Yeh Arzu the, Tujhy Gull ke ru-bro karty By Haider Ali Aatish

Yeh Arzu the, Tujhy Gull ke ru-bro karty

Hm or BulBul-e-BeTaab Guftagu Karty

Piyambar na Mayasar Hwa, Tu Khob Hwa

Zuban-e-Ghair sy kiya Shrah Aarzu Karty

Meri Trah sy Mehr-o-Mah Bhi Hain Aawara

Kisi Habeeb ki yeh Bhi Hain Justaju Karty

Jo Dekhty Teri Zangeer-e-zulf ka Aalam

Aseer Hony Ki Azaad Arzu Karty

Na Poch Aalam-e-Bar-Ghashta tale'e Aatish

Basrasti Aag, Jobaran Ki Arzu Karty

(Haider Ali Aatish)

Kuch Din Tu Baso Meri Ankhon Main

کچھ دن تَو بسو مری آنکھوں میں

پھر خواب اگر ہو جاؤ تو کیا

کوئی رنگ تو دو مرے چہرے کو 

پھر زخم اگر مہکاؤ تو کیا

جب ہم ہی نہ مہکے پھر صاحب

تم بادِ صبا کہلاؤ تو کیا

اِک آئینہ تھا سو ٹوٹ گیا

اب خود سے اگر شرماؤ تو کیا

تم آس بندھانے والے تھے،

اب تم بھی ہمیں ٹھکراؤ تو کیا

دنیا بھی وہی اور تم بھی وہی

پھر تم سے آس لگاؤ تو کیا

میں تنہا تھا میں تنہا ہوں

تم آؤ تو کیا نہ آؤ تو کیا

جب دیکھنے والا کوئی نہیں

بجھ جاؤ تو کیا گہناؤ تو کیا

اِک وہم ہے یہ دُنیا اس میں

کچھ کھوؤ تو کیا اور پاؤ تو کیا

ہے یوں بھی زیاں اور یوں بھی زیاں

جی جاؤ تو کیا مر جاؤ تو کیا

Har ik baat py khty ho tum ke "tu kiya hai?" by Mirza Ghalib

Har ik baat py khty ho tum ke "tu kiya hai?"

Tumhi kaho ke yeh andaaz-e-Ghuftagu kiya hai

Na Shuele mai yeh karishma na berq mai yeh ada

koe btaw ke woh shokh-e-Tund khu kiya hai

Yeh rishk hai ke woh hota hai hum sukhn tum sy

Wagrna khof-e-bad Amozy-e- Adu kiya hai

Chipak raha hai badb par lahu sy pirahn 

Hamry ja'eb ko ab Hajit-e- rafu kiya hai

Jala hai jism jahan, dill bhe jal gya hoga

kureedty ho jo ab rakh, justaju kiya hai

Ragon mai dorny phirny ke ham nahi qa'el

Jab ankh sy hi na tapka tu phir lahu kiya hai

(Mirza Ghalib)

ishq mujhko nahi wahshat hi sahi By Mirza Asad Ullah Khan Ghalib

ishq mujhko nahi wahshat hi sahi
meri wahshat teri shohrat hi sahi

qata kije na talluq ham se
kuch nahi hai to adawat hi sahi

mere hone mein hai kya ruswai
ye wo majlis nahi khalwat hi sahi

ham bhi dushman to nahi hain apne
gair ko tujh se mohabbat hi sahi

apni hasti hi se ho jo kuch ho
agahi gar nahi gaflat hi sahi

umr har chand ki hai barq-e-khiram
dil k khun karne ki fursat hi sahi

ham koi tarq-e-wafa karte hain
na sahi ishq musibat hi sahi

kuch to de ai falak-e-nainsaf
ah-o-fariyad ki rukhsat hi sahi

ham bhi taslim ki khu dalenge
beniyazi teri adat hi sahi

yar se cheda chali jaye "Asad"
gar nahi wasl to hasrat hi sahi

(Mirza Ghalib)

Yaad aataa hai roz O shab koi

Yaad aataa hai roz O shab koi
Hum se rutha hai be sabab koi

Lab E joo chhaaoN me darakhtoN ki
Woh mulaaqaat thi ajab koi!!

Jab tujhe pahli baar dekhaa tha
Woh bhi tha mausam E tarab koi

Kuchh khabar le K teri mahfil se
Door baitha hai jaaN ba lab koi

Na Gham E zindagi na dard E firaaq
Dil meN yuNhi si hai talab koi

Yaad aati haiN door ki baateN
Pyaar se dekhta hai jab koi

ChoT khaayi hai baarhaa lekin!
Aaj to dard hai ajab koi

Jin ko mitna tha mit chuke ‘Nasir’
Un ko ruswaa kare na ab koi

'Mohabbat Jeet Hoti Hai'

'Mohabbat Jeet Hoti Hai'

'Magr Ye Haar Jati Hai'

Kabhi Sil Sooz Lamhon Se,

Kabhi Bekaar Rasmon Se

Kabhi Taqdeer Walon se,

Kabhi Majboor Qasmon Se,

'Mohabbat Jeet Hoti Hai'

'Magr Ye Haar Jati Hai'

Kabhi Ye Chand Jesi Hai,

Kabhi Ye Dhoop Jesi Hai,

Kisi Ka Chain Banti Hai,

Kisi Ko Rool Deti Hai,

Kabhi Ye Lehje Par Jati Hai,

Kabhi Ye Maar Jati Hai,

'Mohabbat Jeet Hoti Hai'

'Magr Ye Haar Jati Hai'

Broken Images by Robert Graves

He is quick, thinking in clear images;

I am slow, thinking in broken images. 

He becomes dull, trusting to his clear images;

I become sharp, mistrusting my broken images. 

Trusting his images, he assumes their relevance;

Mistrusting my images, I question their relevance. 

Assuming their relevance, he assumes the fact;

Questioning their relevance, I question the fact. 

When the fact fails him, he questions his senses;

When the fact fails me, I approve my senses. 

He continues quick and dull in his clear images;

I continue slow and sharp in my broken images. 

He in a new confusion of his understanding;

I in a new understanding of my confusion. 

                     Robert Graves

Wo Tujh Ko Bhoole Hain by Meer Taqi Meer

Wo Tujh Ko Bhoole Hain To Tujh Pe Bhi Lazim Hai ‘Meer’,
Khaak Daal, Aag Laga, Naam Na Ley, Yaad Na Kar…

Hasti Apni Hubaib Ki Si Hai By Meer Taqi Meer

Mir Taqi Mir employs a mesmerizingly mystic, almost surrealitic imagery in these couplets:

"hasti apni hubab ki si hai

ye numaish sarab ki si hai

nazuki us k lab ki kya kahiye
pankhari ik gulab ki si hai

bar bar us k dar pe jata hun
halat ab iztirab ki si hai

main jo bola kaha k ye awaz
usi khana-kharab ki si hai

'Mir' un nim-baz ankhon main
sari masti sharab ki si hai

                (Meer) 

Bajaa Ke Aankh Mein Neendon Ke Silsilay Bhee Nahee By Perveen Shakir

Perveen Shakir, one of the renowned poetess of Urdu. Her unique tone received a high reputation in a very short time period. Perveen Shakir wrote many master pieces but the lady was itself a master piece. Besides her poetry,she was civil servant in Pakistan Government.

Bajaa Ke Aankh Mein Neendon Ke Silsilay Bhee Nahee

Shikast-e-Khwaab Ke Ab Mujh Mein Honslay Bhee Nahee

Nahee Nahee ! Ye Khabar Dushmanon Ne Di Hogi

Wo Aaye, Aa Ke Chalay Bhee Gaye ! Milay Bhee Nahee

Ye Kon Loog Andheron Ki Baat Kartay Hain ?

Abhee Tou Chaand Teri Yaad Ke Dhalay Bhee Nahee

Abhee Se Mere Raffugar Ke Haath Thaknay Lagay

Abhee Tou Chaak Mere Zakham Ke Silay Bhee Nahee

Khafaa Agarche Hamesha Howay Magar Ab Ke

Wo Barhami Hai Ke Hum Se Unhain Gilay Bhee Nahee