issi gham ki aut mila tha wo, mujhay pehli baar yahin kahin


issi gham ki aut mila tha wo, mujhay pehli baar yahin kahin

kisi chashm-e-tar main talash kar usay mere yaar yahin kahin

ye jo simt-e-ishq main jheel hai, ye jo simt-e-gham main pahar hain

meri raah dekh raha na ho mera shahsawaar yahin kahin

ye tah-e-faseel saraab sa kabhi sail-e-bekh-o-tanab tha

meri jaan khayaam pazir thay tere jaan nisaar yahin kahin

Khalid Ahmad

is se agay na zameen ha na zamanaa koi aur..


is se agay na zameen ha na zamanaa koi aur..
ab kahan tak tari khusboo se kinnaraa kiay jaiyn..

jo bhi avay hai nazdeek hi baithay hai tere
hum kahan tak tere pehlo se saraktay jaiyn

APNI TASWEER KO ANKHON SE LAGAATA KYA HAI


APNI TASWEER KO ANKHON SE LAGAATA KYA HAI
IK NAZAR MEREE TARAF DEKH TERA JAATA KYA HAI

MEREE RUSWAI MEIN WOH BHI HAIN BARABAR KE SHAREEK
MERE QISSAY MERAY YAARO KO SUNATA KYA HAI

PAAS RAH KAR BHI NA PEHCHAAN SAKA TU MUJH KO
DOOR SE DEKH KE AB HAATH HILATA KYA HAI

UMR BHAR APNAY GAREBAAN SE ULAJHNAY WALE
TU MUJHE MERE HI SAAYE SE DARAATA KYA HAI

MAIN TERA NAHEEN HOON MAGAR ITNA TO BATA
DEKH KAR MUJH KO TERE ZAHEN MEIN AATA KYA HAI

Wo to aaine ko bhi hairat mai daal deta hai


Wo to aaine ko bhi hairat mai daal deta hai
Kisi kisi ko Khuda ye kamaal deta hai

Naam ko bhi wafa jis ko yaad nahi
Wo sab ko apni wafa ki misaal deta hai

Or apna to taaluk us kabile se hai
Jo Naiki kar ke dariya mai daal deta hai..

Tarap rahi hai har ik tamanna


tarap rahi hai her ik tamanna na tum se miltay na aisa hota,
bujhi bujhi si hai dil ki dunya na tum se miltay na aisa hota,

hm aisi mehfil mei kesay jayen?jahan k manzer hamen jalayen,
ager hai jalna,jalen gy tanha na tum se miltay na aisa hota,

na chain aye na maut aye,jee rahay hain na mer rahay hain,
kahan tha pehlay ye haal apna na tum se miltay na aisa hota,

Shafaq ki jheel main jab sang-e-aftab giray


Shafaq ki jheel men jab sang-e-aftaab giray,
Humare ghar pe siyah raat ka azab giray,

Kahin to gardish-e-ayyam thak k saans bhi le,
Kabhi to khaima-e-aflaak ki tanaab giray,

Kisi k raaygan ashkon ka kuchh hisaab to kr,
Falak se youn to sitare bhi be-hisaab giray,

Kahin to silsla-e-intezar khatam bhi ho,
Kisi tarah to ye deewar-e-iztiraab giray,

Ghazal ke roop main wo roobaru jo ho Mohsin,
Labon se lafz urrain haath se kitaab giray….!

Shape of My Heart : Sting


He deals the cards as a meditation
And those he plays never suspect
He doesn’t play for the money he wins
He doesn’t play for the respect
He deals the cards to find the answer
The sacred geometry of chance
The hidden law of probable outcome
The numbers lead a dance

I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that’s not the shape of my heart

He may play the jack of diamonds
He may lay the queen of spades
He may conceal a king in his hand
While the memory of it fades

I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that’s not the shape of my heart
That’s not the shape, the shape of my heart

And if I told you that I loved you
You’d maybe think there’s something wrong
I’m not a man of too many faces
The mask I wear is one
Those who speak know nothing
And find out to their cost
Like those who curse their luck in too many places
And those who fear are lost

I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that’s not the shape of my heart
That’s not the shape of my heart