aakhir apne rishton ko khushnumaaa bana liya maine
aaj ek aur usool ko khaak mein mila diya maine
aabaad tha yaan barbaad tha, kuch farak nahin
tha jo bhi use veeraan bana diya maine
jise uthakar teri asliyat se waakif ho gaya tha
woh khubsurat naqaab tujhe fir pehna diya maine
azaad tha jo uspe ab aitbaar nahin hota
ek qaidi ko khuda bana diya maine
yun na rahega sab, bas kuch der ki baat hai
keh kar apne dil ko behla diya maine
Jis khwaab ke tootne ka ghum tujhe le dooba hai
uska zarraa-zarraa tak jala diya maine
meri behudgi par jo rota hai charon pehar "arjun"
khoob ek inssan ko sukhaanwar bana diya maine
5 comments:
oye ruvaan keh chadenga mainu, sirji the gazal is beautiful but something wrong with the pic it has just two colors unlike life which has so many colors ,but we someties fail to see them and keep staring at these blacks and greys for so long tht we dont realise the beautiful colors tht await us.
take care.
btw i have posted some pics on my photo blog ,have a look nd tell how gud a photographer i am.
nobody depicts hurt as u do.
@samiya
thanx ... hope u like the next pic
@anonymous
thanks
simple words that say it all...
just that its not that circumstances made you a great poet...you are god's own child..
yar kitna aacha lika ha ma to pagal hi ho gaya .........good...very good.
yar poet ban jao....nobel prize paka..
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