tum jitni baar puchti ho
ke tumhe hua kya hai
utni baar ik nai nazm jaagti hai zehen me
aur utni hi baar ankahi reh jaati hai
kyunki lafz ab dagabaz lagte hain
khamoshi se ishq badta jaata hai
theek waise hi jaise mera badta ishq
khamosh sa hota jaa raha hai
khamosh par shayad iklauti wo chiz
jo khokhli nahi hai dougli nahi hai-
baaki har chiz ki tarha
shayad hame bhi ab
khamosh ho jana chahiye
ke tumhe hua kya hai
utni baar ik nai nazm jaagti hai zehen me
aur utni hi baar ankahi reh jaati hai
kyunki lafz ab dagabaz lagte hain
khamoshi se ishq badta jaata hai
theek waise hi jaise mera badta ishq
khamosh sa hota jaa raha hai
khamosh par shayad iklauti wo chiz
jo khokhli nahi hai dougli nahi hai-
baaki har chiz ki tarha
shayad hame bhi ab
khamosh ho jana chahiye
[Whenever you ask what has happened to me
Each of those times a new poem rises in my mind
And each time it remains unsaid
Because now I find that words always betray me
And so my love for silence increases
just like my increasing love is becoming silent.
Silent but maybe the only thing
which is not hollow, not double faced-
like everything else in this world
Maybe we should too
become silent now.]
This is such a beautiful poem. I feel that it is very innocent, soft and still has a sense of sadness because the lover is not able to express all that he feels. I love the lines:
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theek waise hi jaise mera badta ishq
khamosh sa hota jaa raha hai'
I think these lines speak a lot about how unconditional love keeps growing even when it isn't reciprocated. Kudos!