Poetry

Ghar Bana Ke Mere Dil Me Woh Choor Gaya

Choor Yeh Baat Mily Zakham Mujhy Kahan Se

Pata Karo Woh Theek To Hai Suna Hai Muhabbat Kar Li Hai Usne

Woh To Aisa Tha Ke Ik Aanso Girnay Ki Bhi Wajah Pocha Karta Tha

Kaha Tha Na Bhool Jaogy Meri Baat Pe Aksar Lara Karty Thy Tum

Humain Khabar Hai Muhabbat Ke Sub Thikanon Ki Shareek-E-Jurm Na Hoty To Mukhbari Karty

Ab Ki Baar Ek Ajeeb Si Khahish Uthi Hai Dil Me Koi Toot Ke Chahe Mujhy Aur Main Bewafa Niklon

Muhabbat Haath Me Pehni Hui Choori Ki Manind Hai Sanwarti Hai Khanakti Hai Khanak Kar Toot Jati Hai

Meri Khushi Ke Lamhe Mukhtsar Hain Is Qadar Guzar Jate Hain Mere Muskorane Se Pehly

Muhabbat Munfrid Hai Is Liey Saare Hi Khailon Me Jo Hara Hai Phir Nahi Khela Jo Jeeta Usne Toba Ki

Bass Ik Khahish Hai Ke Tujhe Khudse Ziyada Chahon Main Rahoon Na Rahoon Tujhe Meri Wafa Yaad Rahy

Aaj Bari Dair Tak Woh Muhabbat Dikhata Raha Mohsin

Najanay Kis Ke Muqdar Main Tu Likha Hai Magar

Sanwate Hain Woh Dekh Kar Aaina

Ik Umar Se Yehi Hay Mery Dil Ki Aarzoo

Dhondo Ge Kahan Mujhko Lo Mera Pata Le Lo

Nadan na'samajh dil! Matt talash ker usay yahaN ab!

Yeh Dard Ki Kaifyat Beyaan Ho Kaise

Mangatey Hain Log Hum Say Teri Muhabbat Ka Saboot

Yeh Sach Hai Insan Ki Khuwahishon Ki Koi Had Nhi Hoti