Roti hui aakho me intazaar hota hai, Na chahate huye bhi pyar hota hai, Kyu dekhte hai hum who sapne, jinke tutne par bhi unke sach hone ka intzaar aakhir taak hota hai
Woh Nazar kahan se laun jo tumhe bhulade, Woh dawa kahan se laun jo is Dard ko mitade, Milna to likha hota hai Taqdiron me Par, Woh Taqdir hi kahan se laun joh Hum Dono ko milade…
Kuch Is Tarah Se Tode Han Milne K Silsily.Sub Nishan Apni Yaad K Mita K Chala Gya.Main Dhundta Raha Jise Milne K WasteWo Shakhs Mere Shehr Main Aa Kr Chala Gya
Is se zyada kya rakhte hai chahat ki umeed,mita diya khud ko tumhe paane ke liye,mar kar bhi na bhool payenge hum,aankh to bandh ki hai sirf zamane ke liye.
Kaise jiyenge tum bin,kaash tumhe ye ehsaas to raha hota,Jo dard saha hai humne,woh kabhi tumne bhi saha hota,Bas chal diye begano ki tarah daaman chhod ke,Kam se kam ek baar ALVIDA to kaha hota.
Is dil ki gali mei sada ker k to dekho,yeh rasm-e-faqiri ha ada ker k to dekhoreh jayegi tumhari her ik baat adhuri,tum khudko kabhi mujhse juda ker k to dekho.
