ﺑﺠﺰ ﮨﻮﺍ ﮐﻮﺋﯽ ﺟﺎﻧﮯ ﻧﮧ ﺳﻠﺴﻠﮯ ﺗﯿﺮﮮ

Mohsin Naqvi

ﺑﺠﺰ ﮨﻮﺍ ﮐﻮﺋﯽ ﺟﺎﻧﮯ ﻧﮧ ﺳﻠﺴﻠﮯ ﺗﯿﺮﮮ !

ﻣﯿﮟ ﺍﺟﻨﺒﯽ ﮨﻮﮞ، ﮐﺮﻭﮞ ﮐﺲ ﺳﮯ ﺗﺬﮐﺮﮮ ﺗﯿﺮﮮ؟

ﯾﮧ ﮐﯿﺴﺎ ﻗﺮﺏ ﮐﺎ ﻣﻮﺳﻢ ﮨﮯ ﺍﮮ ﻧﮕﺎﺭِ ﭼﻤﻦ !

ﮨﻮﺍﻣﯿﮟ ﺭﻧﮓ ﻧﮧ ﺧﻮﺷﺒﻮ ﻣﯿﮟ ﺫﺍﺋﻘﮯ ﺗﯿﺮﮮ

ﻣﯿﮟ ﭨﮭﯿﮏ ﺳﮯ ﺗﯿﺮﯼ ﭼﺎﮨﺖ ﺗﺠﮭﮯ ﺟﺘﺎ ﻧﮧ ﺳﮑﺎ

ﮐﮧ ﻣﯿﺮﯼ ﺭﺍﮦ ﻣﯿﮟ ﺣﺎﺋﻞ ﺗﮭﮯ ﻣﺴﺌﻠﮯ ﺗﯿﺮﮮ

ﮐﮩﺎﮞ ﺳﮯ ﻻﺅﮞ ﻣﯿﮟ ﺗﺮﺍ ﻋﮑﺲ ﺁﻧﮑﮭﻮﮞ ﻣﯿﮟ

ﯾﮧ ﻟﻮﮒ ﺩﯾﮑﮭﻨﮯ ﺁﺗﮯ ﮨﯿﮟ ﺁﺋﯿﻨﮯ ﺗﯿﺮﮮ

ﮔﻠﻮﮞ ﮐﻮ ﺯﺧﻢ، ﺳﺘﺎﺭﻭﮞ ﮐﻮ ﺍﭘﻨﮯ ﺍﺷﮏ ﮐﮩﻮﮞ

ﺳﻨﺎﺅﮞ ﺧﻮﺩ ﮐﻮ ﺗﺮﮮ ﺑﻌﺪ ﺗﺒﺼﺮﮮ ﺗﯿﺮﮮ

ﯾﮧ ﺩﺭﺩ ﮐﻢ ﺗﻮ ﻧﮩﯿﮟ ﮨﮯﮐﮧ ﺗﻮ ﮨﻤﯿﮟ ﻧﮧ ﻣﻼ

ﯾﮧ ﺍﻭﺭ ﺑﺎﺕ ﮐﮧ ﮨﻢ ﺑﮭﯽ ﻧﮧ ﮨﻮ ﺳﮑﮯ ﺗﯿﺮﮮ

ﺟﺪﺍﺋﯿﻮﮞ ﮐﺎ ﺗﺼﻮﺭ ﺭﻻ ﮔﯿﺎ ﺗﺠﮫ ﮐﻮ !

ﭼﺮﺍﻍ ﺷﺎﻡ ﺳﮯ ﭘﮩﻠﮯ ﮨﯽ ﺑﺠﮫ ﮔﺌﮯﮮ ﺗﯿﺮﮮ

ﮨﺰﺍﺭ ﻧﯿﻨﺪ ﺟﻼﺅﮞ ﺗﺮﮮ ﺑﻐﯿﺮ ﻣﮕﺮ ﻣﯿﮟ

ﺧﻮﺍﺏ ﻣﯿﮟ ﺑﮭﯽ ﻧﮧ ﺩﯾﮑﮭﻮﮞ ﻭﮦ ﺭﺗﺠﮕﮯ ﺗﯿﺮﮮ

ﮨﻮﺍﺋﮯ ﻣﻮﺳﻢِ ﮔﻞ ﮐﯽ ﮨﯿﮟ ﻟﻮﺭﯾﺎﮞ ،

ﺟﯿﺴﮯ ﺑﮑﮭﺮ ﮔﺌﮯ ﮨﻮﮞ ﻓﻀﺎﺅﮞ ﻣﯿﮟ ﻗﮩﻘﮩﮯ ﺗﯿﺮﮮ

ﮐﺴﮯ ﺧﺒﺮ ﮐﮧ ﮨﻤﯿﮟ ﺍﺏ ﺑﮭﯽ ﯾﺎﺩ ﮨﯿﮟ ﻣﺤﺴﻦ

ﻭﮦ ﮐﺮﻭﭨﯿﮟ ﺷﺐِ ﻏﻢ ﮐﯽ ﻭﮦ ﺣﻮﺻﻠﮯ ﺗﯿﺮﮮ

(محسن نقوی)

Bajuz huwa koi jane na silslay tere

Main ajnabi hon karon kis se tazkre tere

 

Ye kesa qurb ka mosam hai Ai nigar-e-chaman

Hawa main rang na khushbo main zaiqay tere

 

Main thik se teri chahat tujhe jata na saka

Kay meri rah main hail the masle tere

 

Kahan se laon main tera aks ankhon main

Ye log dekhne aate hain aaeene tere

 

Guloon ko zakhm, sitaron ko apne ashk kahon

Sunaon khud ko tere bad tabsre tere

 

Ye dard kam to nhi hai k tu humain na mila

Ye or bat k hum bhi na ho sake tere

 

Judaiyon ka tasawur rula gaya tujh ko

Chirag sham se pehle hi bujh gai tere

 

Hazar neend jalaon tere bager magar main

Khawab main bhi na dekhon wo ratjagay tere

 

Hawai mosam-e-gul ki hain loriyan

Jese bikhar gai hon fizaon mian kahkiye tere

 

Kisse khabar k hamain ab bhi yad hain Muhsin

Wo karwatain shab-e-gham ki wo hosle tere

Mohsin naqvi