Apni ruswayi tere naam ka charcha dekhon By Parveen Shakir

Apni ruswayi tere naam ka charcha dekhon

Ik zara sher kahon aur mein kia kia dekhon

Neend aajaye to kia mehfilein barpa dekhon

Aankh khul jaye to tnhayi ka sehra dekhon

Sham bhi ho gayi dhundhla gayin aankhein meri

Bhulne wale mein kab tk tera rstah dekhun

Sb zidein us ki mein puri karon har baat sunu

Aik bache ki tarah se use hansta dekhon

Mujh pe cha jaye jo barsaat ki khushboo ki tarah 

Ang ang apna usi rut mein mehkta dekhon

Tu meri tarah se yakta hai magar mere habeeb

Ji mein aata hai koi aur bhi tujh sa dekhun 

Mein ne jis lamhe ko pooja hai use bas ik baar

Khawab bn kar teri aankhon mein utar ta dekhon

Tu mera kuch nahi lgta hai magar jaan e hayat

Jane kiun tere liye dil ko dharakta dekhon

Faqeerana Aye Sada kar Chaly By Meer Taqi Meer

Faqeerana Aye Sada kar Chaly

Miyan Khush rahu Ham Dua Kar Chaly

Jo Tujh Bin Na Jeeny Ko Khty Thy Ham

So Is Ahed Ko Ab Wafa Kar Chaly

Shifa Apni Taqdeer Hi Mai Na The

Ke Maqdor Tak Tu Dawa kar Chaly

Woh Kiya Cheez Hai Aah Jis Ke Leye

Har Ik Chez Sy Dill Utha kar Chaly

Koe Na Umeedana Kr Ly Nigah

So Tum Ham Sy Mounh Bhi Chupa Kar Chaly

Boht Aarzu The Galli Ki Teri 

So yhan Sy Lahu Mai Niha Kar Chaly

(Meer Taqi Meer)

Ashk Ankhon Mai Kab Nahi Aata By Meer Taqi Meer

Ashk Ankhon Mai Kab Nahi Aata

Lahu Ata Hai Jab Nahi Aata

Hosh Jata Nahi Rha Lykn

Jab Woh Ata Hai Tab Nahi Aata

Sabr Tha Aik Mons-e-Hijraan

So Woh Mudat Sy Ab Nahi Aata

Dill Sy Rukhsat Hwi Koe Khwaesh

Girya Kuch Be-sabab Nahi Aata

Ishq Ko Hosla hai Shart Wrna

Baat Ka Kis Ko Dhab Nahi Aata

Ge Mai Kiya Kiya Hai Apny Ay Hamdam

Pur Sukhan ta Balab Nahi Aata

Dor Betha Ghubar Meer Is Sy

Ishq Bin Yeh Adab Nahi Aata

(Meer Taqi Meer) 

Ibtad-e-Ishq Hai Rota Hai Kiya By Meer Taqi Meer

Ibtad-e-Ishq Hai Rota Hai Kiya

Aagy aagy Dekhye Rota Hai Kiya

Qafly Mai Subh Ke Ik Shor Hai

Yani Gafil Ham Chlay Sota Hai Kiya

Sabz Hoti Hi Nahi Yeh Sar-zameen

Takhum Khwaesh Dill Tu Bota Hai Kiya

Yeh Nishan Ishq Hain Jaty Nahi

Dagh Chati Ke Abas Dhota Hai Kiya

(Meer Taqi Meer)

BeKali, Be-Khudi Kuch Aaj Nahi by Meer Taqi Meer

BeKali, Be-Khudi Kuch Aaj Nahi

Ik Mudat sy Woh Mizaaj Nahi

Hum Ny Apni Si Ki Boht Lykn

Marz-e-Ishq Ka Ilaaj Nahi

Dard Agr Yeh Hai Tu Mjhy Bas Hai 

Ab Dawa ki kuch Ahtiyaaj Nahi

Shehr-r-Khobi Ko Khoob Dekha Meer

Jins-e-Dill Ka Kaheen Riwaaj Nahi

(Meer Taqi Meer)

Tu Pyar Hai Kisi Aur Ka, Tujhy Chahta Koe Or Hai

Tu Pyar Hai Kisi Aur Ka

 Tujhe Chahata Koi Aur Hai

 Tu Pasand Hai kisi Aur Ki 

Tujhe Mangta Koi Aur Hai.

Kon Apna HaiKiya Begana Hai

Kiya Haqeeqat Hai Kiya Fasana Hai 

Ye Zamane Mein Kisne Jana Hai.

Tu Nazar Mein Hai kisi Aur Ki

Tujhe Dekhta Koi Aur Hai

 Pyar Mein Aksar Aisa Hota Hai 

Koi Hasta Hai Koi Rota Hai.

Koi Paata Hai, Koi Khota Hai 

Tu Jan Hai Kisi Aur Ki

 Tujhe Janta Koi Aur Hai 

Tu Pyar Hai Kisi Aur Ka 

Tujhe Chahta Koi Aur Ha

i Tu Pasand Hai kisi Aur ki

Tujhe Mangta Koi Aur hai...!

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

Koe umeed bar nahi ati, by Mirza Ghalib

Koe umeed bar nahi ati,

Koe sorat nazar nahi ati,

Mot ka ik din mue'yin hai,

Neend q raat bahr nahi ati,

Agy ati the haal-e-dill py hansi,

Ab kisi baat par nahi ati,

hai kuch aisi hi baat jo chup hon

Warna kiya baat kar nahi ati

Ham wahan hain jahan sy hm ko bhi

Kuch hamari khabar nahi ati

Marty hain arzu mai marny ki

Mot ati hai par nahi ati

Kaabe kis moun sy jaw gy Ghalib

Sharam tum ko magar nahi ati

(Mirza Ghalib)

Mujh Sy Phli Si Muhabat Mery Mhehboob Na Maang By Faiz Ahmed Faiz

Mujh se pehli si muhabbat mere mehboob na maang
Mujh se pehli si muhabbat mere mehboob na maang

Maine samjhaa tha ke tu hai to darakhshaan hai hayaat

Tera gham hai to gham-e-dehar ka jhagdaa kyaa hai

Teri surat se hai aalam mein bahaaron ko sabaat

Teri aankhon ke siwaa duniyaa mein rakhkhaa kya hai

Tu jo mil jaaye to taqdir nigoon ho jaaye
Yoon na thaa maine faqat chaahaa thaa yoon ho jaaye

Aur bhi dukh hai zamaane mein muhabbat ke siwaa
Raahatein aur bhi hain vasl ki raahat ke siwaa

Anginat sadiyon ki taareeq bahemaanaa tilism
Resham-o-atlas-o-kamkhwaab mein bunvaaye hue

Ja-ba-ja bikte hue koochaa-o-baazaar mein jism
Khaak mein lithade hue, khoon mein nehlaaye hue

Jism nikle hue amraaz ke tannooron se
Peep behti hui galte hue naasooron se

Laut jaati hai udhar ko bhi nazar, kya keeje?
Ab bhi dilkash hai tera husn, magar kya keeje?

Aur bhi dukh hai zamaane mein muhabbat ke siwaa
Raahatein aur bhi hain vasl ki raahat ke siwaa

Mujh se pehli si muhabbat mere mehboob na maang

Mujh se pehli si muhabbat mere mehboob na maang
(Faiz Ahmed faiz)

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

Yeh na thee hamari Qismat K wisaal E yaar hota By Ghalib

Mirza Asad Ullah Khan Ghalib One of the best and prominent Muslim poets of the Indo-Pak Sub-Continent, Mirza Asadullah Khan Ghalib, was born in 1796 at Agra. His father Abdullah Beg Khan and uncle Nasrullah Beg Khan were in the army. He received classical Mughal education at Agra with Persian being one of the chief subjects. Ghalib once said that Mulla Abdus Samad Harmuzd was his tutor at Agra. Some writers opine that the tutor is just a myth. If so, then amazingly he seems to be a born genius as there is, indeed, vast knowledge of history, human psychology, ethics and philosophy which is reflected in works of Ghalib’s prose and poetry.

Yeh na thee hamari Qismat K wisaal E yaar hota
Agar aur jeete rahtay,  yehi intezaar hota

Tere waa’de par jiyee ham to yeh jaan chhooT jana
K khushi se mar na jaate!!!  agar intezaar hota

Koi mere dil se poochhe, tere teer E neem kash ko
Yeh khalish kahaaN se hoti, jo jigar k paar hota

Yeh kahaaN ki dosti hai K bane haiN dost naaseh
Koi chaaraa saaz hota koi Ghamghusaar hota

KahuN kis se maiN K kya hai shab E Gham buri bala hai

Mujhe kya bura tha marnaa agar aik baar hota

Hue mar K ham jo ruswa hue kyuN ka Gharq E dariya
Na kabhi janazaa uthta na kahiN mazaar hota

Yeh masaael E tasavvuf, yeh tera bayaan ‘Ghalib’
Tujhe ham wali samajhte Jo na baadaakhaar hota

                                                            (Ghalib)