Awaz

aawaz de ke dekh lo shayad wo mil hi jae warna ye umr bhar ka safar raegan to hai

lahja ki jaise subh ki khushbu azan de ji chahta hai main teri aawaz chum lun

sabr par dil ko to aamada kiya hai lekin hosh ud jate hain ab bhi teri aawaz ke sath

wo khush-kalam hai aisa ki us ke pas hamein tawil rahna bhi lagta hai mukhtasar rahna

us ghairat-e-nahid ki har tan hai dipak shoala sa lapak jae hai aawaz to dekho the couplet praises a beloved singer whose artistry is so intense that it is imagined to ignite fire. “naheed” (venus) suggests celestial beauty, while “deepak” evokes the legendary idea of music that can light lamps. the emotional core is wonder: the poet feels her voice is not mere sound but burning radiance that sets the air aflame.

mohabbat soz bhi hai saz bhi hai khamoshi bhi hai ye aawaz bhi hai

khuda ki us ke gale mein ajib qudrat hai wo bolta hai to ek raushni si hoti hai

maut khamoshi hai chup rahne se chup lag jaegi zindagi aawaz hai baaten karo baaten karo

bolte rahna kyunki tumhaari baaton se lafzon ka ye bahta dariya achchha lagta hai

gum raha hun tere khayalon mein tujh ko aawaz umr bhar di hai

chhup gae wo saz-e-hasti chhed kar ab to bas aawaz hi aawaz hai

koi aaya teri jhalak dekhi koi bola suni teri aawaz

tafriq husn-o-ishq ke andaz mein na ho lafzon mein farq ho magar aawaz mein na ho

dhime suron mein koi madhur git chhediye thahri hui hawaon mein jadu bikheriye

phul ki khushbu hawa ki chap shishe ki khanak kaun si shai hai jo teri khush-bayani mein nahin

main jo bola kaha ki ye aawaz usi khana-kharab ki si hai the couplet captures a sting of recognition: the speaker’s own voice is identified with a “khana-kharab,” a person wrecked by sorrow and disgrace. “voice” becomes a metaphor for inner condition—pain leaks out even when one tries to speak normally. the emotional core is shame and self-reproach: the speaker feels branded by ruin, as if their identity has become nothing but brokenness.

lai mein dubi hui masti bhari aawaz ke sath chhed de koi ghazal ek nae andaz ke sath

hath jis ko laga nahin sakta us ko aawaz to lagane do

charagh jalte hain baad-e-saba mahakti hai tumhaare husn-e-takallum se kya nahin hota

teri aawaz ko is shahr ki lahren tarasti hain ghalat number milata hun to pahron baat hoti hai

khamoshi ke nakhun se chhil jaya karte hain koi phir in zakhmon par aawazen malta hai

mujh se jo chahiye wo dars-e-basirat lije main khud aawaz hun meri koi aawaz nahin

us ki aawaz mein the sare khad-o-khal us ke wo chahakta tha to hanste the par-o-baal us ke

ye bhi ejaz mujhe ishq ne bakhsha tha kabhi us ki aawaz se main dip jala sakta tha

meri ye aarzu hai waqt-e-marg us ki aawaz kan mein aawe

khanak jate hain jab saghar to pahron kan bajte hain are tauba badi tauba-shikan aawaz hoti hai

dard-e-dil pahle to wo sunte na the ab ye kahte hain zara aawaz se

us pe qurban ki jis ne teri aawaz suni sadqe us aankh ke jis ne tera jalwa dekha

raat ek ujde makan par ja ke jab aawaz di gunj utthe baam-o-dar meri sada ke samne

khatm ho jaega jis din bhi tumhaara intizar ghar ke darwaze pe dastak chikhti rah jaegi