqt ko yuh zaya karu

Jab ek din mereko khud ka saya banna hai

Kyunki baat kuch aisi hai

Kuch sapne mere aise hai

Kuch ki junooniyat gehri aur kuch ki payab hai

Kuch sapne hai , mere apne sapne hai


By Nitika Khulbe




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