Aaj Phir Kuch Likhne Ka Mann Hua,
Kalam Ki Syaahi Se Kaagaz Par Dard Utaarne Ka Mann Hua.
Par Najaane Kyun, Ruk Chale Hath Yun Likhte Likhte,
Socha, Syaahi Na Feeki Reh Jaaye Bayaan Karte Karte.
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Dard Ke Sagar Mein Gote Lagata Ye Dil Mera,
Kahe Mujhse, Kya Pata Is Bheed Mein Bhi Koi Ho Tera,
Andhero Mein Beet Rahi Is Zindagi Mein Teri,
Kya Pata Koi Dhundh Laaye Naya Savera Tera.
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Ye Raat Itni Khaamosh Kyun Hai,
Sath Mein Iske Tanhaayi Ka Aalam Kyun Hai,
Sitaaron Ki Mehfil Mein Bhi Chaand Akela Kyun Hai,
Kahin To Hai Fitrat-e-Bewafayi Duniya Ki Nazar Mein,
Warna Pyar Bhara Dil Mehfil Mein AKela Kyun Hai.
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Dil Hai Pyasa Kisi Ke Pyaar Ke Liye,
Nazar Bhi Pyaasi Hai Kisi Ke Deedaar Ke Liye,
Har Nadi Ki Manzil Samunder He To Hai,
Pyaase To Hai Kyuki Ye Dono Bhi Ek Dusre Ke Pyar Ke Liye.
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Ye Jo Haal Hai Mera, Ek Roz Sudhar Jayengy.
Par Kayi Log Mere Dil Se Utar Jayengy.
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Khudse Mohabbat Karne Ka Hausla Chahye,
Dusro Ke Liye He Nahi, Khud Ke Liye Bhi Ye Dil Deewana Chahye,
Tab He Mumkin Hai Iske Harz Marz Ki Dawa,
Aisa Is Dil Or Apne Beech Pyaar Ka Afsaana Chahye.
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