Tairay khayaloo say fursut nahe milte.

Tairay khayaloo say fursut nahe milte.
Tairay khayaloo say fursut nahe milte.

Aik pul k liye hamain raahut nahe milti.

Yon to sub kuch hamary pas hay.

bus daikhnay ko aap ki "surut" nahe miltee.
  

Jun, 01 2010     165 chars (2 sms)     1943 views       Urdu Poetry

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meri mahobbat ko na thukraana ham sirf tum par marte hai ye zindege tumhare bin kaati na jaaye tumse juda hone se pahle meri umr tumhe lag jaaye...
Dil Ki dhadkno Ki awaz Suni he maine, Apni Ankho se Koi Baat kahi Hai Maine,
Bus 1 dedar k liye Khud ko sambhale Baithe hai,
Jane Ye ishq Me Kaun c raah Chuni He Maine?
shded dhoop se samjhota kon karta hai..

ghane darakht hi sabka thakana hate hain
Aiana jab bhi dekhta hon.
Teri Tasv nazer aati hai.

Meri taqdir se juri teri taqdir nazer ati hai.
Or koe chahy bhi to hume juda nahi kar sakta.

kiun k jo mohbat meri ankhon me hai.
wahi mohbat teri ankhon me nazer ati hai.
Aise chup chaap hi mar jate hain

kuch log yahan

jism ki thandi si tareek sayaah Qabr k ander

na kisi saans ki awaaz

or na siski koi

na koi aah na jumbish

na hi aahat koi

aise chup chaap hi mar jaate hain

kuch log yahan

in ko dafnaane ki zahmat b uthaana nahi parti
khwahish''n ka kaffila bhi ajeeb hi hai.

saghi

aksar wahi se guzarta hai jahan raasta nahi
Pyaas jiski sada mai bhujatha raha
Zahere-katil mujhe wo pila kar gaya



Naaz uski wafa per mujhe tha magar
Teer woh bhi jigar per chala kar gaya


Dhoondta tha kabhi jo mujhe her gali
Aankh wo aaj mujhse bacha kar gaya


Mangta tha sahara jo herdam mujhe
Besahara mujhe wo bana kar gaya


Neend aagosh main jiski aane lagi
Maut ki neend mujh ko sula kar gaya

Aarzoo thi "Yaaro" kisii ki mujhe,
Khawaab mere wahi to mita kar gaya
Mera Afsura Chehra Iss Liye B Zard Rehta hai
Mujhe Apne Ilawa B Kisi Ka Dard Rehta Hai
Tumhare Dam Qadam Se Thi Ye Sab Mosam ki Rangini
Tumhare Baad Sara Saal Mosem Serd Rehta Hai
Tumhare Baad Baqi Aur To Sab Theek hai Lakin
Jahan Dil Tha Kabhi Pehle Wahan Ab Dard Rehta Hai
Sajde dil ke tarane bahut hai zindigi jeene ke bahane bahut hai
aap sada muskurate rehna apki muskurahat ke deewane bahut hai
Aansu nahi thamte
Aansu nahi thamte hain aankhon main abhi tak
Jaate hue rota woh mujhe chorr gaya tha

Armano ki Duniya ke anmol se sapne
pal main woh mere saamne sab torr gaya tha

Jaan deta tha meri her baat pe lekin yun hi
Besabab Duniya se meri rukh morr gaya tha

Din ki tanhayi ka gham, raaton ki uddasi hamraah
Saare ghamon se rishta mera jorr gaya tha

Aey kaaaaash koi jaa ke usse pooche
Yahan kis ke sahare pe mujhe chor gaya tha...
Wo Kehta Hay......
Batao Be-Sabab Kyun Rooth Jati Ho?


Mein Kehti Hoon...
Zara Mujh Ko Manaao...... .Acha Lagtaa Hay
Main Umr K Rastey Mein Chup Chaap Bikhar Jaataa
Ek Din Bhi Agar Apni Tanhaaii Se Dar Jaataa

Main Tark E Ta“alluq Par Zinda Huun So Mujrim Huun
Kaash Uss K Leye Jiitaa, Apney Leye Mar Jaataa

Uss Raat Koii Khushbu Qurbat Mein Naheen Jaagi
Main Varnaa Sanvar Jaataa,Aur Voh Bhi Nikhar Jaataa

Uss Jaan-E-Takallum Ko Tum Mujh Se Tou Milvatey
Taskheer Na Kar Paataa, Hairaan Tou Kar Jaataa

Kal Saamney Manzil Thii, Peechhey Meri Aavaazain
Chaltaa Tou Bichhar Jaataa,Ruktaa Tou Safar Jaataa

MaiN Shehr Ki Rounaq Mein, Gum Ho K Bohot Khush Thaa
Ik Shaam Bachaa Laitaa, Ik Roz Tou Ghhar Jaataa

Mehroom Fazaaoun Mein,Mayuus Nazaron Mein
Tum AZM Naheen Tehrey, Main Kaise Tehar Jaataa