jaane kis samt uDtaa phirtaa hai — Naheed Virk

sun kisi din to mire gham ki kahaani
tujh ko dard-e-dil bataanaa chaahti huun

aur phir dil ne us ko chhoD diyaa
jab ta'alluq bahaal thaa hi nahin

koi to baat us ki maan leti
mohabbat umr mein mujh se baDi thi

tu dard bhi duaa bhi tu zakhm bhi davaa bhi
shikve bhi hain tujhi se aur pyaar bhi tujhi se

maan leti huun mukammal ho tum
maan leti huun kami hai mujh mein

main us ke dhyaan mein khoi hui thi
sabhi misre ghazal ke saj gae hain

Dil dhoondta hai phir wahi fursat-e-shab-o-roz
Naaz uthana, naaz uthana, naaz uthana

main bhi ruk ruk ke na martaa jo zabaan ke badle
dashna ik tez saa hotaa mire gham-khvaar ke paas

ranjish hi sahi dil hi dukhaane ke liye aa
aa phir se mujhe chhoD ke jaane ke liye aa

dost-daar-e-dushman hai e'timaad-e-dil maalum
aah be-asar dekhi naala naa-rasaa paayaa

baDe baDe gham khaDe hue the rasta roke raahon mein
chhoTi chhoTi khushiyon se hi ham ne dil ko shaad kiyaa

andaaz-e-bayaan garche bahut shokh nahin hai
shaayad ki utar jaae tire dil mein miri baat