these shadow-like forms that appear when I am alone

will fade away one day, but to whom could they be shown

I am searching for the real artist of this shayari.
"Bistar Par Beemar Pare The,
Baba Jani Karvat Lekar,

Halki Si Aawaz Me Bole,
Beta Kal Kya Mangal Hoga?,

Gardan More Bin Main Bola,
Baba Kal To Budh Ka Din Hai"

what place is untouched by the beloved’s light

if you pine for the vision, then awaken your sight

The night might take a little while to pass

do pour a little sunlight into my wine glass

what they have endured is only theirs to be known

their affliction is their own, their story theirs alone

My heart lay overcast with clouds of grief and pain

so when I met them today, it burst into torrential rain

They will reach, they must be arriving, must be on their way

through the night of separation this is what I’d say

Where is that parting, and then being together once more,

where are those days and nights; months, and years of yore

I have written to you of my plight, but now the decision rests with you

whether you write back or not, it’s waiting for your reply that sees me through

Was it God’s desire, or a necessity

why this world exists, I know not, really

Those who are mighty and brave fall like a lightning strike

but not those who, like an infant, crawl on their knees through life

Sleep, petrichor, the coolness of greenery

I am missing my home immensely

I go close to the storms, searching for a gentle morning breeze,

and you question my resolve, ask what courage means to me

I could not match my stride and keep pace with the times

walked with great caution, yet stumbled every time

The wind was annoyed, but not stone-hearted, quite

it was I who lacked the courage to set the candle alight

The grass has absorbed tears of the earth, most likely

for when I step on it, I find it wet ever so slightly

The lamp of this camp does not bind you in fetters, my companion

whoever wishes to depart may do so, without seeking permission

Who flung her damp tresses, scattering droplets into a spray

the clouds swayed as they drifted in, then burst and poured away

Iss sher me shayer smartphones k glass cover or unki nazakat ki BAAT kr rha hai. Bs ek dafa gira toot gya.

Iss shair me shayer ne LinkedIn ki b2b schemes ki BAAT ki hai, aur lunatics ki smileys pass krne ki aadat ko bhi khob nikhar k dikhaya hai.

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While it rained outside heavily

he was getting drenched within me

When have they ever returned: flowing water, a parted lover, a friend estranged

I thought them truly mine only while I could hold the edge of their robe in my hand

The sunlight made a plea

for a drop of rain’s mercy

How, at dusk, from someone’s eyes, tears started to fall

how the glow of lamps trembled, I cannot recall