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Bohat dukh hay ke tumne mujhe chora Bohat dukh hay ke tumne mujhe apna na samjha Bohat ghussa hay ke tumne mujhe chora Bohat ghussa hay ke tumne mujhe apna na samjha Mere Paas to is dukh ko baatne ke liye bhi koi nahi Mere Paas to aisa bhi koi nahi jispe apna ghussa nikalun Ekk tum he to thi Jisse apna har gham baat ta Tha mein Ekk tum he to thi Jisse baat karke Mera ghussa Kam Hota Tha Tumhe to mene wo wo batein bataayn Jo kisi se keh nahi sakta Tumpe to mene itna bharosa Kiya jitna kisi pe Kar nahi sakta Apna saara dukh in alfazon pe nikalta *** mein Andaza lagao Meri bebasi ka Andaza lagao mere akele pan ka Apna ghussa in lafzon ke zariye Kam karta *** ab Aakhir kab tak likhta rahun ga ye sab apne gham aur Apne ghusse ko mitane ke liye Aakhir kab tak Kabhi to mujhe sache Dil se samjha Hota Sirf tumhare liye to jeeraha Tha mein Sirf tumhare liye to ye Dil Tha zinda Sirf tumhare liye to ye saansen chalrahi thein Abto apne apse nafrat hogayi hay Ye zindagi bojh bangayi hay Meri kismat mein Aakhir kyun thi itni bezaari Aakhir kyun Tha mein itna badkismat Aakhir kyun
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Dec 11, 2017
Dec 11, 2017 at 11:45 AM UTC
Bohat dukh hay
beneficient warmbody breading thein theun theorsunic alra RA iffic sensunsultie sssss
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Jan 4, 2016
Jan 4, 2016 at 3:44 AM UTC
solarities
laying down in this hellish, warm, barron, land. I crave not eat nor drink. nor crave I shade. ne'r more I crave than to sink my teeth into the soul of you soul guided by glistening stars laugh to open jail cell bars devil's paints to hide your face shrouded you are, always shrouded wash Thein ink off. show me this face you hide. shrouded by happyness you have denied, glance up, teary eyes, cry ne'r more. for with your devil's I'll clean score. hush sweet sinner, lay your head, down in this barren, warm, hellish land of dead. wipe your cheeks on my chest, I'll carve your visage onto my crest lend me your hand, for an instant yet, for me to thank you, dousing my endless regret . washing years of torment away, a dark soul I begot, fear not sweet face. thou hath my soul. erased
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Aug 9, 2017
Aug 9, 2017 at 11:48 AM UTC
sweet sinner