دل کی بستی میں چراغوں کو بجھا رہا ہوں
میں اندھیروں میں بھی خود کو ہی ڈھونڈتا رہا ہوں
جن کو اپنا سمجھا، وہ سب دور نکلتے گئے
میں محبت کے عوض درد ہی پاتا رہا ہوں
میری آواز کسی تک بھی نہ پہنچی شاید
میں تو برسوں سے فقط خود کو بلاتا رہا ہوں
لوگ کہتے ہیں کہ حالات بدل جاتے ہیں
میں مگر وقت کے ہاتھوں ہی بدلتا رہا ہوں
جس کو سینے سے لگایا تھا کبھی اپنا سمجھ کر
وہی ہر موڑ پہ مجھ سے مجھے چھینتا رہا ہوں
کسی نے حال نہ پوچھا، نہ کسی نے سمجھا
میں ہنستا بھی رہا، درد بھی سہتا رہا ہوں
رات بھر آنکھ سے بہتے رہے خاموش آنسو
صبح ہوتے ہی انہیں سب سے چھپاتا رہا ہوں
اب تو آئینے سے نظریں بھی ملانا مشکل
اپنے چہرے میں کئی لوگ گنواتا رہا ہوں
کاش اک شخص کبھی بیٹھ کے اتنا کہہ دیتا
"میں ہوں نا" — اسی اک لفظ کو ترستا رہا ہوں
نہ شکایت ہے کسی سے، نہ کوئی شکوہ مجھے
اپنی قسمت کو ہی خاموش سناتا رہا ہوں
اب کسی در پہ امید لیے جاؤں بھی تو کیوں
میں تو ہر در سے کئی بار پلٹتا رہا ہوں
زندگی مجھ سے مسلسل یہی کہتی رہی
اور میں ٹوٹ کے بھی خود کو بچاتا رہا ہوں
آخرِ شب یہی احساس مجھے مار گیا
میں سب کا تھا، مگر خود سے ہی جدا رہا ہوں۔
So complicated that I had to get AI to translate this amazing poem. Is this correct and is there a title? I write poetry too but in English sadly. Urdu is such a beautiful poetic language. Wish I had enough patience to learn it.
No one asked how I was, no one understood, I kept smiling, yet I kept enduring the pain.
All night, silent tears kept flowing from my eyes, And when morning came, I hid them from everyone.
Now even meeting my own eyes in the mirror is difficult; I keep seeing so many different people wandering across my face.
If only someone would sit beside me one day and simply say, “I’m here” — I have yearned for that one little phrase.
I have no complaint against anyone, nor any grievance against myself; I simply keep silently telling my fate its own story.
Why should I go to anyone’s door carrying hope now? I have already turned back from every door many times.
Life kept telling me the same thing again and again, And even after breaking, I kept trying to save myself.
In the end, this feeling killed me: I belonged to everyone, yet I remained separated from myself.
In the settlement of my heart, I watched the lamps being extinguished; Even in the darkness, I kept searching for myself.
Those I thought were my own kept moving farther and farther away; In return for love, all I kept receiving was pain.
Perhaps my voice never reached anyone; For years, I have merely been calling out to myself.
People say that circumstances change, But I kept changing at the hands of time.
The one I once held close, believing them to be mine, Was the very one who kept taking me away from myself at every turn.
No one asked how I was, no one understood, I kept smiling, yet I kept enduring the pain.
All night, silent tears kept flowing from my eyes, And when morning came, I hid them from everyone.
Now even meeting my own eyes in the mirror is difficult; I keep seeing so many different people wandering across my face.
If only someone would sit beside me one day and simply say, “I’m here” — I have yearned for that one little phrase.
I have no complaint against anyone, nor any grievance against myself; I simply keep silently telling my fate its own story.
Night comes and deepens the silence; The memory of you makes me cry even more.
I think I have finally forgotten you, Then one trace of your fragrance brings everything back to me.
If only there were someone who could understand even my silence, Who could read the words hidden within my tone.
Even if I say nothing, may they still understand what is in my heart, And simply remain beside me, without saying anything.
I do not want love to be displayed like wealth; I only want a little place in someone’s heart.
Someone whose absence would be felt when they went away, And whose return would feel like someone I had known for a lifetime.
I am tired of trying to understand this world; People kept arriving, while their faces kept changing.
Now, my only wish is this, O foolish heart: May someone come who is truly mine, and does not change.
And when the final rain falls and this world is drenched, May someone be sitting beside me, as though they have been there forever.
May I remain silent, and may they remain silent too, And say only with their eyes: “I am here, with you.”
When loneliness goes beyond all limits, until there is no conversation even with oneself, May someone come to soothe the heart, someone face to face.
May the night be silent, with moisture lingering in the eyes; May someone feel like my own, and bring a little peace to my heart.
Even while remaining silent, we have sent out so many cries; If only someone would understand what our pain really is.
Life simply passes by without someone, Yet the heart still longs for someone of its own, face to face.
Sometimes someone may appear through the windows of memory, And, for no reason at all, gently soothe some wound in the heart.
The grief we have been hiding for years, If only someone would ask — perhaps even the eyes would grow moist.
How many voices have we silenced for the sake of the world, How many desires have we buried behind excuses.
We said goodbye to everyone with a smile, But there was no one there to reconcile with our heart.
Now even the mirror seems strangely unfamiliar to me; Even my own face seems like a stranger.
The person with whom I can sit for hours, pouring out everything inside me — I still cannot find anyone who truly feels like my own.
Night comes and deepens the silence; The memory of you makes me cry even more.
I think I have finally forgotten you, Then one trace of your fragrance brings everything back to me.
