Shayari
Hazaaron khwahishein aisi ke har khwahish pe dam nikle
Bahut nikle mere armaan, lekin phir bhi kam nikle
Dil dhoondta hai phir wahi fursat-e-shab-o-roz
Naaz uthana, naaz uthana, naaz uthana
The heart searches again for those leisured days and nights of being deeply loved. The haunting repetition of "naaz uthana" creates an echo of longing.

Mirza Asadullah Baig Khan, known by his pen name Ghalib, was a renowned Urdu and Persian poet during the last years of the Mughal Empire.
Hazaaron khwahishein aisi ke har khwahish pe dam nikle
Bahut nikle mere armaan, lekin phir bhi kam nikle
maiñ bhī ruk ruk ke na martā jo zabāñ ke badle
dashna ik tez sā hotā mire ġham-ḳhvār ke paas
bār-hā dekhī haiñ un kī ranjisheñ
par kuchh ab ke sargirānī aur hai
dost-dār-e-dushman hai e'timād-e-dil ma.alūm
aah be-asar dekhī naala nā-rasā paayā
nazzāre ne bhī kaam kiyā vaañ naqāb kā
mastī se har nigah tire ruḳh par bikhar ga.ī
haiñ kavākib kuchh nazar aate haiñ kuchh
dete haiñ dhoka ye bāzīgar khulā
baḌe baḌe ġham khaḌe hue the rasta roke rāhoñ meñ
chhoTī chhoTī ḳhushiyoñ se hī ham ne dil ko shaad kiyā
ḳhud apne se milne kā to yaarā na thā mujh meñ
maiñ bhiiḌ meñ gum ho ga.ī tanhā.ī ke Dar se
dil nā-umīd to nahīñ nākām hī to hai
lambī hai ġham kī shaam magar shaam hī to hai
ham haal to kah sakte haiñ apnā pa kaheñ kyā
jab vo idhar aate haiñ to tanhā nahīñ aate
phir sar-e-sub.h kisī dard ke dar vā karne
dhaan ke khet se ik mauj-e-havā aa.ī hai
kaan meñ hai tere motī āb-dār
yā kisī āshiq kā aañsū bolnā