Suna hai tumne

Suna hai tumne ameero se dosti kar li,
TABAAH SAMAJH LO K ZINDAGI KAR LI,
Ye jab khula k ameero ki dosti kya hai,
TAB GHAREEB KI BETI NE KHUDKUSHI KAR LI.,.

Kamzor

Kamzoor badbaan hay, hawa taiz kia karain?
Aa apni kashtiyon ko supurd-e-khuda karain

apni tabahiyon main hi jub apna haath ho
phir dhushmano k waastay kiya bad-dua karain

Shaki-e-namurad ko tarsaya umer bhar
Ham say chahta tha k hum iltija karain

Hamnay yun ghurbaton main raat bitayee hay sanam
Bhookay faqeer ko ab rukhsatzada karain

Duniya teray faraib say jobach k nikle
To sahiloon pay hum bhi namazain ada karain

Kuch door hamare saath chalo.....

Kuch door hamare saath chalo
Hum dil ki kahani kehdein ge
Samjhe na tum jisse aankhon se
Woh baat zubaani kehdein ge

Jo pyar karein ge jaanein ge
Har baat hamari maanein ge
Jo jaley na hon khudh ulfat mein
Woh aag ko paani kehdein ge

Jab pyaas jawan ho jaye gi
Ehsaas ki manzil paye gi
Khamosh rahein ge aur tumhein
Hum apni kahani kehdein ge

Is dil mein zara tum baitho to
Kuch haal hamara poocho to
Hum sada dil hain “Ashk” mager
Har baat poorani kehdein ge

Sochnay samajhnay saysath sath chalnay say

Sochnay samajhnay saysath sath chalnay say
doriyan simat ti hain faslay nahi chaltay khawab
khawab ankhon main ratjagay nahi chaltay
darguzar k halqay mainmaslay nahi chaltay
dosti k raston ki parwarish zarori hai
dosti k rastay main khafgiyan nahi chalti
do dilon ki qurbat mainTeesra nahi hota w
astay nahi chaltay

Rah e Ishq main ik diya jalay bethay hain

Rah e Ishq main ik diya jalay bethay hain
beech sahra main ik ghar sa banay bethay hain bikhar na jay koi qafla sar e manzil
khoon e dil say ik rasta sa banay bethay hain
pardes gaya tha kabhi jo lot na aya wapis
hum to janay kas say us ki aas lagay bethay hain
dunia to dharaktay huoon ko tor deti hay
hum to ik toota huwa dil khood say lagay bethay hain

NOW is the cherry in blossom

NOW is the cherry in blossom, Love,
Love of my heart, with the apple to follow;
Over the village at nightfall now
Merrily veers and darts the swallow.

At nightfall now in the dark marsh grass
Awakes the chorus that sings old sorrow;
The evening star is dim for the dew,
And the apple and lilac will bloom to-morrow.

The honeysuckle is red on the rock;
The willow floats over the brook like a feather:
In every shadow some love lies hid,
And you and I in the world together.

-Mary Eleanor Wilkins