yahi wafa ka sila hai to koi baat nahi,
ye dard tumne diya hai to koi baat nahi
yahi bahut hai ki tum dekhte ho saahil se
jo hum doob rahe hai to koi baat nahi...
A dost tu bhi likha kar shayari,
Meri tarah tera bhi naam ho jaega...
Jab tujh par bhi padenge ANDE, TAMAATAR,
Shaam ke sabji ka intzaam ho jaega....
Main houn yahan, Tu hai wahan,
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Main houn yahan, Tu hai wahan,
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. Lifebouy hai jahan, Tandurusti hai wahan.
Wafa ke badle Bewfai na diya Karo,
Meri Ummid thukra Kar inkaar na kiya Karo,
Teri Mohabbat me Hum sab kuch Kho bethe,
Jaan chali jayegi, imtihan na liya Karo.
Pal pal ne kaha ek pal se...
Pal bhar ke liye tum mere sath raho,
Pal bhar ka sath kuch aisa ho ki...
har pal tum hi tum yaad Raho.
I said- Why you always hurt me and break my heart?
You know what she said?????
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She said- I always use to break your heart to just replace my heart there.
Zindagi Ki Jaan Fashani Mein Kya Paaya
Kabhi Dard Paaya, Kabhi Gham Be-Inteha’n Paaya
Tut_te Tut_te Bhi Hum, Kuch Yun Tutey ALAM
Ki Baad Bikharne Ke Humein, Na Koi Samet Paaya
Tanhaai me mujhe aksar dosto ki yaad aati hai.
dosto ke sath bitaye un lamhoo ki yaad aati hai.
Aankhe roti aur dil tarasta hai mera unhe milneko.
lekin Aankhe rote rote hi soojati hai…….
Khalish Seene Ki Din-Raat Jalati Hai,
Kashmaksh Raaton Ki Neend Bhi Kha Jati Hai,
Kahin Kio Manzil Nazar Aati Nahi,
Bas Jazbaaton Ke Shor Mein Aankh Khul Jaati Hai,
Vyakul Mann Uske Diye Dard Mein Rota Hai,
Karvatein Badal Badal Ke Is Shab Ko Dhota Hai,
Nam Aankhon Mein Dard Bhi Bheeg Bheeg Jaata Hai,
Uff Magar Gam Ka Paimana Khali Na [...]
Tere pyaar main zalim hum khud ko gumana nahi chahtae,
teri yaad hum main khud ko satana nahi chahtae,
teri aashiqui main hum khud ko behlana nahi chahate,
is mohhabat kae zalzalae main khud ko jalana nahi chahtae…
kitna sochtae hai hum kae tuhsae door jae,
kuch aisa ho kae tujhko hamesha kae liyae bhul jae,
teri baekarari main hum jun [...]
Katra Katra aaj Khaamosh pada hai,
Baarish ki boondo mein kyo nahi aghaaz hai,
Kyo dabi- dabi si har aawaaz hai,
Aaj waqt bhi waqt ka mohtaj hai,
Par is sannate me kuch sunai padta hai,
Shayad kisi aazad panchi ki parvaz hai
Bik Gaya Insaan Is Duniya K Jhamele Me
Ab Toh Imandaari K Bate Hoti Hai Kisi Kone Me
Bachaun Kaise Is Desh Ko Un Lotero Se
Dhadak Raha Hai Shaitaan Unke Seene Me
Milavat Hi Hoti Hai Har Cheez Me Yahan
Warna Muje Taqleef Toh Hoti Zaher Peene Me
Raja Maharaja Jee Gae Shaahi Zindegi
Hum Raja Hoke B Fakhiro Ka Andaaz [...]
Rehna nahi des biraana hai,
ye sansar dhool ka bhawar,
isi me fir ghul jaana hai,
ye sansaar gamon ka dariyaa,
doob ke guhar-e-khusi ko paana hai,
ye sansaar ik bujhta deepak,
humko haath lagaana hai.
Meine mou ko kafan me jab chupa lia
Tab unhe mujhse milne ki fursat milli
Haal-e dil poochne jab woh ghar se challe
Raaste me unhe meri maiyatt milli
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Woh jaffa karke bhi kaabil-e-Kadar hain
Mujhko meri wafa ka sillah ye milla
Jeete jee [...]
There are times when I am trapped within a sandstorm, to only witness lifelessness, swishing past my cheek. The mirage of a bird - guarding vitality - too, resided in days of yore.
He took my smile and planted seeds, but forgot that flowers couldn't grow upon the marble skin. So cosseted did I, the petals in my mind, against the silky gown... Alas, tears had long dried, to keep them alive.
If only did a bird assort dusty plumes; adorning straw within my hair. Scentless is the slumbering nearness of us; eluding, refusing, imperfection.
Standstill - do I wish to breathe again? No sign of sentiments upon my cheek.
Lurching inside apathies, a prolonged anguish still remains; fragments of nature still repeat, sandy is perception.
Last night I wrote something deep for you, Staying up in bed, as I couldn't close my eyes. I have thought about it over and over again, If I sent it in the mail, would it come as a suprise?
The first words I used were, 'Dear Alexzander,' And I'm sure the first lines just gave it away. So if anyone ever found it and started to read, 'Who is the letter for?' You'd never hear them say.
If you received it then asked who it was for, I'd get angry for stating the obvious in plain. Yes, I wrote it on the white paper, just for you, But the way I wrote will never be the same.
Thanks for being that one fortunate person, That I never thought would enter my life. I know we spoke about or future together, Having kids, and the day I'd be your wife.
But you're honestly not the best for me, As how you've treated me mean then kind. Look, I will never regret having you here, All though you had no personality, you look fine.
After I finish, I know I'll take you back to me, As you have always kept running on back. Forget about the stories that the chick will tell, A little bit of sympathy for you, Is all I lack.
Breasts are a wonderful thing They make us happy and make us sing, Men love them large or small I myself just love them all,
To caress and kiss, or just enjoy Fondling them as gods greatest toy, Women dont understand our infatuation That when we play with them its like a vacation,
We all want what we dont have of our own Seeing them gets my attention overthrown, Please dont be insulted by my compliments this hour Possessing those give the women more power,
Weakening us without trying By refusing us you leave us crying, my homage here is with much respect Saying what you already detect,
In closing I will say to you How happy I am they come in two
There was once a historic hen That confounded the thoughts of men As time went on the plot would thicken Which came first the egg or the chicken? Still today the question does beg Was it the chicken or the egg? If men had only the wisdom of an owl Would they give a hoot about any fowl? Creationist were never in the dark Quite sure that two chickens boarded the ark Long before there was ever any clock Farmers woke to the crowing of a cock The hen pecked rooster is attached To every clucking chick that ever hatched Like a rogue fox straying from its den The first hen evolved, we don't know when.
I love you more every day, My name I long for you to say. Do you know just how I feel? Do you know this love is real? Sometimes I wonder what you think. When you hear my name, do your cheeks turn pink? Do you dream about me every night? Wish to hug me and hold me tight? Do you think we're meant to be? Together forever, you and me? These are the questions that run through my mind, Your way into my heart, you did find. It drives me crazy as to what I should do, Should I risk a friendship and confess to you? Or should I keep my feelings inside, Keep them locked up, let them hide? I just don't know what to do anymore, My heart it aches, my heart it's sore. I love you more than you could know, And I don't want to ever let you go. So even if I'm just a friend, I'll always love you until the end.
Would you just listen and please don't say a word, just yet,
I'd like you to think back to the very first time we met,
How you felt around me? The memories we shared,
And just remember that once upon a time, you really cared.
Now think about how we parted, and how much I cried,
But please don't speak, remember that I never ever lied,
That I told you the honest truth about why we were to split,
But now I'd like you to know that my heart broke bit by bit.
The pain was deep, unbearable and painful, for so many years,
I'll never forget all the sadness, all the uncontrollable tears,
Slowly I am rebuilding my life, I am content with what I've got,
And although it is hard I am beginning to forget what I have not.
You were a special part of my life that I will never forget,
A part of my life that broke my heart, but that I don't regret,
You gave me some happy memories that I'll keep in my heart,
Although sometimes I wish that you and I didn't have to part.
You were my first love and my true love, that will always be so,
After all of the heartache, sadness and never ending pain, I know,
You and I had something special and that will never change,
Because I love you and loving someone else will always seem strange.
Would you just listen and please don't say a word, not ever,
I'd like you to remember that once upon a time, we said forever,
That I had hopes and dreams, that I was the one who threw them away,
And this is something I will always regret until my dying day.
If Love is a Universal emotion, then the pain it often causes (some might say inevitably causes) is equally Universal. Yet, that only begs the more important question: Why do sad poems and stories of emotional pain bring each of us a strange kind of pleasure?
I'm sure the psychologists have an answer to that question. And I'm just as sure it's a different answer than a poet would give.
Maybe, in the end, the answer really isn't so complex. A burden born by one can often grow too heavy to bear. Maybe, in the end, each of us knows that sharing our pain is the only way we can live with the pain. And that's really what each of these poignantly sad poems are about - sharing.
