tamannaa ik tarah ki jaan hai jo marte dam nikle — Muztar Khairabadi

ik sadma-e-mohabbat ik sadma-e-judaai
ginti ke do hain lekin laakhon ki jaan par hain

un kaa ik patlaa saa khanjar un kaa ik naazuk saa haath
vo to ye kahiye miri gardan khushi mein kaT gai

tum agar chaaho to miTTi se abhi paidaa hon phuul
main agar maangun to dariyaa bhi na de paani mujhe

zulf ko kyuun jakaD ke baandhaa hai
us ne bosa liyaa thaa gaal kaa kyaa

mire dil ne jhaTke uThaae hain kitne ye tum apni zulfon ke baalon se puchho
kaleje ki choTon ko main kyaa bataaun ye chhaati pe lahraane vaalon se puchho

bichhaDnaa bhi tumhaaraa jite-ji ki maut hai goyaa
use kyaa khaak lutf-e-zindagi jis se judaa tum ho

miri tamannaa hai ab ke tum phir milo to ji bhar ke muskuraaein
ki dekhnaa hai ye raushni kaa safar bahut der baa'd jaa kar

kabhi khauf thaa tire hijr kaa kabhi aarzu ke zavaal kaa
rahaa hijr-o-vasl ke darmiyaan tujhe kho sakaa na main paa sakaa

kyaa kyaa na pyaas jaage mire dil ke dasht mein
hasrat bhi ek aag hai laage jo raat bhar

kyaa vo khvaahish ki jise dil bhi samajhtaa ho haqir
aarzu vo hai jo siine mein rahe naaz ke saath

ab zindagi se koi bhi shikva nahin mujhe
tu mil gayaa to koi tamanna nahin mujhe

lauT kar aae vo viraana-e-hasti dekhe
jis ki khvaahish thi ki barbaad kiyaa jaae mujhe