sab ham-safir chhoD ke tanhaa chale gae — Mirza Mohammad Taqi Hawas

talaash is tarah bazm-e-aish mein hai be-nishaanon ki
koi kapDe mein jaise zakhm-e-sozan kaa nishaan DhunDhe

aashnaa koi nazar aataa nahin yaan ai 'havas'
kis ko main apnaa anis-e-kunj-e-tanhaai karun

dekhein kyaa ab ke asiri hamein dikhlaati hai
log kahte hain ki phir fasl-e-bahaar aati hai

dil mein ik iztiraab baaqi hai
ye nishaan-e-shabaab baaqi hai

lutf-e-shab-e-mah ai dil us dam mujhe haasil ho
ik chaand baghal mein ho ik chaand muqaabil ho

sahraa mein 'havas' khaar-e-mughilaan ki madad se
baare miraa khuun har khas-o-khaashaak ko pahunchaa

gham hai na ab khushi hai na ummid hai na yaas
sab se najaat paae zamaane guzar gae

jab ki pahlu se yaar uThtaa hai
dard be-ikhtiyaar uThtaa hai

ye aansu ponchh lijiye aur muskuraaiye
chaara nahin hai koi bhi rukhsat kiye baghair

husn jalva dikhaa gayaa apnaa
ishq baiThaa rahaa udaas kahin

main ne apni palkon par gham-kade sajaae hain
aarzu ke maatam mein sogvaar hasti hai

ham haal to kah sakte hain apnaa pa kahein kyaa
jab vo idhar aate hain to tanhaa nahin aate