Poetry

Dard hi sahi mere ishq ka inaam to aya,
khali hi sahi hathon me jaam to aaya
main hoon bewafa sabko bataya usne,
yun hi sahi uske labon pe mera naam to aaya

khuda kare ki pyar me kisi ka dil na toote
jaise rutha mera sanam kisi aur ka na ruthe
rota hai dil aur toot jate hain sapne
ankhon ke aansoo bhi nahin hote hain apne

Bhula kar hame wo khush reh payenge
sath mein nahi to mere jane k baad muskurayen ge
Dua Hai Khuda se k unhe kabhi dard na dena,
Hum to seh gaye par wo toot jayenge!

Na hai koi khuda jinpe hum aitbaar kar sake,
Na hai koi wafa jinpe hum jaan luta sake,
Ye to in hasino ke aangan ke phool hain bas,
Jinke kaante hi itne hain, ke koi dil hi na laga sake."

Muje dard-e-ishq ka maza malum hai,

dard-e-dil ki inteha malum hai,

zindgi bhar muskrane Ki dua na Dena muje,

Muje pal Bhar muskrane Ki saza malum hai..

Tumhari is ada ka kya jawab dun,
apne dost ko kya uphaar dun,
koi accha sa phool hota to mali se mangvata,
jo khud gulab hai usko kya gulab dun.

hona kya hai
zindagi ko bhugat rahay hain
zindagi ke bina

kaash wo nagme humein sunaye na hote,
aaj unko sunkar ye aansu na aaye hote,
agar is tarah bhool jaana hi tha,
to itni gehrai se dil mein samaaye na hote.

Ye dil ka rog ye chahat khuda kisi ko na de
buri bala hai mohabbat, khuda kisi ko na de