baat nikalegi to phir dur talak jaayegi

log bevajah udaasi kaa sabab puchhege
ye bhi puchhege ke tum itani pareshaa kyun ho
ugaliyaa uthegi sukhe hue baalo ki taraf
ek nazar dekhege guzare hue saalo ki taraf
chudiyo par bhi kai taz kiye jaayege
kaanpate haatho pe bhi fikare kase jaayege

log zaalim hai har ek baat kaa taanaa dege
baato baato me meraa zikr bhi le aayege
baato baato me meraa zikr bhi le aayege
unaki baato kaa zaraa saa bhi asar mat lenaa
varanaa chehare ki taasur se samajh jaayege
chaahe kuchh bhi ho savaalaat naa karanaa unase
mere baare me koi baat na karanaa unase
baat nikalegi to phir dur talak jaayegi

A whispered word, a ripple in the still,
Will stretch its tendrils, climbing up the hill.

They'll ask the reason for the shadows deep,
Why sorrow clings, where silent sorrows sleep.
They'll point a finger at your weary plight,
At strands of hair, drained of their former light.
They'll cast a glance to years that slipped away,
And mock the chimes that on your wrists now play.
They’ll taunt the tremble in your fragile hand,
And offer barbs across the shifting sand.

They are the cruel, the masters of the sting,
Who twist each phrase, each offered, fragile thing.
They'll weave my name into their tapestry,
A thread of mine for all the world to see.
So let their words not touch your inner core,
Or read the truth upon your open door.
Refuse their probing, let their questions cease,
And keep my name locked in the heart's release.
No echoes shared, no whispers in the air,
For where a secret starts, its reach extends.
A whispered word, a journey without end.