sahaani numood jahan ki ghadi thi
tabassum fishan zindagi ki kali thi
kahin mehar ko taaj zar mil raha tha
ata ko chaandani ho rahi thi
siyah pairhan shaam ko de rahe the
sitaaron ko taaleem taabnadgi thi
kahin shaakh hasti ko lagte the patte
kahin zindagi ki kali photti thi
farishte sakhaate the shabnam ko rona
hansi ko pahle pahal aa rahi thi
ata dard hota tha shaair ke dil ko
khudi tishna kaam mai be khudi thi
athi awwal awwal ghata kaali kaali
koi hoor choti ko khole khadi thi
zamin ko tha daawa ki mein aasman hoon
makan kah raha tha ki mein la makan hoon
gharaz us quadar ye nazaara tha pyara
ki nazaargi ho saraapa nazaara
mulk aazmaate the parwaaz apni
jabeenon se noor azal aashkaara
farishta tha ik ishq tha naam jis ka
ki thi rahabri us ki sab ka sahaara
farishta ki putla tha be taabeewan ka
mulk ka mulk aur paare ka paara
pay sair firdaus ko ja raha tha
quaza se mila raah mein wo quaza ra
ye poochha tira naam kya kaam kya hai
nahi aankh ko deed teri gawaara
hua sun ke goya quaza ka farishta
ajal hoon mira kaam hai aashkaara
adaati hoon mein rakht hasti ke purze
bujhaati hoon mein zindagi ka sharaara
miri aankh mein jaadoye neesti hai
payaam fanaa hai asi ka ishaara
magar ek hasti hai duniyaa mein aisi
wo aatish hai mein saamne us ke paara
sharar ban ke rahti hai insan ke dil mein
wo hai noor mutlaque ki aankhon ka taara
tapakti hai aankhon se ban ban ke aansoo
wo aansoo ki ho jin ki talkhi gawaara
suni ishq ne guftugoo jab quaza ki
hansi us ke lab par hui aashkaara
gari us tabassum ki bijli ajal par
!aandheere ka ho noor mein kya guzaara
baqua ko jo dekha fanaa ho gai wo
quaza thi shikaar quaza ho gai wo
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jo mein sar b sajda hua kabhi toh zamin se aane lagi sada
tira dil toh hai sanam aashna tujhe kya mile ga namaaz mein
kabhi jo aawaara-e junoon the wo bastiyon mein phir aa basin ge
barahna paai wahi rahe gi magar naya khaar zaar hoga
suna diya gosh muntazir ko hijaaz ki khaamushi ne aakhir
jo ahad sahraayeewan se baandha gaya tha phir ustuwaar hoga
dayaar maghrib ke rahne waalo khuda ki basti dukan nahi hai
khara jise tum samajh rahe ho wo ab zar kam ayyaar hoga
kaha jo qumri se mein ne ik din yahan ke aazaad pa b gul hain
toh ghunche kahne lage hamare chaman ka ye raazdaar hoga
na poochh iqubaal ka thikaana abhi wahi kaifiyat hai us ki
kahin sar rah guzaar baitha sitam kash intizaar hoga