mahakti zulfon se khoshe gulon ke chhuT gire — Zeb Ghauri

main payambar tiraa nahin lekin
mujh se bhi baat kar khudaa mere

jaag ke mere saath samundar raatein kartaa hai
jab sab log chale jaaein to baatein kartaa hai

talaash ek bahaana thaa khaak uDaane kaa
pata chalaa ki hamein justuju-e-yaar na thi

dil ko sambhaale hanstaa boltaa rahtaa huun lekin
sach puchho to 'zeb' tabiat Thiik nahin hoti

jagmagaataa huaa khanjar mire siine mein utaar
raushni le ke kabhi khaana-e-viraan mein aa

uDaa ke khaak bahut main ne dekh li ai 'zeb'
vahaan talak to koi raasta nahin jaataa

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

ishq udaasi ke paighaam to laataa rahtaa hai din raat
lekin ham ko khush rahne ki aadat bahut ziyaada hai

kuchh aastinon ki majburiyaan bhi hoti hain
khushi se apni bhalaa saanp kaun paaltaa hai

balaa-e-jaan thi jo bazm-e-tamaashaa chhoD di main ne
khushaa ai zindagi khvaabon ki duniyaa chhoD di main ne

nahin nahin main bahut khush rahaa huun tere baghair
yaqin kar ki ye haalat abhi abhi hui hai

vo kuchh muskuraanaa vo kuchh jheinp jaanaa
javaani adaaein sikhaati hain kyaa kyaa