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ना मौसम की खता थी, ना तन्हाइयों का कसूर था, तेरे कदरदान थे हम, बस ये मेरा फितूर था, इश्क़ पे इतना गुरुर था, तेरा हर सितम कुबूल था, तेरे दीदार के लिए तो, अश्कों में फना होना भी मंजूर था, तेरे लिए गिटार बजाते थे, पर वो सब बेफिजूल था -Manku Allahabadi Guitar #Guitar #FitooR #LoveIsBlind

ना मौसम की खता थी, ना तन्हाइयों का कसूर था, तेरे कदरदान थे हम, बस ये मेरा फितूर था, इश्क़ पे इतना गुरुर था, तेरा हर सितम कुबूल था, तेरे दीदार के लिए तो, अश्कों में फना होना भी मंजूर था, तेरे लिए गिटार बजाते थे, पर वो सब बेफिजूल था -Manku Allahabadi Guitar #Guitar #FitooR #LoveIsBlind

Vikash Kamboj

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वक्त के मारे हुए लोग अपनी कीमत जानते है, उन्हे खरीदना आसान है, वो दो रोटी में बिक जाते हैं। ©Vikash Kamboj #price

वक्त के मारे हुए लोग अपनी कीमत जानते है, उन्हे खरीदना आसान है, वो दो रोटी में बिक जाते हैं। ©Vikash Kamboj #price

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खुद की जान पर बन आयी तो , उनके सब सितम मुनासिब हो गये, ज़िन्दगी आज तेरे हर दाम वाजिब हो गये ...... Price

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कीमती तो! ना तू है! ना ही मै हूं! बस एक रिश्ता है जो हमें अनमोल बना देता है #price

कीमती तो! ना तू है! ना ही मै हूं! बस एक रिश्ता है जो हमें अनमोल बना देता है #price

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Jagjeet Singh Jaggi... ख़्वाबगाह...!

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Whose guitar is that? I think I know. Its owner is quite sad though. It really is a tale of woe, I watch him frown. I cry hello. From the far distance To which stance my throat sores. He gives his guitar a shake, And sobs until the tears it make . The only other sound's the break, Of distant waves and birds awake. The guitar is tall, smart and deep, But he has promises to keep, Until then he shall not . He lies in bed with ducts that weep. He rises from his bitter bed, With thoughts of sadness in his head, He idolises being dead. Facing the day with never ending dread. My lonely guitarist Always far from being artist, Plays the smart guitar In the most bizarre bleep. ©Jagjeet Singh Jaggi... ख़्वाबगाह...! #Guitar

Whose guitar is that? I think I know. Its owner is quite sad though. It really is a tale of woe, I watch him frown. I cry hello. From the far distance To which stance my throat sores. He gives his guitar a shake, And sobs until the tears it make . The only other sound's the break, Of distant waves and birds awake. The guitar is tall, smart and deep, But he has promises to keep, Until then he shall not . He lies in bed with ducts that weep. He rises from his bitter bed, With thoughts of sadness in his head, He idolises being dead. Facing the day with never ending dread. My lonely guitarist Always far from being artist, Plays the smart guitar In the most bizarre bleep. ©Jagjeet Singh Jaggi... ख़्वाबगाह...! #Guitar