Kabhi roke muskuraye, kabhi muskurake roye Teri yaad jab bhi aayee, tujhe bhula bulake roye Ek tera hi naam tha jise hazaar baartha likha Jise khush hue the likhkar use mita mitake roye…
Unki tasveer ko seene se laga lete hain, iss tarah judai ka gham mitaa lete hain. Kisi tarah zikar ho jaye unka, to hass kar bheegi palkein jhuka lete hain.
Na dil se hota hai,na dimag se hota hai, ye Pyaar to itefaaq se hota hai;Aur kya kahen Pyaar karke bhi Pyaar na mile,Ye itefaq sirf hamare hi saath hota hai.
Hakikat na puch mere fasane ki,tere jate hi badal gayi nazar zamane ki. Log puchte hai mai khush kyun nahi,kya kahu meri toh adat thi tere sang muskurane ki.
Har khushi mere pehlu me hai fir ye kami kaisi har su jashn ki kaifiyat fir is kone me ghami kaisi is phalte foolte ped me ye kaisi dali murjhaii hai shayad mujhe aaj fir kisi bewafa ki yaad aai hai
