Published July 19, 2026
Aise hi kuch likh dun waah waahi ke liye?
Ya aapki khushi ke liye?
Jarur likhta, par aatma nahi maanti.
Aur main bs aatma ki sunta hun.
Jahan kehti hai vahin jata hun.
Jo kehti hai vahi karta hun.
Banki sab to shor hai.
Dusro ki raay ko sach maan lun,
apni aatma ki hatya karke?
ye mujhse na hoga.
Dusra kya karta hai, kya sochta hai,
mujhe manjoor hai, main ladta nahi,
uski duniya hai vo, mujhe us se kya.
aur meri aatma ko jo chahiye,
use us se kya.
maine bhi logon ki bat sach maan li thi.
maine bhi soch liya tha ki mujhe kisi se prem ho gaya hai.
lekin vo prem mera apna tha, aseem, apaar, gehra.
vo kabhi kahin gaya hi nahi, uske chale jaane ke bad.
fir main khil khila ke hans pada, khud par hi.
kitna moorkh tha main, apne bheetar us prem ko kahin dafn karne ke liye.
maine apna bheetar, hath badhaya us prem ki taraf,
uske choote hi mujhe ehsaas hua ki mere hi liye ruka tha vo.
aur main bahar kisi aur ke prem ki talaash kar raha tha.
waah waahi bhi mere andar hai, prem bhi. mere hi bheetar hai.
mera apna nirnay hai ki main kya mehsoos karunga, ye koi dusra ab kabhi nirdharit nahi karega, kabhi bhi nahi.
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I had to put this through a translator so sorry if i got something wrong!
It is a great piece on writing and the pressure placed on writers. I can say that it personally drives me bananas. The feeling of being afraid to write something because of what other people will think, or to condone something in your writing because of what you are afraid someone might say are very familiar to me, and i enjoyed this poem.
The POV character finally deciding that love is within them is a very satisfying conclusion. Even though it is written in a language i dont speak, its meaning is perspicuous.
Nicely written. I liked the way it intrigued the reader in the beginning. Repetition is nicely used, and overall it's a nice poem.
I guess it can be improved a bit, though. Maybe some words could be used more precisely. Still, I was able to get the idea of what you're trying to say. Self-love is important, and yeah, we shouldn't care too much about this materialistic world. Just be yourself, enjoy your life, and do whatever you wanna do.
There's a part where you said, "mujhe manjoor hai, main ladta nahi." I took it as everyone has their own perspective, and you don't feel the need to argue over it. I'm a bit different—I argue what is right as much as I can, but if it doesn't really matter, then I just become silent.
Overall, nice poem. I enjoyed reading it, and the words were simple, so it can be understood by everyone.
It was meant to be unfiltered voice of soul. nothing more, nothing less. Glad you liked it.