Kyon hijr ke shikave karta hai kyon dard ke rone rota hai
kyon hijr ke shikave karta hai kyon dard ke rone rota hai
ab ishq kiya hai to sabr bhi kar is mein to yahi kuch hota hai
aagaz-e-musibat hota hai apne hi dil ke shararat se
aankhon mein phul khilata hai talavon mein kanten bota hai
ahabab ka shikwa kya kijiye khud zahir va batin ek nahi
lab upar upar hanste hain dil andar andar rota hai
mALLAHon ko ilzam na do tum sahil wale kya janon
ye tufan kon uthta hai ye kishti kon dubota hai
kya jane kya ye khoyega kya jane kya ye payega
mandir ka pujari jagata hai masjid ka namazi sota hai
Poet of the poem/ghazal or Nazam: Hafeez Jullundhri
Here is Some Related Poetry or shayari
- pahale pahal to Khvaab. – Saleem Kausar
pahale pahal to khwabon ka dam bharne lagti hai phir aankhen palkon mein chup kar rone lagti hai jane tab kyon suraj ke khvahish karte hain log jab barish mein sab divaren girane lagti hai tasviron ka rog bhi aakhir kaisa hota hai tanhai mein baat karo to bolane lagti hai sahil se takarane vali vahashi maujen bhi zinda rahane ke khvahish - Besan ke sondhi roti par – Nida Fazli
besan ke sondhi roti par khatti chatani jaisi man yaad aati hai chauka-basan chimata phukani jaisi man bans ke khurri khat ke upar har aahat par kan dhare aadhi soi aadhi jagi thaki dopahari jaisi man chidiyon ke chahakar mein gunje radha-mohan ali-ali murge ke aavaz se khulati ghar ke kundi jaisi man bivi, beti, bahan, padosan thodi thodi si sab mein din bhar ik rassi ke upar chalati natani - Garaj baras pyasi dharti par phir pani de maula
garaj baras pyasi dharti par phir pani de maula chidiyon ko dana, bachon ko gudadhani de maula do aur do ka jod hamesha char kahan hota hai soch samajhavalon ko thodi nadani de maula phir roshan kar zeher ka pyala chamaka nai saliben jhuthon ke duniya mein sach ko tabani de maula phir murat se bahar aakar charon or bikhar ja phir - Na ho gar aashana nahi hota – Seemab Akbarabadi
Na ho gar aashana nahi hota but kisi ka khuda nahi hota tum bhi us waqt yaad aate ho jab koi aasara nahi hota dil mein kitna sukun hota hai jab koi muddava nahi hota ho na jab tak shikar-e-nakami aadmi kam ka nahi hota zindagi thi shabab tak “seemab” ab koi saneha nahi hota Poet of the Poem / Ghazal or Nazam : Seemab - Gham bade aate hain qatil ki nigahon ki tarah
gham bade aate hain qatil ki nigahon ki tarah tum chipa lo mujhe, ae dost, gunahon ki tarah apni nazaron mein gunahagar na hote, kyon kar dil hi dushman hain mukhalif ki gvahon ki tarah har taraf zist ki rahon mein kadi dhup hai dost bas teri yaad ki saye hain panahon ki tarah jinake khatir kabhi ilzam uthaye, ‘fakir’ wo bhi
