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ek ghazal... (shayad)



Meri ankhon mein ek suroor tha..
Labon peh halka sa ghuroor tha..

Waqt ne paltee ajab si kaya..
Na raha suroor, na bacha ghuroor..

Tanha se hum, tanha yeh wujood!!
Kisi din dikhla deyn gay..
Waqt ko yeh batla deyn gay...

Ankhon ka suroor kabhi chhinta nahee!!!
Ansoo ki dharon mein chhupp jaye ga..
Aik din zaroor ubhar ayega!!

Khushi ho ya dukh!!
hamesha se thay hamesha rahay gay!!
Maut ke sath yeh bhi sang chalay gay!!
Lekin sath us din bhi hoga..

Apna suroor, apna ghuroor!!!!
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sometimes I just love blogger!! a lot!!!
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Ager ghup andhere kamray mein deemak lagay sofa se sir tikaye , chhat pe latkay ceiling fan ko dekh ke kisi ko neend ayi hoti tou aaj duniya mein kisi ko bhi insomnia nahee hota, trust me!
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