ممکن ہے کہ تُو جس کو سمجھتا ہے بہاراں
اَوروں کی نگاہوں میں وہ موسم ہو خزاں کا
شاید کہ زمیں ہے یہ کسی اور جہاں کی
تُو جس کو سمجھتا ہے فلک اپنے جہاں کا!ﻣﻤﮑﻦ ﮨﮯ ﻣﺠﮫ ﭘﮧ ﺭﺣﻢ ﮨﻮ ﯾﺎ ﻣﺠﮫ ﺳﮯ ﺳﻮﺍﻝﮨﻮ
ﻣﻤﮑﻦ ﮨﮯ ﻣﯿﺮﮮ ﺳﻮﺍﻝ ﭘﮧ ﻭﮦ ﻻ ﺟﻮﺍﺏ ﮨﻮ
ﻣﻤﮑﻦ ﮨﮯ ﭼﺸﻢِ ﻧﻢ ﮐﻮ ﺳﺘﺎﺭﮦ ﻧﮧ ﮐﺮ ﺳﮑﻮ
ﻣﻤﮑﻦ ﮨﮯ ﺗﻢ ﺑﮭﯽ ﮐﻮﺋﯽ ﺍﺷﺎﺭﮦ ﻧﮧ ﮐﺮ ﺳﮑﻮ
ﻣﻤﮑﻦ ﮨﮯ ﺯﮨﺮ ﺩﮮ ﮐﺮ ﺍﺩﺍ ﮐﺮ ﺩﻭ ﺯﻧﺪﮔﯽ
ﻣﻤﮑﻦ ﮨﮯ ﯾﮧ ﮐﺮﻡ ﺑﮭﯽ ﺩﻭﺑﺎﺭﮦ ﻧﮧ ﮐﺮ ﺳﮑﻮ
ﻣﻤﮑﻦ ﮨﮯ ﻣﯿﺮﺍ ﺣﮑﻢ ﺑﮭﯽ ﺗﻢ ﮐﻮ ﻗﺒﻮﻝ ﮨﻮ
ﻣﻤﮑﻦ ﮨﮯ ﺍﻟﺘﺠﺎ ﺑﮭﯽ ﮔﻮﺍﺭﮦ ﻧﮧ ﮐﺮ ﺳﮑﻮ
ﻣﻤﮑﻦ ﮨﮯ ﺩﻭ ﻗﺪﻡ ﭘﮧ ﺑﺪﻝ ﺟﺎﺅ ﺭﺍﺳﺘﮧ
ﻣﻤﮑﻦ ﮨﮯ ﻋﻤﺮ ﺑﮭﺮ ﺑﮭﯽ ﮐﻨﺎﺭﮦ ﻧﮧ ﮐﺮ ﺳﮑﻮ
ﻣﻤﮑﻦ ﮨﮯ ﻣﯿﺮﮮ ﺑﻐﯿﺮ ﺑﮭﯽ ﺑﯿﺘﺎ ﻟﻮ ﺯﻧﺪﮔﯽ
ﻣﻤﮑﻦ ﮨﮯ ﺍﭘﻨﮯ ﺳﺎﺗﮫ ﺑﮭﯽ ﮔﺰﺍﺭﮦ ﻧﮧ ﮐﺮ ﺳﮑﻮThe life and its turns, more like blooming autumns; a tale of nature exhibiting the dazzling shades of fall. Every color, carrying it's story of evolution with a pleasant grace leaving behind the trails of past, reflecting the prism of future.
The fusion of serenity & melancholy. The gone, the gift and the gain, represented in the chaotic hues of autumnal leaves.Many autumns back, there was a home of family, of friendship, of love, that were woven together in beautiful patterns until few events transformed their lives just like the crimson hues of autumnal equinox.
"Come here you both!"
Hamid Saeed called both, among whom one was his son by blood and the other was treated no less.
"Bchpn se tum dono ek dusrey ko sath ho. ab itney jawaan jahan tk hogye ho k bussiness sambhaal lia hai. Lekin barrey kb hona hai tum dono ne?"
CITEȘTI
RANJISH HI SAHI [𝕮𝖔𝖒𝖕𝖑𝖊𝖙𝖊𝖉]
Spiritualeتم سے رنجش بھی ہے اختلاف بھی اور کچھ ع ش ق بھی ᴍᴀɴʏ ʟɪᴠᴇs ᴇɴᴛᴀɢʟᴇᴅ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ; ᴇxᴘᴇʀɪᴇɴᴄɪɴɢ ʙᴏɴᴅs, ᴀᴅᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀᴇs, ғᴜɴ, ʟᴏᴠᴇ, ᴘʀᴏᴍɪsᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛʙʀᴇᴀᴋs. ᴡʜᴏ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴡɪɴ? ʜᴜʀᴛ? ᴛʀᴜsᴛ? ʟᴏᴠᴇ? ꧁ʙᴏᴏᴋ ɪs ɪɴ ᴇɴɢʟɪsʜ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴ ᴜʀᴅᴜ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜ (ᴀs ʏᴏᴜ sᴇᴇ ɪɴ ᴛɪᴛʟᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅ...