Apny Buss Main Kar Laity Ho

Apny Buss Main Kar Laity Ho
Apny Buss Main Kar Laity Ho.
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Uff Kitna Be-Bus Kar Daity Ho..
  

Feb, 17 2014     62 chars (1 sms)     5653 views       Urdu Poetry

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Ab Ki Bar Khud usey azad Kr K Dekta Hon
Mujse Juda Ho Kr Wo Kidhar Jata Hai
Mere Muqaddar Mein Hai Jane Aisa Kya
Jis Shaks Ko B Chahta Hon Wo Bichar Jata
nadan hai kitna wo,kuch samjhta hi nahi,

seene se laga k pouchta hai,k dharkan taiz kyun hai....
wo mujh ko bewafa ka laqub deta hai
saans chalti hai mgr murda bna deta hai...

mt pooch us k maikhaney ka pata aey saqi
us k sheher ka to pani b nasha deta hai.
Agr woh pochein tou un se kehna un ka aashiq basta tha yahan

Dekhna un ko woh pepal ka peid aur kehna gaaney woh tanhai mein gungunata tha yahan.

Le jana un ko darwazey pe aur kehna intezaar woh kiya karta tha yahan.

Phir rakhna ungli dil pe aur kehna.. Shikayat karta tha ke dard hota hai yahan.
Kabhi Kisi Se Zikar-E-Judai Mat Kerna
Iss Dil Ki Kabhi Ruswai Mat Kerna
Jab Dil Uth Jaye Hum Se To bata Dena
Na Bata ker Bewafai Mat Kerna
Na kabhi ye chupaya ki pyar kitnna hai, na kabhi ye jataya ki dard kitna hai,bas hume aur us khuda ko hai malum, apse mulakat ka
intezar kitna hai.
Mari mohabat hay woh, koi majboori to nahi.
woh mujay chahay, ya mill jay zarori to nahi.

yah kuch kam hay kay bassa hay mari sansoon main.
woh samnay ho mari ankhoon kay zarori to nahi.

jaan qurban mari, us ki her muskurahat pay.
chaaht ka takaza hay yahi, Aqal-e-Khurori to nahi.

ab to nikal kay ankhoon say yadoon main ja basa woh.
yahi hay qurbat-e-chaahat, koi dori to nahi.

us kay gar ki tarf utthy hi ruk jaty hain kadam.
badnami say us ki darta hoon, koi mazori to nahi.

keyoon log madhoosh hotay hain mari mahaq say.
dil ki jalan aur ansoaoon ka ater hay, mahaq-e-kafori to nai.

dair karta hoon her kam main katay hain dost mary..
kam aqali hay mari koi shaoori to nahi.
Dil dukhATa hAy Wo mil kr B


MagAr

Aaj

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us BeDard ko lay aao k rAAt kate.
apni khamosh zindagi main bulana mujhko
apni haseen khuawab ki tasveer banana mujhko,
main jo puchun tumhara hal-e-dil,
to apni her dharkan ki awaz sunana mujhko
Un Ki Chahat Ko Apni Mohobbat Bana Ke Dekh

Un Ki Hansi Ko Apne Honton Se Muskura Kar Dekh

Un Ke Ashkon Ko Apni Aankhon Se Gira Kar Dekh

Un Ki Bechainiyon Ko Apne Dil Main Basa Kar Dekh

Ye Mohobbat Ik Haseen Tohfa Hai

Kabhi Mohobbat Ko Is Tarah Bhi Nibha Kar Dekh
Ye Jantay Huye Bhi
K
Wo Hawa Hai Mere Hath Na Aye Ga
Wo Badal Hai Jisay Main Choo Na Paun Ga
Phir Bhi Main Ne
Hawa Ko Pakarna Chaha
Badal Ko Choona Chaha
Wo rula ker hans na paya dair tak
jab mai roo ker muskuraya na dair tak

bhoolna chaha agar uss ko kabhi
Aur bhi wo yaad aya dair tak

bhookhey bachon ki tassali key lye
maa ney phir pani pakaya dair tak

jab mai roo ker muskuraya na dair tak

gungunata ja raha tha ik faqeer
dhoop rehti hai na saaya dair tak

Wo rula ker hans na paya dair tak
jab mai roo ker muskuraya na dair tak