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Sochta hu ki tujhe ek khat likhu | Hindi Poem | Learn What I Know

 

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Introduction

This poem holds a special place in my heart. A few months ago, while I was sitting alone in my room, a few words came to me as I was speaking with someone dear to me. I simply arranged those words, and this poem emerged. At the time, I didn't quite understand why it came to me, especially since everything seemed to be going so well. But now, I think I know the answer. This poem has become a way of life for me, a breath of fresh air that keeps me going. It has been my constant companion through the ups and downs, and I believe it always will be.

Setting the Stage

Picture yourself in a quiet space, where every corner of the room echoes with memories and whispers of unspoken words. It’s late at night, and the world outside is hushed, while inside, your thoughts are alive, weaving stories and emotions that only you understand. This is the moment when your mind wanders back to someone special—a person who unknowingly leaves traces in every thought, every breath.


This poem is like a letter from a guy to a girl he once loved. They were together once, sharing moments that felt like they could last forever, but eventually, they parted ways. As he sits alone, he thinks about her, and these thoughts take the shape of a letter he wishes to write to her—hoping, in his heart, that it might convince her to stay. Through the journey of this poem, he lays bare his soul, expressing every emotion, every plea to make her understand his love.


But by the end, something changes within him. His trust is broken, his heart is shattered into pieces, and all the words he once wished to say to her lose their meaning. He reaches a rough decision—not to send the letter, not to ask her to stay. Instead, he decides to keep everything to himself, to tear that letter apart because he knows that all he wants now is to be alone. Forever.

Sochta hu ki tujhe ek khat likhu,

Sochta hu ki tujhe ek khat likhu,

Us khat me man ki har baat likhu,
Dil ke andar ke sare jazbaat likhu,
Mohabbat ko Teri mai hayaat (life) likhu.
Aur fir usko mai Teri khairaat likhu.

Likhu ki kaise tu mere yaadon me hai,
Kaise zikar Tera mere har baton me hai,
Un baato par bhi koi baat likhu,
Dil ke mai apne har sawalat likhu,

Likhu Un sawalon ke khud he jawab likhu,
Ankhon ko tere mai sarab likhu
Tujhse milna hai kaise ek khwaab likhu,
Aur un khawabon par fir Mai ek kitab likhu.

Ki likhu us kitab me hamari kahani likhu,
Us kahani me tujhko meri ankho ka Pani likhu,
Tere sagh ki hue har nadani likhu,
Aur ab kaise hai zindagi bitani likhu,

Ki likhu us khanai me tujhko mere har saans likhu,
Tujhko is pyase ki pyas likhu,
Tere sangh mere zindagi ko khaas likhu,
Mere zindagi ko tere ek talash likhu

Ki likhu Tere sangh hone ko is zindagi me kafi likhu,
Meri har galti ki tujhse Mai mafi likhu,
Ki fir mera mai tujhse bichd jana likhu,
Hum toote nhi koi Aisa bahana likhu,

Likhu us bahane me chupa ke hamari har raat likhu,
Thoda he sahi par Tera sath likhu,
Duniya ke samjh se pare koi baat likhu,
Aur ho mumkin to koi mulakaat likhu.

Ki likhu fir Mai apne Dil ke sare armaan wapas dil ke kone me dafna du,
Aur jo likha tha khat tujhe wo tujhe bhejne ki jgha jala du.






Thank you for reading this poem. I hope it resonates with you and inspires you to share your own thoughts and feelings. Please feel free to leave comments, share the poem, and check out my other work.

Cheers,
Gyan

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