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Thoda Sa Aur Theher Jaa

Dec 28, 2022
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By Gopal Ahir


Chalo vakt aa gaya aakhir,

Tumse juda hone ka,

Tumhe dekhne k liye tarasne ka,

Aur yeh tanhayion ko gale lagane ka,


Roke na rukegi tu,

Aab jo man tune ban liya hai,

Phir bhi dil aaj keh raha hai,

Ruk jaa, Ruk jaa.


Kuch din honge tere liye,

Mere liye akela din aur lambi yeh ratein hain,

Tera hath pakadkar karni muje,

Kuch mithi baatein hai.


Yeh to bus yuh hi keh diya,

Varna baton me sirf ladai hogi,

Pure din ki judai hogi,

Aur raat ko phir mana lene ki kosis hogi.


Sir dard kar raha hai mera,

Jese fat raha hai kuch aandar,

Tu bus hath lagade,

Shant ho jaiga vo bavandar.


Tuje jaate dekhne ki aadat nahi hai muje,

Khyal aata tha to keh leta tha khudse,

Rok lunga tujko varna samja lunga khudko.




Teri aavaj sun ne k liye tadpunga,

Tera chehra yaad bohot aaiga,

Teri naakchadi si setaniya,

Aur vo teri julfe sab kuch,

Sab kuch…..


Par ek vada kiya hai khudko,

Nahi bulaunga tujko,

Na teri aavaj, naa tera chehra,

Na teri koi baat aur na teri aadat,

Pura jine dunga tuje aur sayad khud ko.


Sayad aab kuch din aas pass na milu,

Kisi bagiche me akela betha milu,

Tere khat ka javab muskil se du,

Tuje khud me hi rehne du.


Vapas to tu aaigi lautkar,

Din sayad zyada lagenga,

Intzaar meri khoobi hai,

Tu muj me bakhubi hai.


Pohoch jana tu sambhalkar,

Iss jalim duniya se bachkar,

Cheer dena sabko,

Ek peni talvar banker.


Bus aab ek aakhiri baat,

Mukamal to na hogi,

Par kehne de,

Thoda sa aur theher jaa,

Aaj bus yahi rukja,

Mere upper muje lapetkar,

Thodi si aahe bharkar,

Kuch yu so jaa,

Uss vakt ko rok le,

Muje khud me sokh le,

Hath pakadkar mera,


Thoda sa aur....

Thoda sa aur....

Thoda sa aur theher jaa.


By Gopal Ahir



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