Mohabbat ke mosam, Zamaney ke sab mosamon se niraley Bahar-o-khizan in ki sab se juda Alag in ka sukh hy,Alag hy ghata Mohabbat ke khittey ki aab-o-hawa Ma’awra un anasir se jo Mosamon ke taghaiyur ki bunyad hain Ye zaman-o-makan ke kam-o-besh se Aise aazad hain Jaisey subh-e-azal….Jaise sham-e-fana Shab-o-roz-e-aalam ke ahkam ko Ye mohabbat [...]

Mohabbat bs Mohabbat hy Badal mein kuch nahee chati Ye wo haseen Tijarat hy Jo Saudagari nahee chati Mohabbat ik esi basti hy Jo ujarr kr he to basti hy Ye takmeel anokhee hy Jo hona poori nahee chati Isi basti ki main bhi hun Aik ujree hoee basi Jo ro bhi nahee sakti, Or [...]

Barson ke baad dekha ek shakhs dil ruba sa Ab zehan mein nahin he per naam tha bhala sa Abroo khinche khinche se aankhen jhuki jhuki si Baatain ruki ruki si, lehja thaka thaka sa Alfaaz the keh jugnu aawaaz ke safar mein Bun jaye jangalon mein jis tarha rasta sa Khuwaabon mein khuwaab us [...]

In bheer bhari rahoon me hain hum Khud ko samjhte hain akela hum Na apni khabr na dosroon ka pata na jane kis moar pe khare hain hum AE!KHUDA Dekha de hum ko humari manzil kuyn khud se anjane hain hum teri ibadad aur apni moat se hain ghafil Q shitan ke irade kamiyab karte [...]

KABHI JO HUM NAHI HON GE Kaho kis ko batao ge Wo apni uljhane sari wo becheni main doobye pal, Wo ankhon Main chupe anso kaho kis ko dikhao ge Kabhi jo hum nahi hon ge, Bahot bechen ho ge tum Abhi bhi tum nahi samjhe hamari unkahi baten, Magar jab yaad aaien ge bahot [...]

Disillusioned by caracoles, this is not Christmas; But then havent your toes been painted since then; And I ride bicycles across the rows of Crocodiles or close cousins of whatever they are; And we have fun until the nightgowns douse; And we light off fireworks out front of your paper house; And Zackery and Jessie [...]

When April bends above me And finds me fast asleep Dust need not keep the secret A live heart died to keep. When April tells the thrushes, The meadow-larks will know, And pipe the three words lightly To all the winds that blow. Above his roof the swallows, In notes like far-blown rain, Will tell [...]

When April bends above me And finds me fast asleep Dust need not keep the secret A live heart died to keep. When April tells the thrushes, The meadow-larks will know, And pipe the three words lightly To all the winds that blow. Above his roof the swallows, In notes like far-blown rain, Will tell [...]