sard ThiThuri hui lipTi hui sarsar ki tarah — Mansoor Aafaque

baarishein us kaa lab-o-lahja pahan leti thiin
shor karti thi vo barsaat mein jhaanjhar ki tarah

vo tiraa unchi haveli ke qafas mein rahnaa
yaad aae to parindon ko rihaa kartaa huun

qayaam kartaa huun akasr main dil ke kamre mein
ki jam na jaae kahin gard us ki chizon par

tujh aisi narm garm kai laDkiyon ke saath
main ne shab-e-firaaq Dubo di sharaab mein

aa giraa zinda shamshaan mein lakDiyon kaa dhuaan dekh kar
ik musaafir parinda kai sard raaton kaa maaraa huaa

bas ek raat se kaise thakan utarti hai
badan ko chaahiye aaraam kuchh ziyaada hi

kam-umri mein sunet hain
mar jaate hain achchhe log

zindagi ke bahut qarib na jaa
faasla kuchh to apne dhyaan mein rakh

baDe qalaq ki baat hai ki tum ise na paDh sake
hamaari zindagi to ik khuli hui kitaab thi

apne man mein Duub kar paa jaa suraagh-e-zindagi
tu agar meraa nahin bantaa na ban apnaa to ban

umr bhar kaun nibhaataa hai ta'alluq itnaa
ai miri jaan ke dushman tujhe allaah rakkhe

zindagi tu bhi hamein vaise hi ik roz guzaar
jis tarah ham tujhe barson se guzaare hue hain