sawalon ne loota zawabon ne loota kitabon wafa k hawalon ne loota andhero se khud ko bacha paya lekin mera chaman to ujalon ne loota gairon se mujhko shikayat nahi hai muje mere chahne walo ne luta.
Kuch Is Tarah Se Tode Han Milne K Silsily.Sub Nishan Apni Yaad K Mita K Chala Gya.Main Dhundta Raha Jise Milne K WasteWo Shakhs Mere Shehr Main Aa Kr Chala Gya
Dil Ko Har Waqt Tasalli Dena Hota Hai. Dard Hota Hai Na Jane Kahaan Hota Hai. Aap Kyun Puchte Ho Is Dard Ki Haalat. Hum Kya Batayen Ki Ye Dard Kahaan Hota Hai.
Likhu kuch aaj yeh waqt ka takaza hai; dil me dard abhi taza-taza hai; gir padte hai aansu mere kagaz par, lagta hai kalam me syahi kam aur ishq zyada hai..
Husn wale khub wafaon ka sila dete hain, Har mod par ek jakhm naya dete hain, Dost” is jahan mein koi apna nahi, Jab aag lagti hai to patte bhi hawa dete hain
Kab kaun kisi ka hota hai,Sab jhoothe rishte naate hai,Sab Dil rakhne ki baatein hai,Sab assli roop Chhupate hai,Ek baar nigahoon mein aa kar,Phir saari zindagi rulate hai.
Use Ik Saltanat Ki Rajhdani Chiye Thi Mohabbat Mein B Usko Hukmurani Chiye Thi Bicherne Ka Wo Pehle Se Teh Ker Chuka Tha Use Meri Tarf Se Bas Berukhi Chiye Thi
