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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