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Rewind - July 2022

This is what I wrote in July + 35000 words. Damn, there is still no end in sight. Wish me luck, though.


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07/02/2022

Aap haunsla rakhiye

Manzil pe pahunchte hi

Aapko apna safar

Sabse zyada khoobsurat lagega



Janaab udd toh

sabhi sakte hai

Bas pankh phailane ka

junoon hona chahiye



Maa ne kaha dhoop hai

Maine maan liya

Ab uske jitni thaandi chhanv

Nahi di hai na aaj tak kisi ne

07/04/2022

जिसने मुझे मेरे बुरे वक़्त में सहलाया 

वही मेरे दिल को भाया

07/07/2022

जो बेवज़ह ख़ुश हो 

बस वो बंदा कमाल है

ना घरवालों से कोई अपेक्षा

ना दुनिया से उसे कोई सवाल है

07/11/2022

अब ले जितने इम्तिहान लेने है ज़िन्दगी

पास फ़ैल का डर नौसिखियों को लगता है


Ab le jitne imtihaan lene hai zindagi

Pass-fail ka darr nausikhiyon ko lagta hai

07/22/2022

ऐसे दोस्त किस काम के

जो साले मजाक ना उड़ाए

और जिस दिन तुम्हारी ज़िन्दगी का सत्यानाश हुआ हो

दो पेग दारु न पिलाये


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