Maana k pyar ka akshar adhura hota hai,

Maana k pyar ka akshar adhura hota hai,
Maana k pyar ka akshar adhura hota hai,

Par us aadhe ko kaat dalo to yar hota he,

Aur itna yad rakna mere Dost

yaro me hi sahi Pyar hota hai.
  

Jun, 01 2010     150 chars (1 sms)     7388 views       Urdu Poetry

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wo sari batten khwab huin
or khwab se phir azab huin
jab tumko saba k jhonky se
pegham hmara milta tha
jab meri ek nazar se hi
chehra ye tumara khilta tha
kuch Yad sa tum ko hai Jana''n
Wo Ek Shab Jali Tou Usay SHAMMA Keh Dia

Hum Barson Se Jal Rahe Hyn Koi Tou Khitaab Do ?
Teray Kochay Se Aub Mairy Taulq Wajbi Sa Ha.





Mager Jub Be Guzerta Hon Ankhein Bheg Jati Han.
BArA mAzA HO K mehshAr mAin hm krAin Gila


wo minton se rAhAin khuda k liye
Dhadkan ke liye dil chahiye,
Dil ke liye pyaar chahiye,
Pyaar ke liye khushi chahiye,
Khushi ke liye yaar chahiye,
Aur yaar ke liye aap chahiye.
mera zamir mujhse kehta he,

kaya dekhta hay apne hathon ki lakeron ko

,Amir,

wo tera tab bhi na tha jab uska hath tere hath me tha.
Samnay na hoon to trasti hain ankaen,

yaad mai tairi barasti hain ankaen,

mairay liye na sahi in k liye aa jaya kro,

tuj sy baipna muhabt krti hain ankaen,
In palko ko tere didar ki pyaas hai,

Tu dur nhi paas hai.

Ruke ruke ye pal najane kyo udas hai,

Tujpe toh bahut per khudpe nhi vishwas hai.

Kaisa ye ehsas hai.
Mere Zakhmo Ko Aapka Dukhana Acha Laga,
Meri Halat Pe Aapka Muskurana Acha Laga,
Me To Talib Tha Aap k Pyar Ka,
Aapka Nafrat Se Nigahen Churana Acha Laga,
Laga K Aag Mere Aashyane Ko,
Phir Aapka Khushian Manana Acha Laga,
Dil Me Thi Hasrat Aap K Deedar Ki,
Saamne Aakar Chehra Chupana Acha Laga,
Dil K Mere Darwaze Pe Di Dastak,
Phir Khud Hi Aapka Pathar Barsana Acha Laga,
Bana Kar Mujhko Apna Dewana Phir,
Aap Ka Khud Hi Thokar Lagana Acha Laga . .
Koi Baat Esi Kiya Karo,Koi Lafz Esa Kaha Karo
Mile Jis Se Dil Ko Qaraar Sa,Koi Shair Esa Padha Karo
Zindagi bhar zindagi ki saza milti rahi,
Lamha lamha wafaaon ki jaza milti rahi.
Cherh kar jata raha har baar zakhmon ko mere,
Gham ke sholon ko yun hi hawaa milti rahi.
Meri nazron ne hai bakhsha husn ko farogh,
Uske har aaza ko ik adaa milti rahi.
Faasla badta gaya jitna gaya uske qareeb,
Khushk patton ko jaise hawaa milti rahi.
Paththron ki gird takrata raha ''Rahat'' ka wajood,
Sukhan goi ka sadaa nayee sadaa milti rahi.
bebassi se uski aankhon main bi aansoo aa gaye.

jab mujhe wo judai ka mashwara dainay laga.