shu’ur-e-tishnagi ik roz mein pukhta nahin hotaa — Zia Faooqui

mat puchhiye kyaa jitne niklaa thaa main ghar se
ye dekhiye kyaa haar ke lauTaa huun safar se

badan ki qaid se chhuTaa to log pahchaane
tamaam 'umr kisi ko miraa pata na milaa

ye safar ye Dubte suraj kaa manzar aur main
jaane kab ho paaeinge baaham miraa ghar aur main

aankhein hain ki ab tak usi chaukhaT pe dhari hain
detaa huun zamaane ko magar apnaa pata aur

zindagi ke is safar ne aur kyaa mujh ko diyaa
ek TuuTaa aaina do chaar patthar aur main

pahle thaa bahut faasla baazaar se ghar kaa
ab ek hi kamre mein hai baazaar bhi ghar bhi

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

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

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