Free Judai Shayari Examples

Six hundred kilometres, one train, And a ticket I keep not booking. The distance is not the problem, The problem is you have stopped looking.

Your city gets rain before mine, So you text me: it is coming. Two days later I stand outside, Getting soaked by your morning.

The map calls it a thumb's width, My heart calls it a year. We are both right, in our own way, And neither of us is near.

Distance is a strange teacher, It shows you what you took for granted. Your footsteps in the next room, The small hello I never counted.

Between us there are three time zones, Two bad networks and one sea. And still the hardest thing to cross Is the silence between you and me.

The suitcase by the door has not moved, Since the day you rolled it out. I keep it there like a promise, That distance is just a route.

Same moon, they say, look up, As if that fixes anything. I look up, and it is only the moon, Not your face, not your ring.

The platform was loud, you were quiet, The train took its time to leave. I waved until the last coach, Then stood there holding my sleeve.

You said this is not goodbye, just see you, But your eyes had already packed. I knew before the door closed That see you was never coming back.

The auto pulled away, you did not look back, I told myself that was fine. Some people leave with their whole body, And only the shadow stays behind.

We did not fight, we did not cry, We just ran out of ways to stay. The quietest goodbyes Are the ones that never go away.

I still have the boarding pass you dropped, Seat 14A, window, morning flight. A piece of paper in my wallet That still takes off every night.

You hugged me like it was normal, So I hugged you like it was too. But my hands knew, they held on longer, They always know before I do.

There was a last time we ate together, And neither of us knew it was. That is the cruelest part of leaving, It never announces, it just does.

The calendar has a circle on it, A date that keeps moving forward. I redraw it every month, And wait, that is the whole word.

I keep your side of the cupboard empty, Your shirts still folded, still there. The day you come back through that door, I will act like it was nothing, I swear.

They say absence makes the heart grow fonder, Mine has grown into a waiting room. Magazines, a clock, a closed door, And a nurse who says soon.

I practise your arrival in my head, Which shirt, which words, which face. Twenty versions of the same minute, And none of them feel out of place.

The day you return, I will not run, I will walk, slow, like it is normal. Then I will fall apart in your arms, And nothing will be formal.

I am saving all the small news for you, The dog next door, the broken tap. When you come, I will unload it all, Like a bag I carried in my lap.

Every train that comes into this city, I check the faces at the door. None of them are you, not yet, But I have been wrong before.

I bought two teas out of habit, Drank mine, watched yours go cold. Some habits are worth keeping, Even when they are this old.

Your voice note from last winter, I play it when the house gets quiet. Say it again, that hmm, that laugh, My ears are on a diet.

The pillow next to mine is a stranger now, It used to know your name. I turn to it in the morning, And it just looks back the same.

I miss you in the middle of things, Not at night, not at the songs. At the vegetable stall, at the red light, Where missing does not belong.

You are in every third thought, And I have stopped fighting the count. Let the thoughts come, let them stay, They are the only visits I can count.

The city you left is still the city, Same roads, same dust, same chai. Only the person walking it Keeps looking for you nearby.

I tell people I am used to it now, The missing, the space, the quiet. Then your name comes up at dinner, And I have to leave, I cannot hide it.

Distance never separated us, Silence did.

You are far, But you have never left.

The hardest part of judai Is pretending it is normal.

I carry you in my pocket, A photo, a name, a wait.

We did not lose each other, We just lost the road between.

Some goodbyes are doors, Mine was a window I still look through.

Miles are just numbers, Until they have your name.

I am not waiting, I am just not leaving either.

Judai ka dard kuch aisa hai, Har raasta tere ghar ki taraf mudta hai.

Doori sirf shehron ki nahi hoti, Kabhi ek hi kamre mein bhi meelon ka faasla hota hai.

Tum gaye toh mausam bhi badal gaya, Ab baarish mein bhi khushboo nahi aati.

Station pe khade hoke socha tha, Agli train tumhe wapas laayegi.

Faasle mit jaayenge ek din, Bas ye ek din bohot lamba ho gaya hai.

Teri kami har jagah hai, Chai ke cup se lekar chhat tak.

Alvida kehna aasan tha, Uske baad ka har din mushkil hai.