mohabatt na hoti to gazal kaun likhta..,
kichad ke phool ko kamal kaun kehta..,
pyar to kudrat ka karishma hai mere dost..,
warna ek lash ke ghar ko taj-mahal kaun kehta..
Some rhyme a neebor's name to lash;
Some rhyme (vain thought!) for needfu' cash;
Some rhyme to court the countra clash,
An' raise a din;
For me, an aim I never fash;
I rhyme for fun.
ISHQ me DAULAT saari na LUTA
dena**
.
Mummy papa k ARMAAN
khaak me na mila dena
. .
.Ghar se mile h paise SABZI
liye BETA **
.
Bazar ja kr girlfrnd
ka Rchrge na kra dena :S
By - sonal shri
Sada Deti Hai Khushbu Chand Tare Bol Padate
Hain
Nazar Jaisi Nazar Ho To Nazare Bol Padte Hain
Tumhari Hi Nigahon Ne Kha Hai Hum Se Yeh Aksar
Tumhare Jism Par To Rang Sare Bol Padte Hain
Mehak Jate Hain Gul Jaise Saba Ke Chuum Lene
Se
Agar Laharen Mukhatib Ho Kinare Bol Padte Hain
Zuban Se Baat Karne Mein Jha Rusvai Hoti Hai
Wha Khamosh Ankhon Ke Ishare Bol Padte Hain
Chupana Chahte Hain Un Se Dil Ka Haal Hum Lekin
Hamare Ansuon Mein Gum Hamare Bol Padte Hain
Shaam Hote Hi Wo Choukhat Par Jala Kar Shama,
Apni Palkon Par Kai Khawaab Sajati Hogi,
Usne Silwa Bhi Lee Hongee Siyah Rang Ke Libaas,
Ab Matam Ki Tarah Khushi Wo Manati Hogi !!
Jaane Kyu Khuda Ne Chahat Banayi
Is Chote Se Dil Mein Ek Tasvir Basayi
Pa Lena Chata Tha Mai Hr Khushiya Jamane Ki
Mjhe Kya Pta Tha K Upar Wale Ne Meri Hi Kismat Mai Likhi Thi Tanhai..
Veeran Bohat Hon Vasal Se Tashkeel Kar Mujhe,
To Mujhse Pyar Kar Zara Tabdeel Kar Mujhe,
Sehra Ki Tapti Rait Se Aa Kar Mujhe Bacha,
To Thande Meethe Pani Ki Jheel Kar Mujhe,
Ho Jaye Na Kharab Kaheen Meri Aadatain,
Har Hukm Par Na Is Tarha Taameel Kar Mujhe,
Ab Is Tarha Say Mujhko Adhura Na Chorr Tu,
Main Hoon Tera Wada To Ab Takmeel Kar Mujhe,
Choh Kar Mera Wajood Tajalli Si Bakhsh De,
Main Ek Andheri Raat Hon Qandeel Kar Mujhe.
Ek Aadmi Ka Accident Hua,
Thik Hona K Bad Rone Laga,
To Doctor Ne Pucha:
Tum To Thik Ho Gaye Fir Q Ro Rhe Ho?
Aadmi: Jis Gadi Se Mera Accident Hua,
Us Gadi K Pichhe Likha Tha
"PHIR MILENGE".
mujhe dil ke khata par ‘yas’ sharmana nahi aata
paraya jurm apne naam likhavana nahi aata
bura ho pa-e-sarkash ka ki thak jana nahi aata
kabhi gumrah ho kar reh par aana nahi aata
mujhe ae nakhuda aakhir kisi ko muh dikhana hai
bahana kar ke tanha par utar jana nahi aata
musibat ka pahad aakhir kisi din kat hi jayega
mujhe sar mar kar teshe se mar jana nahi aata
asiro shauq-e-azadi mujhe bhi gudgudata hai
magar chadar se bahar panv phailana nahi aata
dil-e-behausala hai ik zara si tis ka mehman
wo aansu kya piyega jis ko gham khana nahi aata
Those herbs which perfume the air most delightfully, not passed by as the rest, but, being trodden upon and crushed, are three; that is, burnet, wild thyme and watermints. Therefore, you are to set whole alleys of them, to have the pleasure when you walk or tread.