rukh 25 Posted April 19, 2015 (edited) Wohi bewaja si udasiyan kabhi wehshatein tere shaher mein*tu gya to mujh se bichhar gaein sabhi ronkein tere sheher meinmeri bebasi ki kitaab ka koi warq tu ne parha nahitujhe kia khaber kahan mar gyen meri khuwahishein tere sheher meinsabhi hath mujh pe uthe yahan sabhi lafz mujh pe kasse gay*meri sadgi k libaas per pari silwatein tere sheher meinwo jo khasta haal ghareeb the kahin bastiyon mein mukeem the*unhein kia hoa k woh seh gay sabhi tohmatein tere sheher mein yahan loog bikte hein dosto, yahan tajiron ki kami nahi her shaks ki hein lagi huein kai keematein tere sheher mein tu bhi yaad-e-maazi mein he mager kai khuwab or bhi the AQEEL* phir yeh hoa k dafan huein sabhi chahatein tere sheher mein Edited April 19, 2015 by rukh 1 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
daineee 211 Posted April 20, 2015 Wohi bewaja si udasiyan kabhi wehshatein tere shaher mein* tu gya to mujh se bichhar gaein sabhi ronkein tere sheher mein meri bebasi ki kitaab ka koi warq tu ne parha nahi tujhe kia khaber kahan mar gyen meri khuwahishein tere sheher mein sabhi hath mujh pe uthe yahan sabhi lafz mujh pe kasse gay* meri sadgi k libaas per pari silwatein tere sheher mein wo jo khasta haal ghareeb the kahin bastiyon mein mukeem the* unhein kia hoa k woh seh gay sabhi tohmatein tere sheher mein yahan loog bikte hein dosto, yahan tajiron ki kami nahi her shaks ki hein lagi huein kai keematein tere sheher mein tu bhi yaad-e-maazi mein he mager kai khuwab or bhi the AQEEL* phir yeh hoa k dafan huein sabhi chahatein tere sheher mein very nice ............... Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
daineee 211 Posted April 20, 2015 ﻭﮦ ﺷﺐ ﺯﺩﮦ ﺳﯽ ﻋﺠﯿﺐ ﻟﮍﮐﯽ۔۔۔۔۔ﻭﮦ ﺷﺐ ﮐﮯ ﮔﮩﺮﮮ ﻟﺒﺎﺱ ﻣﯿﮟ ﺗﮭﯽ۔۔۔ﺗﻤﺎﻡ ﻟﻤﺤﻮﮞ ﮐﮯ ﺳﺐ ﺭﻭَﺋﯿﻮﮞ ﮐﻮ ﺟﺎﻧﺘﯽ ﮬﮯ۔۔۔ﻭﮦ ﺳﻮﭼﺘﯽ ﺗﻮ ﺑﮩﺖ ﺳﻠﯿﻘﮯ ﺳﮯ ﺳﺎﺭﯼ ﺍُﻟﺠﮭﻦ ﺳُﻠﺠﮫ ﺳﯽ ﺟﺎﺗﯽ۔۔۔ﻭﮦ ﻣﯿﺮﮮ ﻣﺎﺗﮭﮯ ﭘﮯ ﺍﭘﻨﯽ ﺍُﻧﮕﻠﯽ ﺳﮯ ﻣﻮﺕ ﻟﮑﮭﺘﯽ۔۔۔ﻣﯿﮟ ﻣﺮ ﺳﺎ ﺟﺎﺗﺎ۔۔۔ﻭﮦ ﻣﯿﺮﮮ ﻣﺎﺗﮭﮯ ﭘﮯ ﺍﭘﻨﯽ ﺍُﻧﮕﻠﯿﻮﮞ ﺳﮯ ﺯﻧﺪﮔﯽ ﮐﻮ ﮐُﮭﺮﭼﻨﮯ ﻟﮕﺘﯽ۔۔۔ﻣﯿﮟ ﺟﯽ ﺳﺎ ﺟﺎﺗﺎ۔۔۔ﻭﮦ ﺑﺎﺕ ﮐﺮﺗﯽ ﺗﻮ ﺍُﺱ ﮐﮯ ﺍُﻭﻧﭽﮯ ﻟﻔﻆ۔۔۔ﺗِﺘﻠﯿﻮﮞ ﮐﯽ ﻃﺮﺡ ﺍُﮌﻧﮯ ﻟﮕﺘﮯ۔۔۔ﻣﯿﮟ ﺗِﺘﻠﯿﻮﮞ ﮐﻮ ﭘﮑﮍﻧﮯ ﻟﮕﺘﺎ۔۔۔ﻭﮦ ﺍﭘﻨﮯ ﺍﻧﺪﺭ ﮬﺰﺍﺭ ﻣﻮﺳﻢ ﮬﺰﺍﺭ ﺭﻧﮓ ﮬﺰﺍﺭ ﺧﻮﺷﺒﻮ ﻟﺌﮯ ﮬﻮﺋﮯ ﮬﮯ۔۔۔۔ﻣﮕﺮ ﺑﻈﺎﮬﺮ ﻭﮦ ﺍﭘﻨﮯ ﻟﮩﺠﮯ ﮐﻮ ﺍﭘﻨﮯ ﭼﮩﺮﮮ ﮐﻮ۔۔۔ﺍﭘﻨﯽ ﺁﻧﮑﮭﻮﮞ ﮐﻮ ﺍﭘﻨﮯ ﮬﺎﺗﮭﻮﮞ ﮐﻮ ﻋﺎﻡ ﻟﻮﮔﻮﮞ ﮐﯽ ﻃﺮﺡ ﺳﮯ ﺭﮐﮭﺘﯽ۔۔۔ﻭﮦ ﺷﺐ ﺯﺩﮦ ﺳﯽ ﻋﺠﯿﺐ ﻟﮍﮐﯽ۔۔۔ﻭﮦ ﺟﺐ ﺷﺮﺍﺭﺕ ﻣﯿﮟ ﻣﺠﮫ ﺳﮯ ﮐﻮﺋﯽ ﻣﺬﺍﻕ ﮐﺮﺗﯽ۔۔۔ﻣﯿﮟ ﺍﭘﻨﮯ ﺍﻧﺪﺭ ﺧﻮﺑﺼﻮﺭﺕ ﺳﺎ ﮬﻮﻧﮯ ﻟﮕﺘﺎ۔۔۔ﻭﮦ ﺍﭘﻨﯽ ﭼﮭﻮﭨﯽ ﺳﮯ ﻋﻤﺮ ﻣﯿﮟ ﺑﮭﯽ۔۔۔ﺑﮩﺖ ﺳﻠﯿﻘﮯ ﺳﮯ ﺟﯽ ﺭﮬﯽ ﮬﮯ۔۔۔ﺑﮩﺖ ﺗﺴﻠﯽ ﺳﮯ ﺟﯽ ﺭﮬﯽ ﮬﮯ۔۔۔ﮐﺒﮭﯽ ﻭﮦ ﺑﺎﺗﻮﮞ ﮐﻮ ﺧﻮﺩ ﺑﮍﮬﺎﺗﯽ۔۔۔ﮐﺒﮭﯽ ﻭﮦ ﭼﮩﺮﮦ ﺩﺭﺍﺯ ﮐﺮ ﮐﮯ ۔۔۔ﻣﺠﮭﮯ ﯾﮧ ﮐﮩﺘﯽ ﭘﮍﮬﻮ ﻧﺎ ﻣﺠﮫ ﮐﻮ۔۔۔ﻋﺠﯿﺐ ﻟﮍﮐﯽ۔۔۔۔ﮐﺒﮭﯽ ﺗﻮ ﺍﺗﻨﯽ ﻋﺠﯿﺐ ﮬﻮﺗﯽ۔۔۔۔ﺫﺭﺍ ﺳﯽ ﺑﺎﺗﻮﮞ ﭘﮯ ﺭﻭﭨﮫ ﺟﺎﺗﯽ۔۔۔ﮐﺒﮭﯽ ﻭﮦ ﻣﺠﮫ ﮐﻮ ﺍﭘﻨﯽ ﺩﺭﺍﺯ ﻓﮩﺮﺳﺖ ﺳﮯ ﮐﺎﭦ ﺩﯾﺘﯽ۔۔۔ﮐﺒﮭﯽ ﻭﮦ ﻣﺠﮫ ﭘﮯ ﻧﺜﺎﺭ ﮨﻮ ﮐﺮ ﺑﺮﺳﻨﮯ ﻟﮕﺘﯽ ﺑﺮﺳﺎﺗﯽ ﺭﮨﺘﯽ۔۔۔۔ﻣﯿﺮﯼ ﺟُﺪﺍﺋﯽ ﻣﯿﮟ ﻧﺎﺧﻨﻮﮞ ﮐﻮ ﮐُﺘﺮﻧﮯ ﻟﮕﺘﯽ۔۔۔۔ﮐُﺘﺮﺗﯽ ﺭﮬﺘﯽ۔۔۔۔ﯾﮧ ﺳﺎﺭﯼ ﺑﺎﺗﯿﮟ ﺑَﺠﺎ ﮨﯿﮟ ﻟﯿﮑﻦ۔۔۔۔ﻭﮦ ﺷﺐ ﺯﺩﮦ ﺳﯽ ﻋﺠﯿﺐ ﻟﮍﮐﯽ۔۔۔۔ﮐﺒﮭﯽ ﺟﻮ ﮈﺭﺗﯽ ﺗﻮ ﺍﺗﻨﺎ ﮈﺭﺗﯽ۔۔۔۔ﮐﮧ ﺍﭘﻨﮯ ﺳﺎﺋﮯ ﺳﮯ ﮈﺭ ﮐﮯ ﮔِﺮﺗﯽ۔۔۔۔ﭘﮭﺮ ﺍُﺳﮑﯽ ﺁﻧﮑﮭﻮﮞ ﺳﮯ ﮔِﺮﺗﮯ ﺁﻧﺴﻮ۔۔۔۔ﺍُﺳﮯ ﯾﮧ ﮐﮩﺘﮯ ﮐﮧ ﮈﻭﺏ ﺟﺎﺅ۔۔۔۔ﻭﮦ ﮈﻭﺏ ﺟﺎﺗﯽ۔۔۔۔۔ﭘﮭﺮ ﺍﭘﻨﯽ ﻋﺎﺩﺕ ﭘﮯ ﮨﻨﺴﻨﮯ ﻟﮕﺘﯽ۔۔۔۔ﻋﺠﯿﺐ ﻟﮍﮐﯽ۔۔۔ﻧﺠﺎﻧﮯ ﺍﺏ ﻭﮦ ﮐﮩﺎﮞ ﭘﮯ ﮬﻮ ﮔﯽ۔۔۔۔ﻭﮦ ﺷﺐ ﺯﺩﮦ ﺳﯽ ﻋﺠﯿﺐ ﻟﮍﮐﯽ۔ Share this post Link to post Share on other sites