Yahan Apni Apni Bari Per
Sab Hanste Hain
Sab Rote Hain
Dil To Sab Ka Hota hai
Aur Dukh B Sab Ke Hote Hain
Kuch Ashk Dilon Per Girte Hain
Kuch Mitii Mien Mil Jate Hain
Kuch LAfz Aada Ho Jate Hain
Kuch Honton Mein Sil Jate Hain
Mana K Adhure Rehte Hain
Per Khuwab To Sab Ke Hote Hain
Dil ke dard ko dil torne wale kya jana,
Pyar ki rasmo ke yeh zamane wale kya jane,
Hoti hai kitni takliff kabar ke niche,
Yeh upar se phool charane wale kya jane.
Jo Poochta Hai Koi Surkh Kiun Hain Aj Ankhain
To Ankh Mal Ke Kheti Hon Ke Raat So Na Saki
Hazar Chahon Magar Yeh Na Khe Sakon Gi Kabhi Bhi
Ke Raat Ronay Ki Khuwhish Thi Magar Roo Na Saki
Iss Badi si Dunya mein har Shakhs ko choti si Ek Talaash hoti ha . . .
Kisi ko Dost ki. . .
Kisi ko pyaar ki. . .
Kisi ko Chahat ki. . .
Aur
Kisi ko APNO ki. . .
Bass ek Apna joh Sirf Apna ho. . .
Shayad or Kuch Bhi nahii!!. .
wo khatam qaid ki miad bhi nahin krta,
magar main zahmat-e-feraad bhi nahinkrta,
kabhi kabhi wo itna yad aata hay"faraz''
main zid main aa kr use yad bhi nahin kr
