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        Baat Phulon ki Suna Kartay thay
        Ham Kabhi Shair Kaha Kartay Thay
        Mashalain Lay Kay Tumharay Gham Ki
        Ham Andharoin Main Chala Kartay Thay
        Ab Kahan Aisi Tabiyat Walay
        Chot kha Kar Jo Duwa Kartay Thay
        Tarkay Ahsaasay Muhabat Mushkil
        Han Magr Ahlay Wafa Kartay Thay
        Bikhri Bikhri Zulfoin Walay
        Qaaflay Rouk Liya Kartay Thay
        Aaj Gulshan Main Shagoofay Saghar
        Shikwaiy Baaday Saba Kartay Thay
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
     Dukh Dard ki Sughat Hai Dunya Teri Kiya Hai
     Ashkoin Say Bhari Raat Hai Dunya Teri Kiya Hai
     Kuch Loug Yihan Nooray Sahar Dhund Rahay Hain
     Tareek See Ik Raat Hai Dunya Teri Kiya Hai
     Pabanday Mashiyat Hai Tanaffus Bhi Nazar Bhi
     Ik Jaziyay Lamhaat Hai Dunya Teri Kiya Hai
     Taqdeer Kay Chehray Ki Shikan Dekh Raha Hoin
     Aainaiy Halaat Hai Dunya Teri Kiya Hai
     Majroohay Taqaddus Hai Taqaddus Ki Haqqiqat
     Rodaday Kharabaat Hai Dunya Teri Kiya Hai
     Saghar Main Chalaktay Hain Samawaat Kay Israar
     Saqi Ki Karamaat Hai Dunya Teri Kiya Hai
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Teri Dunya Main Yarab Zeest Kay Samaan Jaltay Hain
  Farabay Zindagi Ki Aag Main Insaan Jaltay Hain
  Dilon Main Azmatay Tuheed Kay Deepak Fasurda hain
  Jabeeno Par Riya-O-Kubr Kay Samaan Jaltay Hain
  Hawas Ki Baryabi Hai Khirad Mandoin Ki Mahfil Main
  Ropehli Tikliyon Ki Aot Main Imaan Jaltay Hain
  Hawadis Raqx Farma Hain Qayamat Muskurati Hai
  Suna Hai Nakhuda Kay Naam Say Tufaan Jaltay Hain
  Shagoofay Jhultay Hain Is Chaman Main Bhook Kay Jhoolay
  Baharoon Main Nashayman To Bahray Unwaan Jaltay Hain
  Kahin Pazeeb Ki Chan Chan Main Majboori Tarapti Hai
  Riya Dam Tour Dayti Hai Sunahray Daan Jaltay Hain
  Manao Jashnay May Nooshi Bikharo Zulfay Maykhana
  Ibaadat Say To Saghar Dahr Kay Shaitaan Jaltay Hain
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Dastoor Yahan Bhi Andhay Hain Farman Yahan Bhi Andhay Hain
 Ai Dost Khuda Ka Naam Na Lay Iman Yahan Bhi Andhay Hain
 Taqdeer Kay Kalay Kambal main Azmat Kay Fasanay Liptay Hain
 Mazmon Yahan Bhi Behray Hain Unwan Yahan Bhi Andhay Hain
 Zardaar tawaqqa Rakhta Hai Nadaar Ki Ghari Mehnat Par
 MazdoorYahan Bhi Deewanay Zeeshan Yahan Bhi Andhay Hain
 Kuch Loug Bharosa Kartay Hain Tasbieh Kay Chaltay Danow Per
 Bay Chaain Yahan Yazdan Ka Junoo Insaan Yahan Bhi Andhay  Hain
 Baynaam Jafa Ki Rahon Per Kuch Khakh Si Urti Dehkhi Hai
 Hairan Hain Dilon Kay Aainay Nadaan Yahan Bhi Andhay Hain
 Bayrang Shafaq Si Dhelti Hai Baynoor Sawaray Hutay Hain
 Shair Ka Tasavwor Bhooka Hai Sultan Yahan Bhi Andhay Hain
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Bhooli Hoi Sada Hun Mujhay Yaad kijiay
       Tum Say Kahin Mila Hun Mujhay Yaad kijiay
       Manzil Nahin Hun Khizr Nahin Rahzan Nahin
       Manzil Ka Ranta Hun Mujhay Yaad kijiay
       Meri Nighahay Shouq Say Har Gul Hai Daivta
       Main Ishq Ka Khuda Hun Mujhay Yaad kijiay
       Naghmon Ki Ibtida Thi Kabhi Maray Naam Say
       Ashkoon Ki Intaha Hun Mujhay Yaad kijiay
       Gum Sum Khari Hain Dono Jaha Ki Haqiqatain
       Main Un Say Kah Rah Hun Mujhay Yaad kijiay
       Saghar Kisi Kay Husnay Taghaful Shaar Ki
       Behki Hoi Ada Hun Mujhay Yaad kijiay
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Such was its pain that night:
       the heart wanted to grip the veins
       till the pores would open and its blood rush out.
       It was as if somewhere far off,
       as if in your courtyard,
       each leaf, rinsed in my aching blood,
       had wearied of the moon's lustre,
       such beauty no longer sufferable.
       Such was the heart's pain:
       that the body seemed a desert
       and the veins, those torn ropes, loosened,
       were giving notice that life's caravan,
       its cargo emptying, was about to depart.
       And when memory, for a moment, was a brief candle,
       lighting up the consolation that you are,
       it wasn't enough.
       Something told me, "Linger, don't leave,"
       but the heart didn't waver, it didn't wish to stay.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
What could I have done, gone where?
     My feet were bare
     and every road was covered with thorns --
     of ruined friendships, of loves left behind,
     of eras of loyalty that finished, one by one.
     Wherever I went, in whatever direction,
     my feet were soaked --
     there was so much blood
     that bystanders couldn't help asking:
     What fashion is this, what new tradition?
     For what unknown festival have you dyed your feet?
     I said nothing, but they went on asking:
     Why do you still complain
     of the utter famine of love? You're doing it for nothing.
     There's no chance for fidelity now.
     So wash this blood off your feet, they said.
     Let your feet heal.
     These roads, now soft with blood, will harden again.
     And a hundred new paths will break through their dried mud.
     Keep your feet ready for those roads, they said.
     And be careful, they said, take care of the heart.
     It still has to break
     open into a thousand different wounds.
     It still has to know knife after knife after knife.
 
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