जीने की आस (ജീവിക്കാന്‍ ഒരു പ്രേരണ)

हर एक पल जैसे सदियों सी गुजरती हुई,
तुझमे मिली हुई, मुझे मेरे जैसा बनाती हुई ...
तेरे साथ बिताए लम्हों की याद
हज़ारों दर्द एक साथ उमद्द्थी हुई ...
विश्वास की तुम मुझे कई ज्यादा चाहती हो,
जितना की में तुम्हे चाहता हूँ ...
विश्वास की किसी भी पल तुम मेरे पास लौट के आओगी
बस अब यही जीने की आस रह गई है....

In Malayalam, it translates to...

ഓരോ നിമിഷവും യുഗങ്ങളായി തള്ളി നിക്കുന്ന
നിന്നില്‍ അലിഞ്ഞു ചേര്‍ന്ന, എന്നെ ഞ്യാന്‍ ആകിയ
നിന്‍റെ ഓര്‍മ്മകള്‍ ഒരു ആയിരം വിങ്ങലായി വരുംഭോഴും
ഞ്യാന്‍ നിന്നെ സ്നേഹികുനതിനെ കാല്‍ ഏറെ
നീ എന്നെ സ്നേഹിക്കുന്നു എന്ന വിശ്വാസം
ഏത് നിമിഷവും എന്‍റെ അടുത്ത് എത്തുമെന്ന വിശ്വാസം
എന്നെ ജീവിക്കാന്‍ പ്രേരിപിക്കുന്നു ...

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