زیست کی بساط

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زیست کی بساط پر کھاتے رہے یوں مات ہم
کہ دنیا والوں کی طرح جینا ہمیں نہ آئیگا

کس کو ہماری چاہ ہے کس کو دکھائیں ناز ہم
جو روٹھ جائیں ہم کبھی کون ہمیں منائیگا

کس کو بتائوں میں یہاں کہ دل پہ کتنے زخم ہیں
ہے کون چاہ گر مرا، کون مرھم لگایئگا

راہِ وفا کیسی عجب، راہی بھی ہم، راہبر بھی ہم
بھٹک گئے جو ہم کبھی،صحیح راہ کون دکھائیگا 

مرنے کے بعد جو مرے، ذکرچھڑ گیا مرا
مرا خیال دل پہ ترے اک بوجھ سا بن جائیگا

انکہی سی اک بات جو سننے کو منتظر ہوں میں 
گزر گیا جو وقت یہ، پھر لوٹ کر نہ آیئگا

DHOKA!

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Aaj ghar jo aaye ho ae dost

Chup chup se yoon kyun bethe ho?

Kuch poochna chahte ho jaise

Aankhon mein kyun hai uljhan si

Kuch poochna chahti hon jaise

Kya khojte ho tum yun har su

Aaj aayo dikhaayum mein khud tum ko

Kya mein ne juma kar rakha hai

Ye dil ke mere tukre hain

Wo kirchi kirchi khwaab mre

Kuch umeedein tooti tooti see

Aur ashkon ki eik mala hai

Wo ashaaon ke hain deep bujhe

Aur yaadon ke bikhre moti hain

Kyun aankh hui purnum teri

Chehra kyun hua ghum se bojhal?

Ye mera qeemti sarmaaya

Jeewan ki kumaai ye meri

Tum ko pasand kya aayi nahin?

Hairat se mujhe kyun takte ho!

Kya khaaya hai dhoka tum ne?

Tum dhoondhne aaye thei khushyaan

Kuch khushkun baatein khushkun lamhe?

Kyun dosh tumhein mein doon ae dost

Dhoka tou mera chehra hai

Rehti hai jis pe jhooti hansi

Dard dil mein chupa ke rakhti hoon

Aaj aayo bataaun mein tum ko

Ye roop kyun mein ne dhaara hai

Hai tabyat meri khuddaar bohat

Hamdardi bheek si lagti hai!

Jab jab ye dunya dukh deti hai

Jab jab mein is pe hansti hoon

Mein bant ti phirti hoon khushyaan

Ghum dil mein chupa ke rakhti hoon

Par dard jab hadd se barh jaata hai

Tou chupke se ro leti hoon!

 

 

 

 

دھوکا

dhoka

 

آج گھرجو آئے ہواے دوست

چپ چپ سےیوں کیوں بیٹھے ہو

کچھ پوچھنا چاہتے ہو جیسے

آنکھوں میں کیوں ہے الجھن سی

کچھ ڈحونڈھ رہی ہوں جیسے!

کیا کھوجتے ہو تم یوں ہر سو؟

کیا پوچھنا چاہتے ہو جیسے

آج آئو بتائوں میں خود تم کو

کیا میں نے جمع کر رکھا ہے

یہ دل کے میرے ٹکرے ہیں

وہ کرچی کرچی خواب مرے

کچھ امیدیں ٹوٹی ٹوٹی سی

اور اشکوں کی یہ اک مالا ہے

وہ آشائوں کے ہیں دیپ بجھے

اور یادوں کے بکھرے موتی ہیں

کیوں آنکھ ہوئی پرنم تیری

چہرہ کیوں ہوا غم سے بوجھل

یہ میرا قیمتی سرمایا

جیون کی کمائی یہ میری

تم کو پسند کیا آئی نہیں؟

حیرت سے مجھے کیوں تکتے ہو!

کیا کھایا ہے دھوکا تم نے؟

تم ڈھونڈنے آئے تھے خوشیاں!

خوش کن باتیں، خوش کن لمحے

کیوں دوش تمہیں میں دوں اے دوست

دھوکا تو میرا چہرہ ہے

رہتی ہے جس پہ جھوٹی ہنسی

درد دل میں چھپا کے رکھتی ہوں

آج آئو بتائوں میں تم کو

یہ روپ کیوں میں نے دھارا ہے؟

ہےطبیعت مری خوددار بہت

ہمدردی بھیک سی لگتی ہے

جب جب دنیا دکھ دیتی ہے

جب جب میں اس پہ ہنستی ہوں

میں بانٹتی پھرتی ہوں خوشیاں

غم دل میں چھپا کے رکھتی ہوں

پردردجب حد سے بڑھ جاتا ہے

تو چپکے سے رو لیتی ہوں!

 

 

 

 

 

THE OTHER SIDE OF THE FENCE!

 

The young woman (a friend’s daughter) was fuming with anger! “Pakistan is not worth living anymore! I will migrate as soon as I possibly can.”

Her agitation was natural! Mugged by a scooter driving youth, she had lost cash, her ID card, credit card and cell phone. And as this was not the first time, the hassle she knew she had got herself into was more frustrating. As she knew from earlier experience that reporting at a police station was futile, she had to (again) set upon contacting the concerned people about her dilemma! Applying for a new NIC and credit card, getting her cell no. blocked until she got a new sim and trying to re-collect the numbers of her contacts was no easy job! And she knew that palms would have to be greased for redressing her genuine distress. And last but not the least, the cash she had lost was no small amount!

I couldn’t blame her as she was sharing the general dismal mood of discontent shared by the youth of our country! But like I always do in similar circumstances, I couldn’t stop myself from quipping back, “What percentage of our population can possibly migrate? Don’t you think that people living outside Pakistan have their own set of problems? And instead of planning to run away, we should firmly plant our feet on our soil and work hard to improve the conditions?”

Conditions in Pakistan are detoriating day by day, year by year! Caught in the clutches of greedy politicians, energy crisis, militancy, religious extremists (whom I refuse to call Muslims) blowing up themselves and innocent people in public places, the ever rising spiral of inflation, lawlessness, illiteracy, corruption and unemployment are only a few of the problems gnawing at the roots of our country.

Tall promises are made before every up-coming elections, pledges are made to solve all the problems in no time at all, but our leaders quickly forget about them and promptly busy themselves in amassing wealth in every possible and unethical manner, visiting foreign countries (with huge entourages), distributing ministries to appease their loyalists (competency being the least consideration), and stooping to any level to keep their rule intact. This is a quagmire we have been stuck in for decades now!

The brain drain from Pakistan towards the West has been continuing for the past two or more generations and is one of the reasons for the unfavorable conditions we are facing today. Qualified, young, talented, hardworking and honest people realize that the grass is greener on the other side of the fence. A better paid job, much improved basic amenities, an atmosphere of general security and stability, bright prospects for their children’s future, more stable economic conditions and over all a more comfortable life style, attracts them so much that they opt for the greener pastures.

But as the saying goes “Everything comes with a price. Everything! Some things just cost more than the others.” The economic and living conditions may be much better in the greener pastures, but life is not all bliss in an alien land. Adapting to a foreign culture and still retaining one’s national identity is difficult for most people (and more so for their children) and safe guarding their religious and cultural values is an uphill task! Compromises have to be made, as leaving behind one’s roots, parents and childhood friends is always painful.

The most important negative factor is that these people are forced into raising a confused generation, which is neither Eastern nor Western, but a misfit in both cultures! Many a parents have to go through a nightmarish phase when they can no longer control their adolescents, who are attracted by the so called freedom of their native peers. Protecting their children from the culture of drug abuse, extra-marital sex and violence becomes a difficult task for them. The children who have been brought up in a totally alien culture, feel all these are normal part of life and often clash with their parents when the older generation tries to impose restrictions on them!

Sadly, inspite of these difficulties, most people who move out of Pakistan, think it is better to cope with these issues rather live in the difficult conditions back home. And so in their quest for greener pastures, they leave behind their culture, their values and a motherland which is bleeding to the core!

But I say again and again that to run away from problems is not a healthy way to solve them! We must not behave like ostriches who bury their necks in the sand! We have to face our troubles and overcome them, catch the bull by its horns and try to control it with all our might! Fighting the problems by finding out solutions and trying our best to implement them inspite of the odds is the only way things can improve!

Pakistan needs fresh blood more than it ever needed before! Dedicated, talented, hard working, honest and educated youth must come forward to control the helm of affairs! We need them in every field of action, bureaucracy, politics, military, judiciary, education and governance! Personal gains must be sacrificed for national causes! Our youth may be disenchanted and angry, but their angry outbursts show that they still care! And they know that all is not lost in Pakistan, as deep down they also feel that it is high time things should change for the better. I am not supporting or opposing any political party, but to prove my point I must remind people about the steep rise in the percentage of voters especially the young ones, when in the recent elections hope for a change was offered!

 There is always light at the end of the darkest tunnel. We must move forward, even if we are on our hands and feet, to reach that end! We have to start at the grassroots and corruption has to be eliminated at all levels. Awareness about striking the perfect balance between rights and duties can only be achieved through improving the literacy rate. Each and everyone has to put in his/her share. The effort may be small and seemingly insignificant but when a major change comes, every small endeavour will prove to help in making the difference!

Only then the plight of or Homeland can change!

I know and accept that the grass is greener on the other side of the fence. Life in the conditions prevailing in Pakistan is not easy! I fear for my children when they go out (and quickly recite a prayer for their safety), get panicked if one of them is late in coming home or  responding to a call on his/her cell phone, worry day in and day out how to stretch the household budget to make the ends meet, cry when I see the pictures of innocent children killed in terrorist attacks, rant and rave at the conditions in Pakistan when I read the newspaper or watch the news on the TV, but if given the choice of moving out, without even thinking for a moment, my answer would be “No thanks, the grass may appear greener on the other side, but inspite of the difficult conditions here, I still prefer my side of the fence!”

 

 

I SHALL LIVE ON!

A proud day for me today! My grandaughter has finished school with a grand result! May Allah bless her and all my grandchildren…today and always! Ameen

Yasmin Elahi

I SHALL LIVE ON!

          My three year old grand daughter came running into my arms, not taking the trouble to remove her unruly curls which streamed down to her sparkling eyes. My sister who had come from abroad after many years remarked laughingly, “Why! Your grand daughter is just like you. Just see how she tosses her head naughtily to remove her locks from her eyes as she peeps from behind them. I just hope she has not inherited your temper”, she said in a teasing tone. On any other occasion, I would not have tolerated such a remark and immediately picked up an argument with my sister, insisting that I was not as bad tempered as she was suggesting! But as she was comparing me to my grand daughter, which in itself was a big compliment for me, I chose to ignore her comments.

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MERE EHSAAS KO SHEESHA NA BANAAYA HOTA!!

My Selection of verses from Urdu Shairi… friends can send in their favourites too, I would be delighted to post in this blog!

Yasmin Elahi

This blog is open to all! Please inbox me (on Facebook) your favourites and I shall keep on updating this blog. Just for the love of Urdu Shairi!!

06-02-2015

Umar-e-rawaan khizaan ki hawa se bhi taiz thi,
Har lamha Barg-e-zard ki soorat bikhar gaya,

Dil mai cheekhte huwe wehmon k bojh se,
Wo khaof tha k raat ko soate mai darr gaya,

Jo baat motbar thi wo sar se guzar gai,
Jo harf sar’sari tha wo dil me utar gaya,

Hum aks-e-khoon-e-dil hi luttatei phirei magar,
Wo shakhs aanso’on ki dhanak mai nikhar gaya,

“Mohsin” ye rang-o-roop ye ronaq baja mgar,
Main zinda kya rahoun ke mera ji tou marr gaya…!

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Apnei bhee khafa mujh se haen beigaane bhee nakhush 

Mein zehr- e-halaahal ko kabhee keh naa sakaa qand!

27-04-2014

Yaad rakhna humaari turbat ko

Qarz tum pe hai chaar phhoolon ka!

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Hum se taabeer e khwaab poochte…

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WHITHER, GOOD MANNERS?! MY ARTICLE IN YOUNG WORLD

Whither… Good Manners?

          (Before coming to my point today, I would like my young readers to know that I do not mean to offend or charge them. I have great faith in our young generation and consider them more enlightened and intelligent than ever before. Our children are the architects of a better tomorrow. But, just in good spirit, I would like to point out to some short comings which they and their parents are overlooking).  

We are living in an era where life is moving at a fast pace. The world has changed into a global village. Lots of things are changing around us.  Being a grandmother, I have observed five generations; two senior than me and two who came after me. I feel that a lot of our cultural and moral values are not keeping up with the fast paced life and without realizing it, we are simply leaving them behind. Norms and mannerisms, which were considered totally unacceptable a couple of decades ago, have stealthily crept into the behavior and attitude of our children.

Usually parents and other older people are quick to point accusing fingers at the children and state that this was not the way we behaved when we were young. We can not (and should not) blame children for this change. We must realize that they have been born and brought up in a world totally different from our own childhood days. Children of today are overloaded with information. They have access to the computer, the internet, e- mail, text message, I phone and the television churns out information round the clock. They have the world at their finger tips. Interaction with human beings is on the down slide as children are happier to spend time with these gadgets

          In the 1950s 0r 60s people usually lived in extended families, with three or more generations under a single roof. Children had a lot of time to interact with their grand parents and other senior family members. Like today, parents usually were pressed for time, but the grandparents played a great role in the character building of the little ones. Through stories, anecdotes and sharing the wisdom they had gained from their experiences, they instilled good values in the children. They were often the role models which the children idolized and followed with great zeal.

          A grandmother (who prefers to remain anonymous) shares her views “Back in the sixties, when I was a schoolgirl, there was a firm set of rules for children which we were taught (and expected) to follow firmly. There was long list of does and don’ts. Never talk back to your parents and elders, do not interrupt when a person older than you is speaking. During a discussion, although we were encouraged to give our views, we had always to wait for our turn to speak our mind. Not only the elderly family members, but older siblings were treated with respect and sometimes when the parents were not around, they easily slipped into the role of the caretaker and the person in charge.”

She adds, “When a Buzurg (an aged person), entered a room and there was no empty seat, we were taught to try to be the first to offer ours. We were expected to stop our chatting and laughter and change the topic to something interesting to the newcomer. Keeping our voice and tone soft, sitting in an upright position whenever our parents or elders were around, were all considered parts of good manners. But now more often than not, the children do not even notice you, they keep on doing whatever they were busy in, whether it is surfing on the internet, chatting with friends, listening to loud music, watching the TV or just lying down.”

          Where can we draw a line between appearing ‘Cool’ and being insolent? This is the question where I find our new generation a bit confused. It is good to stand out in the crowd, but the difference should be in a better performance in all fields of life, rather than being ill behaved and bad mannered.

The world has changed but the relationships remain the same. You may not live with your grand parents, but they deserve the same amount of love and respect that they did three or four decades back. At times they may sound ill informed or old fashioned, but this does not mean that you should ignore, or worse still, ridicule them. Inspite of all your knowledge, they are still wiser because of the experiences they have gained over the decades.

Parents often complain that their children feel offended when they are asked where they are going, with whom and when they will be back. The new generation find the “Ws” (who, why, when) very irritating. Shirmeen, a teenager says, “Whenever I plan to hang out with my friends, my parents act weirdly. I am bombarded with questions! Why don’t they trust me? Parents should have faith in their children.” Her mother on the contrary says, “With the insecure conditions in the city, I want to know where and with whom my daughter is going and when would she be back. I simply don’t understand why she gets mad when I ask her a couple of questions.”

Most children take the parental intervention as a big obstacle in their enjoyment, as they feel it is an invasion into their privacy. Instead of being irritated by your parents’ questions, you should realize their concern for your safety. Communication gaps always lead to misunderstandings. If you sit down with them and discuss politely why you feel annoyed by their queries, you will be able to explain your point of view, as well as understand what they want or expect from you in return.

A mother of three kids, Hina Nauman says “Manners of our children have changed drastically as we have confused “badtameezi” (misbehavior) with confidence. And parents to an extent are to be blamed for this attitude. They often ignore children’s wrong manners saying that they do not want them to lose their self-confidence. What they don’t realize is that to discipline your child doesn’t mean you are making him under confident. The standard of being cool today is to stand out in the crowd at the expense of hurting or belittling others, others could be the parents themselves, the older members of the family or friends. I often get shocked when people are actually happy when they see their kid answering back to elders, which is not confidence but plain insolence. We can wrap it the way we want to, but this is not right for the character building of children. We are looking at a confused value system all together.”

In the end I would like to quote my late mother who was a woman of great wisdom, “Your behavior, speech and body language is the mirror to your family”, she used to say, “Wherever you go and whoever you meet, people should realize that you come from a respectable background. And respectability is by no means related to wealth! The way you have been brought up, the values you learnt in your early childhood and the role models you follow, strongly affects your personality”.

So, my friends beware of all things which may appear ‘cool’ today! Tomorrow, even if you realize that they adversely affect your personality, you may be so much addicted to the bad behaviour that you may not be able to shake it off even if you want to do so! 

 دنیا میں تیرے جیسا کوئی دوسرا نہیں ہے

Aside

My darling Grandaughter has finished school today with flying colors! She has made the family proud with Straight As Ma sha Allah… the best time to re blog the poem I wrote for her when she was a child!

Time flies!Its been nearly three years since I posted this blog with my poem.  My darling has made the family proud again! Alhumdulillah for the happy moments.

دنیا میں تیرے جیسا 
کوئی دوسرا نہیں ہے
مرے دل کو ہیں لبھاتی
ہر دم تری ادائیں
 
  ہنستی ہے جب بھی تو تو
  لگتا ہے مجھ کو ایسا
  جھونکے ہوا کے جیسے 
  کلیوں کو گدگائیں
 
  رونا بھی تیرا مجھ کو
  لگتا ہے اتنا پیارا
  شبنم کے قطرے جیسے 
  پھولوں کا منھ دھلائیں
 
ہے نیند میں بھی تیری
ایسی ادا نرالی
جنت کی حوریں جیسے 
لوری تجھے سنائیں
 
آنکھوں میں تیری گڑیا
ہے ایسی اک چمک سی
سورج کی کرنیں جیسے
پانی پہ جھلملائیں
 
ہو ماں کا سایہ سر پہ
پاپا رہیں سلامت
نانی تری خدا سے
ہر دم کرے دعائیں
 
پھولوں کے پالنے میں
گزرے یوں تیرا بچپن
پریوں کی رانی آ کر
جھولا تجھے جھلائیں
 
تو خوش رہے ہمیشہ
دکھ جھیلنے کو میں ہوں
لے لوں اے سعدیہ میں
ساری تری بلائیں
 

MERE EHSAAS KO SHEESHA NA BANAAYA HOTA!!

This blog is open to all! Please inbox me (on Facebook) your favourites and I shall keep on updating this blog. Just for the love of Urdu Shairi!!

06-02-2015

Umar-e-rawaan khizaan ki hawa se bhi taiz thi,
Har lamha Barg-e-zard ki soorat bikhar gaya,

Dil mai cheekhte huwe wehmon k bojh se,
Wo khaof tha k raat ko soate mai darr gaya,

Jo baat motbar thi wo sar se guzar gai,
Jo harf sar’sari tha wo dil me utar gaya,

Hum aks-e-khoon-e-dil hi luttatei phirei magar,
Wo shakhs aanso’on ki dhanak mai nikhar gaya,

“Mohsin” ye rang-o-roop ye ronaq baja mgar,
Main zinda kya rahoun ke mera ji tou marr gaya…!

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Apnei bhee khafa mujh se haen beigaane bhee nakhush 

Mein zehr- e-halaahal ko kabhee keh naa sakaa qand!

27-04-2014

Yaad rakhna humaari turbat ko

Qarz tum pe hai chaar phhoolon ka!

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Hum se taabeer e khwaab poochte ho

Zindigi bhar jo sou nahin paae!

Kyun gilaa hum se ho kisi ko Faraz

Hum tou apne bhee ho nahin paae!!

20-01-2014

Na bhuja chiragh-e-Diyaar-e-dil, Na bicharne ka tu malal kar
Tujhay degi jeene ka hosla, Mere yaad rakh le samhal kar

Ye bhi kya k aik hi shaks ko, kabhi sochna kabhi bhoolna
Jo na bujh sake wo diya jala, Jo na hosake wo kamaal kar

Gham-e-Aarzu mere justuju, main simat k aagaya rubaru
Ye sakoot-e-marg hai kis lye, main jawab don tu sawaal kar

Tu bichar raha hai to soch le, tera sath hai mere zindgai
Tujhay rokna mere maut hai, mere bebasi ka khayal kar

12-08-2013

This is my My Selection of verses from Urdu Shairi… friends can send in their favourites too, I would be delighted to post in this blog!

5-09-2013

InshaaJi utho ab kooch karo
Is shehr se dil ko lagana kya
Wehshi ko sukoon se kya matlab
Jogi ka nagar mein thikaana kya

Is dil ke dureeda daaman mein
Dekho tou sahi samjho tou sahi
Jis jholi mein sou cheid hue
Us jholi ko phelanaana kya!

24-08-2013

Dil hi tou hai na sang o khisht,dard se bhar naa aaye kyun?
Roeinge hum hazaar baar, koi humein rulaaye kyun?

Ghalib e Khasta ke baghair, kon se kaam band hain?
Keigye Haae Haae kyun, roiye Zaar Zaar kyun?
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12-08-2013

Marnei ki duaaen kyun maangoon, jeene ki tamanna kon kare?
Ho ye dunya ya w o dunya ab khwahish e dunya kon kare?

Dunya ne humein chora ae dil, hum chor na dein kyun dunya ko
Dunya ko samajh ke bethe hain, ab dunya dunya kon kare?

Jab kashtee saabit o saalim thee, sahil ki tamanna kis ko thee,
Ab aisee shakista kashtee par, saahil ki tamanna kon kare?

Jo aag lagai thee tum ne, us ko tou bujhaaya ashkon se
Jo ashkon ne bharkaai hai, us aag ko thandaa kon kare?

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10-4-13
Ye charon taraf kaisa dhundhlaya sa manzar hai?
Toofaanon ki aamad hai ya abr e bahaaraan hai?

Mujh ko hi na le doobein ye ashk e rawaan mere
Ehsaas ke darya mein jazbaat ka toofan hai!

21-3-2013

Muthyon mein Khaak le kar dost aaye Waqt e dafan!
Zindigi bhar ki Mohabbat ka Sila dene lage!

19-3-2013

Ae Mere Humnasheen chal kahin aur chal, is chaman mein ab apna guzara nahin
Baat phoolon tak hoti tou seh lete hum, ab tou kaanton pe bhee haq humara nahin!
Jab chaman ko lahu ki zururat pari, sab se pehle hi gardun humari kati,
Phir bhee kehte hain hum se ye ahl e chaman, ye chaman hai humara tumhara nahin!!!

17-3-2013

Rehiye ab aisee jagah chal ke jahan koi na ho
Hum sukhun koi na ho aur humzubaan koi naho
Be dar o deewar sa eik ghar banana chahiye
Koi humsaya na ho aur pasbaan koi na ho
Pariye gar bemaar tou koi na ho teemaardar
Aur agar mar jaaiye tou nauha khwaan koi na ho!!

21-1-13

Kashti bhi Nahin Badli, Daryaa bhi Nahin badla,
Hum Doobne Walon ka Jazba bhi Nahin badla
Hai Shoq-e- Safar Aisa, Ek umer Hoi Humne,
Manzil bhi Nahin Paii, Rusta bhee Nahin Badla!!!

3-1-13

Ashyaan jal gaya gulstan lut gaya
Hum chaman se nikal kar kidhar jaayeinge
Itne maanoss sayyadd se ho gaye
Ab rihaee mili bhee tou mur jaayeinge!

24-12-12

This is my late Ammi’s favourite ghazal! Always reminds me of her and how emotional she got every time my late Mamoo rendered it in his beautiful voice! Perhaps her sensitive heart could never accept the JUDAI of her children!

Ye mausam ye bahar phir aaye na aaye,
Pyey jaaaon khumar phir aaye naa aaye!

Dibo hi kyun na doon mein kashti apni,
Ye toofan baar baar aaye naa aay!

Gulon ke dekh le ji bhar ke bulbul,
Chaman mein phir bahaar aaye na aaye!

Mein apne zabt ka waada tou kar lun
Par dil hai, qaraar aaye naa aaye!!

7-12-12

Ae jazba e dil gar mein chaahoon, har cheez muqaabil aa jaaye
Manzil ke lye do gaam chaloon aur saamne manzil aa jaaye

Ae dil ki lagi chal yuhin sahi, chalta tou hun unki mehfil mein,
Us waqt mujhe chaunka dena, jab rang pe mehfil aa jaaye

Ab kyun dhundhun wo chashm e karam, hone de sitam baalaa e sitam
Ae dil ki khalish mein chaahta hun, mushkil pas e mushkil aa jaaye!

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Ae qabar apni mitti se keh do daag lagne naa paaye kafan par
Aaj hi hum ne badle hain kapre, Aaj hi hum nahaye hue hain!
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Kab mera nasheman ahle chaman gulshan mein gawara karte hain
Gunche apni aawaazon mein bijli ko pukara karte hain

Jaati hui mayyat dekh ke bhee lillah tum uth ke aa na sake
Do char qadam to dushman bhee takleef gawara karte hain

Ab mujh pe nazah ka aalam hai tum apni mohabbat wapas lo
Jab kashti doobne lagti hai tou bojh utara karte hain!
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In hi Patharon pe chal ke agar aa sako tou aao
Mere ghar ke raaste mein koi kehkashan nahin hai

Meri rooh ki haqeeqat mere ansooun se poocho
Mere qehqahon ki dunya meri tarjuman nahin hai!
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Do ansoo bawajood e zabt ke jo aankh se tapke
Qissa e tulaani e ghum ko hum ne mukhtaisr dekha!

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Tum takulluf ko bhee Ikhlaas samajhte ho Faraz
Dost hota nahin har hath milaane waala!

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Barson puraani suni hui ye Ghazal mujhe bhulti hi nahin!
Lajawab aur sache asha’ar!

Ab thakan paaon ki zanjeer bani jaati hai,
Raah ka khauf ye kehta hai ke chalet rehiye!

Zindagi naam hai jeene ki adakaari ka
Roz badle hue maahol mein dhalte rehiye!

Ye tabassum to hai chehre ke sajaane ke lye,
Warna ehsaas wo dozakh hai ke jalte rehiye!

Zindagi bheek bhee deti hai to qeemat le ke,
Roz faryaad ka andaaz badalte rehiye!!!

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Ya Khuda log banaaye thei agar pathar ke,
Mere ehsaas ko shessha na banaya hota!

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Aah ko chahiye eik umr asar hone tak,
Kon jeeta hai teri zulf ke sar hone tak

Hum ne maana ke taghaful na karoge lekin,
Khaak ho jaayeinge hum, tum ko khabar hone tak!
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Seemi Naaz says,

Kahoun kis sey mein ke kia hai, shab-e-gham buri bala hai,
Mujhe kya buraa thaa marna agar aik baar hota…..!!!