Aisi Hawa Chali Sab

Aisi Hawa Chali Sab
Aisi Hawa Chali Sab Phool Jal gaye
Sab Se aziz Log B Kitne Badal Gaye
Uss Ke Begair Kis Ko jeenay Ka Guman Tha
Hum Khud B Sochte Hain K Kese Sanbhal Gaye
  

Jun, 02 2010     156 chars (1 sms)     3802 views       Urdu Poetry

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Shayad Ye SACH Hy

K Bicharne Se Koi Marta Nhi

Lekin Ek Din

Maine Phool Ki Tehni Ko Juda Kia Tou

Phool Chand Saanio''n Main Murjha Kar Dum Tor Gya

Tab Maine Jana K Agar Jazbe Sache-o-Belaus Hon Tou

Bicherne Se Koi Bhi Marr Sakta Hy. . .
*KIA TUM B . . .?




Sham ki dahleez pe aas ka deep jalatay ho . .

Or kisi awara patte ki ahat pr,

Darwaze ki tarf bhaage jate ho . .

KIA TUM BHI . . ?

Dard chupane ki koshish krtay krtay . .
Aksar thak se jatay ho . .
or
bila waja muskaratay ho . .
KIA TUM BHI . . ?
Neend se pahele palkoun pr . .
Dheroun khuwab sajatay ho. .
Ya phir bistar pr late kr ,
Rotay rotay so jatay ho . .





KIA TUM BHI. . .?
Jata Jata K Muhabbat,

Dikha Dikha k Khaloos,

Boht Kareeb se Loota hY.


''''APNO''''

Ne mujhe.
Tn ne dekha he nahi naksha meri Tanhayi ka ...

Ik qayamat hy jo har shaam Guzar jati hy.
Ajab IkhtiLaaf Tha Hamari mohAbAt mAin,




wo jisAm ka Pujari tha Aur mAin rooh Ki,
zindagi se derte hoe?zindagi to tum behe
zindagi to hum behe zindagi se derte ho!
Tere Pyaar Mein Rusva Hona Kitna Acha Lagta Hai,
Qadam Qadam Par Thokar Khana Kitna Acha Lagta Hai

Roo Leta Hoon Hans Leta Hoon Tere Aane Jane Par,
Tera ghar Mein Aana Jana Kitna Acha Lagta Hai

Main Apna Fasaana Khud Hi Kehta Sunta Rehta Hoon
Achi Yaadon Ka Duhrana Kitna Acha Lagta Hai

Tere Hi Raste Par Chalna Teri Hi Manzil Ko Jana,
Tera Hi Har Dam Gun gana Kitna Acha Lagta Hai

Jin Chashmon Ka Paani Dil Duniya Seerab Kare,
Un Chashmon Ka Paani Peena Kitna Acha Lagta Hai

Sab Logon Ki Batein Sun na Aur Chup Rehna,
Us kai Khatir Har Dukh Sehna Kitna Acha Lagta Hai

Yun To Duniya Mein Sab Batein Hoti Rehti Hain
Laikin Kuch Batoon Ka Hona Kitna Acha Lagta Hai
Uske Nazdeek Gham-E-Tarq-Wafa Kuch B Nahi
Mutmaeen Aise Hain Wo Jese Hua Kuch B Nhai
Ab To haton Ki lakeerain B Miti Jati Hain
Usko Kaho Mere Pass Bacha Kuch B nahi
Mein To Iss Waste Chup Hoon K Tamasha Na Bane
WO Samjhta Hai Mujeh Uss Se Gila Kuch B Nhai Hai
Teri chahat ki girhain kholta hun
Sar e masrgan sitaray tolta hun

Meiri sanson me teri khushi hy
Mein tanhayi me tujh se boltahun

Dhadkanay preet me tez hoti hain
MOHABBAT ke phool ko piyar se khilata hun

Chum leta hun labon ko chah me
Youn khud ko madh hosh karta hun
Dard K bikhre tkray tlash krti thi

mere khaton K purze tlash krti thi

bhulae kon azyat pasandyan uski

khushi K dher me sadme tlash krti thi

ajab hijr prasti thi uski fitrat me

shajr K tute pattey tlash krti thi

tmam rat parde hta K chand ko tkti

jo kho gae wo lmhe tlash krti thi

ghuma phira K judai ki bat krti thi

hmesha hijr K hrbe tlash krti thi

duaen B krti thi ujdey mzaron pr

badey ajib sahare tlash krti thi . . . /
Mujhko Ruswa Sar-E-Mehfil To Na Karwaya Kare,
Kash Aansu Meri Aankhon Mein Hi Reh Jaya Kare,

Aye Hawa! Maine To Bas Unka Pata Puchha Tha,
Ab Kahani To Har Baat Ki Na Ban Jaya Kare,

Bas Bahut Dekh Liye Khwab Suhane Din Ke,
Ab Wo Baaton Ki Rifaqat Se Na Behlaya Kare,

Ek Musibat To Nahi Tooti So Ab Is Dilse,
Jis Kayamat Ne Guzarna Ho Guzar Jaya Kare,

Jiske Khwabon Ko Main Aankhon Mein Saja Kar Rakhun,
Iski Khushbu Kabhi Mujhko Bhi To Mehkaya Kare...
Sunday means
S= soEy raho
U= utho dair se
N= na kro koi kam
D= dekhty raho tv
A= aAram hi aram
Y= yad karo sirf
HUMÆ
$o enjoy ur
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