Friday, June 17, 2011

my poetry

Kisi ko dard de daina bht asan hota he

K dunia me siwaie dard k rkha kya he

Han!!
Bht asan hota he
Kisi ko dard de daina
Kisi ko zakhm de daina
Ksi k hont see daina
Kisi ka dil chura k phr
Use be-dil hi kar daina

Yahan k log aise hn
Sholon ki basti jaise hn

Dilon me utar jate hn
Nazar me jhilmilate hn
Zara c roshni karke
Zara c chandni karke
Honto pe hansi le kar
Dil ki sb kushi le kar
Ajab c zindagi ji kar
Gullon ki dil-lagi pi kar

Baahane phr bnate hn
Kaii sapne dikhate hn
Dil-e-ranjur k gam me
Dhukhi se geet gate hn

Magr!
Me ashnah aisa
Tere hatho na aon ga.
Na tujhe apna bnaon ga
Tujhe me dard hi dun ga
Teri nendain churaon ga.
Bna na aashna mujhko
Tu apna rahnuma mujhko
Mera daman sulagta he
Tera daman jalaoun ga

Tujhe makhmur kardun ga
Gammon se chur kardun ga

Fiza me dur jo urr kar
Hawa me bikhar jaoun ga
Magr!

Tere hatho na aoun ga

Q k
Kisi ko dard de daina bht asan hota he

K dunia me siwaie dard k rakha kya he. .