🎵Dard-E-Dil Dard-E-Jigar by Mohammad Rafi

The saddest thing is breaking someone's heart. But you know the most beautiful sad thing ?

The beauty in the voice of the broken person 

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He had already broken his heart once and carrying now the pain of it was itself heavy. But well shit. Life said take 2

Double chance

But it ached

Not everyone wants second chances.

They’re happy with the pain of only one love, their true one. 

But heartbeat rose when her eyes clashed with his, hers fire, his soft. 

Love make people weak, so truly said. 

Darde dil darde jigar… he strummed his guitar meeting the fury eyes again

Dil me jagaya aapne… his heart ached but he didn’t stopped

Darde dil darde jigar, Dil me jagaya aapne…. He turned around and closed his eyes

Pehle toh mai shayar tha

Pehle toh mai shayar tha… he remembers his first love

Aashik banaya aapne.. 

Darde dil darde jigar, Dil me jagaya aapne

Darde dil darde jigar, Dil me jagaya aapne

He had met her in the same way. Eyes had collided, with fury then from both sides. He had strummed the guitar and lost his heart. Now seemed like history was repeating itself but he wished it didn’t. 

Heart is a precious thing. Nobody else should be given his, because they don’t carry it well now. They just break it.

Aapki… madhosh… najare

Kar rahi hain shayari

Unknown to him, his eyes again collided the fury ones. 

Aapki madhosh najare

Kar rahi hain shayari..

Yeh ghajal meri nahi

Yeh ghajal hai aapki.. 

He was the poet, she was the poetry

He was the writer, she was the story

It was him who wrote, it was her whom about he wrote

Maine toh bas woh likha

Jo kuchh likhaya aapne…

He strummed his guitar furiously.

Darde dil darde jigar Dil me jagaya aapne

Darde dil darde jigar Dil me jagaya aapne.

He slows down humming the song. 

Guess emotions still exist

But pain exists more. 

He turned wanting to see those same eyes and but she had vanished. He turned around again, seeing if she had switched seats but no.

He sighed taking a deep breath and continued 

Kab kaha sab kho gayi

Jitni bhi thi parchhaiyan

Uth gayi yaro ki mehfil

Ho gayi tanhaiyan..

Again, the same fate. Maybe he was meant to be lonely. He accepted it with a heavy heart, the dull aching heart but strummed more beautiful voice this time. 

Kab kaha sab kho gayi

Jitni bhi thi parchhaiyan

Uth gayi yaro ki mehfil

Ho gayi tanhaiyan

Seemed like, she was the end game of his story. Like a play, she was the falling curtain which now has marked the end of the play, the tale, the story, his life story. 

Kya kiyaa shayad koyi

Parda giraya aapne

Darde dil darde jigar, Dil me jagaya aapne

Darde dil darde jigar, Dil me jagaya aapne

Was it the end again? 

Aur thodi der me bas

Ham juda ho jayenge..

This was just an assurance he was giving himself but in reality she had gone really far. But.. ‘dil hai ki manta nahi.’

Aur thodi der me bas

Ham juda ho jayenge

Aapko dhundunga

Kaise raste kho jayenge

Routes are endless and possibility of finding her negligible. And he was already lost. What more mess did he needed?

Nam tak bhi toh nahi

Apna bataya aapne

Darde dil darde jigar Dil me jagaya aapne

Darde dil darde jigar Dil me jagaya aapne

The least could she have told her name, shouldn't she? 

But she didn’t. Alas! 

Pehle toh mai shayar

Tha aashik banaya aapne… 

Darde dil darde jigar

Dil me jagaya aapne.

He was already an artist. She came, his life hit something, and she became his art

He was the artist and she was his most beautiful art