It has always felt like that.
The problems, bad times, would come.. and go. Scars would be left. Time has already shown bad, worse phases, but hands kept help strongly. Dunno why, my ground is much more shaky today. Recent weeks have shown me that good times are not forever.
तूफ़ान तो आना है,
आकर चले जाना है,
बादल है ये दो पल का ,
छा कर चले जाना है,
परछाईयाँ रह जाती,
रह जाती निशानी है,
जिंदगी और कुछ भी नहीं
तेरी मेरी कहानी है।
Or maybe .... another phase of life has reached its end now.
I had thought my present phase would not end before the life itself , but I guess I was wrong. My heart is still hopeful. My mind is not. The beliefs are shaken.
तू धार है नदिया की,
में तेरा किनारा हूँ,
तू मेरा सहारा है,
में तेरा सहारा हूँ।
Everything is a phase.
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यह तो हम सब की कहानी है।
हिन्दी में और भी लिखियर।
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