Raat khawaab mein daikha,
Tum bichar gaye ho..
Taa beer batati hai k hum
marr jaye’n gey..
Wo aksar mujhe kehti thi
Wo aksar mujhe kehti thi
“tumhe to apna bana kar chhodungi”
Aaj usne apni baat sach kardi,
Usne mujhe apna bana kar hi chod diya…
Zakhm ki baat nahi hai,
Zakhm ki baat nahi hai,
Jaane dard kyon hota hai?
Dhokhe ki baat nahi hai,
Jaane vishwas kyon hota hai?
Jaane hue kiya beqafai hai?
Na jaane phir bhi pyar kyon hota hai?
Ya aansoo ye Gham
Ya aansoo ye Gham
kum nahi Hongy…
ye Yaaden Ye Lamhe Har
pal Nahi Hongy…
Bitaa Lia Karo Kuch Pal
Hans K Hmare Sath…
Bht Yaad Kro gay Jab hum
nahi hoon gay…
Mujh jaisa shaks
Kaha talash karo gay tum mujh jaisa shaks
Jo tumharay sitam bhe sahay or tum sa mohabbat bhe karay
Romantic Poetry
Abhi kam san ho rena do kahe kho do gay ,,dil mera,,
Tumhary he lya rakha hai la jana jawan ho kar
,..,.,..,
Na kam san ho, na nadan hon, mohabbat ko samjhta hon
Tumhara kya bharoosa hai mukar jao jawan ho kar
Rishta
Tujh sa lafzoo ka nahi rooh ka rishta hai mera
To mare sansoo ma tehleel hai khushboo ke trhan
Mohabbat ke ibteda
Kitne ache lagte hai kisi say mohabbat ke ibteda
Dard to tab hota hai jab koi apna bana kar chor deta hai
Aor To Kuchh Nahi Kiya
Aor To Kuchh Nahi Kiya Tere Baad Hum Ne
Haan ! Faqat Apna Haal Tabah Kar Rakha Hai
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