ye soch kar bhi hans na sake ham shikasta-dil — Naresh Kumar Shad

mahfil un ki saaqi un kaa
aankhein apni baaqi un kaa

tufaan-e-gham ki tund havaaon ke baavajud
ik sham-e-aarzu hai jo ab tak bujhi nahin

tu mire gham mein na hansti hui aankhon ko rulaa
main to mar mar ke bhi ji saktaa huun meraa kyaa hai

tiraa hijr meraa nasib hai tiraa gham hi meri hayaat hai
mujhe teri duuri kaa gham ho kyon tu kahin bhi ho mire paas hai

khudaa se log bhi khaaif kabhi the
magar logon se ab khaaif khudaa hai

itnaa bhi naa-umid dil-e-kam-nazar na ho
mumkin nahin ki shaam-e-alam ki sahar na ho

gham hai na ab khushi hai na ummid hai na yaas
sab se najaat paae zamaane guzar gae

jab ki pahlu se yaar uThtaa hai
dard be-ikhtiyaar uThtaa hai

husn jalva dikhaa gayaa apnaa
ishq baiThaa rahaa udaas kahin

kyaa kyaa faraaghatein thiin mayassar hayaat ko
vo din bhi the ki tere sivaa koi gham na thaa

dard-e-mahrumi-e-jaaved bhi ik daulat hai
ahl-e-gham bhi tire sharminda-e-ehsaan nikle

kuchh aap kaa gham kuchh gham-e-jaan kuchh gham-e-duniyaa
daaman mein mire phuul bhi hain khaar bhi khas bhi