Hamesha Dair Kar deta hun me || A Heart-Touching Poetry of Munir Niazi

 

Ujhr chuki he zindagi udas he pal pal

Chasm tar or honto pe pyas he pal pal


Aisi adat huwi shab-o-roz sisakne ki

Shab-e-tarikh hi laga k raas he pal pal


Dur kahin gum hn maazi ke dreche shaid

Gard alaud yaadon ki mittas he pal pal

Wo Gaie aise k loat kar na aie panchi

Dil-e-nadan ko phr b ik aas he pal pal


Is tarah meri lash pe khanjar na chalao

Dukh dard dil o rooh ka sath he pal pal

Me nagr nagr jo gaya nai
Mere dil tbi wo jiya nai
Me tha pyar ki talash me
Baki ab kahin wo raha nai

Mere sathyo me dosto
Tmhain dil me mane bsa lia
Sara dard-e-dil b suna lia

Mere dard ki zuban tm
Meri jastaju ka byan tm
Rooh-e-jism ka makan tm
He ye sukhn jo saman tm
Meri dastan to raman tm
Me hun dharti to asman tm
Meri rag ki garmi jawan tm


Aa mere sang chal tu 2 kadam
Khake raham hi mere humkadam


Tu chale zamane k dhorh se
Mere peer jhkre hn zor se

Ruk ruk k chal mere rahguzr
Mere dil me he halka sa dar

He tu khub khryal behar sa
Par hun me khizan k pyar sa

Mujhe to bhul aise ja..
K jaise
koi kissa purana ho...

Koi kahka fiza me ubra
Koi mkhmri chahra khla

Koi sargoshi
Koi ronak
Koi lahja
Koi mosam


Bahar ki rut koi suhani
Shako pe gaaie koial

Magr phr dastan badli
Urre panchi
Luti dali
Gaie sb raag kaliyon k....

Mite sb harf chahat k...
Khule gaisu mohbt k...

Aaya anjam pe kissa
Dewane ki mohbt ka..

Mujhe tu bhul aise ja...
K jaise
Koi kissa purana ho....

Mosam wassaal ki bahar le gya
Jate huwe dilon ka karar le gya

Wo aya to zndgi bekhudi c lagi
Jo gaya sang sare khumar le gaya


Nai yad kitni shamain sang beeti
Huwa rubaru or mere shumar le gaya


Rahi tashnagi b or wohi pyas bki
Miti zndgi ko thame shikar le gaya


Tere sang chala tha koi 2 pal k liae
Nai kuch mile use to wo khar le gaya


Dil hajr he tera to nahi koi gam
Shakir ka hosla he jo pyar le gaya

Mujhe itna aaj tu pyare de... 
Mere dil me aag utar de...
Mere jism ko tu qarar de...
Patjar me aise bahar de...


Meri ruh me tu shumar he
Mere dil ka aisa khumar he
Nai milta tmbn chain re
Mile junhi tmse nain re

Meri ruh ki awargi
Or jism-o-jan ki teragi
Meri dil se uthi sada tmhi
Meri ruh ki ho gaza tmhi

Meri rag se ruh nikal kar....
Mujhe aisa aaj nidhal kar...

Pila jam apni tu deed ka
Ho din mera phr eid ka

Mujhe chahto se nikhar de...
Mujhe itna aaj tu pyar de....
Meri zndgi ko sanwar de....

Maho rangan me tu pahal kare
More bagre kam tu sahal kare


Kahe dil apna me war karu
Jind jan bhala jo nisar karu

Mera joban rakh le girvi pia
Ro ro k dil ka dard jia

Mohe angan tera bhavan jo
Dil pyar uthaya sawan jo
Mohe sidh budh apni kahe nai
Dil pyar ka rng me jave nai

Mori rangde chniri lal harri

Mora joban rakhle girvi pia

Mohobat me agr koi jhot bole to
Mohbt toot jati he
Mohbt rooth jati he

Mohbt me ada kari nai chalti
Mohbt me raya kari nai chalti

Mohbt sache jzbon se bna anmol moti he
Mohbt zndagi me fakat ik bar hoti he
Mohbt rail ki manind
K har pal musafir is ki rah tkte hn
Agr ye chout jaie to

Musafir soog karte hn
Musafir roog karte hn

Mohbt peer se lipti huwi ik bail ki manind
Jo har pal or brti jati he
Mohbt jilmalati he
Chamate chand k manind
Mohbt raag gati he.

Is liae to

Mobhat me ada kari nai chalti
Mohabt me raya kari nai chalti.

Mohbt me agr koi jhoot bole to  mohbt root jati he
Mohbt toot jati he...

Huwa dil udas kyun itna aaj....

Jb dil ka daman khali ho
Khwa ruh ktni mtwli ho
Banie chahre dil ka aks kbi
Jo zuban-o-dil ho braks sbi

Phir dil kare nadani kyun....
Huwa dil udas kyun itna aaj....


Jo thi dil ki wo dil me rahi
Kbi pchi tmne na mene kahi
Mere dukh dard ka darman koi
Mujhse chin gaya apna koi

Pr ankhon se bahe pani kyun...
Huwa dil udas kyun itna aaj....


Sab mazi tmko b bhul gaya
Mere balo ki bn  dhul gaya
Dil-o-daman dahliz-o-diya
Tri deed ko tarsain ye piya

Bhala ho jb rut mastani kyun....
Huwa dil udas kyun itna aaj....



Kal tm the dil ko rahat thi
Her su milne me chahat thi
Ab tm jo mujh se milte ho
Dukh dard sazain daite ho

Na milo to ho preshani kyun...
Huwa dil udas kyun itna aaj.....

Hum ne jana kya or wo kya nikle
K dil lagane se pare ka zra nikle

Wo nikle kya is se hmain kya
Bus jo b huwa wo bewafa nkle

Humne jana tha use hjr ki murat
Wo to is rup mati ka khlona nikle

Itne maho sal jo sath hn guzare
K abi b bki shakir ki koi tmana nkle

Jb dard sunane nikle hum...

Tune dunia ka hi sath dia
Hatho me phle hath lia
Phr dil ka fasana sun k tm
Dahlize dil pe utare tm

Mene socha tm to waise nahi
Dukh dard sune jona aise nahi

Mere dard ka darman tmhi the
Her soch ka arman tmhi the

So socha tmhi se kah dalu...
Jo nkle gar matum nkle...
Jo dard sunane hum nkle....


Tujhe dard sunaya dil ka sb
Suna dard mera bhari ankh tb
Dil dard dreche aag lagi
Mere dil ki sari pyas bujhi

Gaiy dur magr na tum nikle...
Jo dard sunane hum nikle...

Mere pas aa me smet lu....

Tujhe kya huwa tera hal kya
Teri shano shokat jlal kya
Tere bikhre balon ki dastan
Tere sare durdo ki me zuban

Kisi shb ke phle se phr me
Mere ajnbi tu bikhar gya...
Mere pas aa me smet lu....

Tera chahra zkhmo se chur he
Sahe dard ktne ranjur he
Tere dard ka darman karu
K ye khtm hon wo saman karu

In dil nageeno k shahr me...
Mere ajnbi tu bikhar gaya...
Mere pas aa me smet lu....


Tenu dil ka dard chupaya kyun
Me tha pas pr na btaya kyun
Tune hont apne jo c liae
Bare gum k tofan jo p liae

Ik jistajuoon k sahar me....
Mere ajnbi tu bkhar gaya..
Mere pas aa me smet lu...


Tere ashk bahte nigaho se
Dil-e-deed dkhti pnaho se
Tere nkhre naz ada sbhi
Mahuv hogaie teri dil laggi

Ik pal ki choti c lahr me...
Mere ajnbi tu bikhar gaya...
Mere pas aa me smet lu.....


Tujhe kis ne tora tabah kiya
Bu ko gull se kisne juda kiya
Teri tazgi kaise lut gaie
Thi jo nazgi b wo mit gaie

Luta tu khizaon k kahar me...
Mere ajnbi tu bikhar gaya....
Mere pas aa me smet lu....


Tu to melego tanha na tha
Tere sang chalta zamanah tha
Teri rahain kitni purnur thien
K wo nagmain gati zurur thien

Ujri ghataon ke gahar me....
Mere ajnbi tu bikhar gaya...
Mere pas aa me smet lu....

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. .