hans ke phulon ko vo kareinge subuk — Zeba

ye baat baat pe zaahid jo TuuT jaataa hai
dil-e-hazin bhi hamaaraa tiraa vuzu kyaa hai

khudaa ki bhi nahin sunte hain ye but
bhalaa main kyaa huun meri iltijaa kyaa

butaan-e-hind mire dil mein hain dar aae hue
khudaa ke ghar ko ghar apnaa hain ye banaae hue

huaa hai ishq mein kam husn-e-ittifaaq aisaa
ki dil ko yaar to dil yaar ko pasand huaa

pahle kyaa thaa jo kiyaa karte the taarif miri
ab huaa kyaa jo buraa ho gayaa achchhaa ho kar

aap ko kho ke tum ko DhunDh liyaa
hausla thaa ye mere hi dil kaa

main baDaa ho gayaa huun magar bachpanaa
mere dil se kabhi bhi gayaa hi nahin

'saif' andaaz-e-bayaan rang badal detaa hai
varna duniyaa mein koi baat nai baat nahin

uDti hai khaak dil ke darichon ke aas-paas
shaayad makin koi nahin is makaan mein

ik shakl hamein phir bhaai hai ik surat dil mein samaai hai
ham aaj bahut sarshaar sahi par aglaa moD judaai hai

phir aaj ek ghazal keh ke main mo'attar huun
phir aaj zakhm kiye apne sandali main ne

ishq ki choT kaa kuchh dil pe asar ho to sahi
dard kam ho yaa ziyaada ho magar ho to sahi