EkShayar

 Ek baap aur bete ka rishta thoda alag hota hai. Wahan "I love you" jese words kam aur "Khana kha liya?" ya "Bike dhyan se chalana" jese fikar wale sawal zyada hote hain. Yeh kahani bhi kuch aisi hi hai— Khamosh Mohabbat. Kahani: Purani Scooter aur Naye Sapne: Rohan apne kamre mein baitha pareshan tha. Usne naya blog start kiya tha, par uspar traffic nahi aa raha tha. Use lag raha tha ki shayad uska writer banne ka sapna kabhi pura nahi hoga. Tabhi bahar se wahi purani, khatara scooter ki awaaz aayi— Phut-phat, phut-phat. Rohan ke Papa office se laut aaye the. Unki shirt par hamesha ki tarah thoda paseena aur thodi dhool thi. "Rohan, light on karle, aankhein kharab ho jayengi," Papa ne kamre ke paas se guzarte hue kaha. Rohan ne chid-chidate hue jawab diya, "Kya fayda Papa? Koi mera blog padh hi nahi raha hai." Papa ne kuch nahi kaha. Wo hamesha se aise hi the—kam bolne wale. Wo chup-chap andar gaye aur apne kaam mein lag gaye. Ek Tyag...

  Introduction: Dosti sirf ek shabd nahi, ek ehsaas hai jo humein tab sambhalta hai jab hum khud ko kho dete hain. Aaj ke is blog mein, main aapko ek aisi dosti ki kahani sunane ja raha hoon jo shayad aapko apne us purane dost ki yaad dila de jise aapne muddaton se call nahi kiya. Kahani: Sameer aur Kabir – Do Jism Ek Jaan Sameer aur Kabir bachpan ke dost the. Dono ki duniya ek-doosre se bilkul alag thi. Sameer ek ameer ghar ka beta tha, aur Kabir ke paas sirf uski mehnat aur Sameer ka saath tha. School se lekar college tak, unki dosti ki misaal di jati thi. Par waqt sabka imtehaan leta hai. College khatam hone ke baad, Sameer business ki duniya mein itna ulajh gaya ki use apne purane dost ki yaad hi nahi rahi. Paisa, fame aur naye doston ke beech Kabir kahin peeche chhoot gaya. Kabir ne kai baar koshish ki, par Sameer ke paas ab "waqt" nahi tha. Mod (The Turning Point) : Zindagi ne karwat badli. Sameer ke business mein ek bada loss hua. Uske naye "VIP" dost ek-ek k...

❤❤ Introduction: Hum sabki zindagi mein ek aisa mod aata hai jahan humein lagta hai ki sab khatam ho gaya. Mohabbat mein mili haar aksar insaan ko tod deti hai, par wahi tootna kabhi-kabhi ek nayi shuruaat ki wajah ban jata hai. Aaj ki ye kahani 'Aman' ki hai, jisne seekha ki sabse badi mohabbat khud se hoti hai. Kahani: Toota Hua Dil aur Nayi Udaan Aman ek behad talented writer tha, par uski duniya sirf 'Meera' ke gird ghoomti thi. Jab unka saath chhuta, toh Aman ki kalam ne jaise saans lena band kar diya. Usne likhna chhod diya, logon se milna kam kar diya, aur ek andhere kamre ko apni duniya bana liya. Ek din, apni purani dairy ke panne palat-te waqt use Meera ka likha ek purana note mila: "Aman, tumhari likhavat mein wo dum hai jo murjhaye hue phoolon ko khila sakta hai. Kabhi kisi aur ke liye apni roshni kam mat karna." Wo alfaaz Aman ke dil par chot kar gaye. Usne mehsoos kiya ki wo jis mohabbat ke peeche bhag raha tha, wo mohabbat toh uske andar hi thi—...

  Kabhi‑kabhi zindagi humein aise mod par le aati hai jahan na poora milna naseeb hota hai, na poori judaai. Bas ek adhoori si mohabbat reh jaati hai—yaadon mein, khwabon mein, aur alfaazon ke beech. Ek Adhuri Kahani- Raat ke uss khamosh pehar mein, jab shehar so raha hota hai, Rahul aksar apni khidki ke paas baith kar chaand ko dekha karta tha. Use lagta tha jaise chaand bhi uski tarah adhoora hai—poora hote hue bhi tanha. Zoya uski zindagi mein ek mausam ki tarah aayi thi. Na achanak, na hi poori tarah. Dono ki mulaakaatein kam thi, lekin baatein gehri. Coffee ke cup se zyada garam unki khamoshi hoti thi. Aankhon se baatein hoti thi, aur lafzon ki zarurat kam padti thi. Par mohabbat hamesha mil jaaye, aisa zaroori toh nahi. Zoya ke sapne shehar se bade the, aur Rahul ke hausle zimmedariyon mein uljhe hue. Dono ek‑dusre ko chahte the, par ek‑dusre ko thaam paane jitni himmat shayad waqt ne nahi di. Aur aakhirkar wo din agya jb dono ko alg alg raste pr jana tha. Alvida ke din Zoya ...

  Introduction: Namaste doston! Aaj main is naye blog ke zariye apni shayari aur kahaniyon ki duniya aapke saath share kar raha hoon. Aksar hum sabke paas kuch aisi baatein hoti hain jo zubaan par nahi aati, bas dil mein dabi reh jati hain. Aaj ki meri ye pehli post unhi ehsaas ke naam hai. Ek Choti Kahani: Wo Purani Dairy Sheher ki bhag-daur mein, Poorav ko aaj apni purani almaari ki safai karte waqt ek dhool se bhari dairy mili. Wo dairy uske college ke dino ki thi, jab waqt tham sa gaya tha. Usne panna palta, toh wahan sukha hua ek gulab mila—jo ab sirf ek yaad ban chuka tha. Us gulab ke saath likhi thi wo pehli kavita jo usne kabhi kisi ke liye likhi thi, par kabhi sunayi nahi. Kahaniyan khatam ho jati hain, par unke ehsaas panno par hamesha zinda rehte hain. Meri Pehli Kavita: 'Yaadon ka Safar' Khamoshiyon mein bhi ek shor hota hai, Har purane panno mein ek naya daur hota hai.   Hum dhoondhte hain jise poori duniya mein,   Wo sukoon toh bas apne hi andar kahin chup...