Your condition is no different than mine
We got what we didn't want, no regrets yet.
The lines of hands kept doing wonders
What happened we didn't do, no regrets yet.
Is it called fate, is it called destiny?
That we take breath at someone's will.
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तेरा भी हाल मेरे हाल से जुदा नहीं
जो चाहा हमने मिला नहीं
जो मिला उसका गिला नहीं
लकीरें हाथों की, कमाल करती रही
वो हुआ जो किया नहीं
जो करना था वो हुआ नहीं
क्या मुक़द्दर इसे कहते है, क्या तक़दीर ये होती है
सांसे हम लेते है और मर्ज़ी किसी की चलती है
Dheron sawal jiska koi jawab nahi milta. Shayad issi kashmakash ka naam hi zindagi hai. Beautifully expressed.
Excellent poem embellished by some beautiful images. Some remind me of the dialogues from Hindi movies Mugha-e-Azam and Pakeezah.
Wah wah janab. Sans hum lete hain aur Marzi kisi sur ki....kya khub kha gaye Asim janab kaya pal kay bal sab lagne laga hai ab barabar.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very well written poem, I enjoyed it.