paap karo ji khol kar dhabbon ki kyaa soch — Anjum Rumani

nai zindagi ke nae makr o fan
nae aadmi ki nai chaal-Dhaal

dil se uThtaa hai subh-o-shaam dhuaan
koi rahtaa hai is makaan mein abhi

sach ke saude mein na paDnaa ki khasaaraa hogaa
jo huaa haal hamaaraa so tumhaaraa hogaa

ye jitne masale hain mashghale hain sab faraaghat ke
na tum be-kaar baiThe ho na ham be-kaar baiThe hain

dete nahin sujhaai jo duniyaa ke khatt-o-khaal
aae hain tirgi mein magar raushni se ham

samjhi gai jo baat hamaari ghalat to kyaa
yaan tarjuma kuchh aur hai aayat kuchh aur hai

jinhein ye fikr nahin sar rahe rahe na rahe
vo sach hi kahte hain jab bolne pe aate hain

vo na aaegaa hamein maalum thaa is shaam bhi
intizaar us kaa magar kuchh soch kar karte rahe

pahle us ki aankhein sochi jaati hain
phir aankhon mein raat bitaai jaati hai

yaad aati hai achchhi si koi baat sar-e-shaam
phir subh talak sochte rahte hain vo kyaa thi

mujh ko ye soch hai jiite hain ve kyun-kar yaa-rab
apne maashuqon se jo shakhs judaa rahte hain

naaseh yahaan ye fikr hai siina bhi chaak ho
hai fikr-e-bakhiya tujh ko garebaan ke chaak mein