hamari muskurahat par na jaana diya to qabr par bhi jal raha hai

ai ghham-e-zindagi na ho naraz mujh ko aadat hai muskurane ki

ek aisa bhi vaqt hota hai muskurahat bhi aah hoti hai

dhuup nikli hai barishon ke baad vo abhi ro ke muskurae hain

bujh gai shama ki lau tere dupatte se to kya apni muskan se mahfil ko munavvar kar de

nahin itab-e-zamana khitab ke qabil tira javab yahi hai ki muskurae ja

ab aur is ke siva chahte ho kya 'mulla' ye kam hai us ne tumhen muskura ke dekh liya

aur bhi kitne tariqe hain bayan-e-ghham ke muskurati hui ankhon ko to pur-nam na karo

muskurana kabhi na raas aaya har hansi ek vardat bani

mahfil men log chaunk pade mere naam par tum muskura diye miri qimat yahi to hai

jaise pau phat rahi ho jangal men yuun koi muskurae jaata hai

muskurane ki kya zarurat hai aap yuun bhi udaas lagte hain

vo muskura ke koi baat kar raha tha 'shumar' aur us ke lafz bhi the chandni men bikhre hue

'nazir' log to chehre badalte rahte hain tu itna saada na ban muskurahaten pahchan

guzar raha hai idhar se to muskurata ja charaghh-e-majlis-e-ruhaniyan jalata ja

uthao camera tasvir khinch lo in ki udaas log kahan roz muskurate hain

hamare ghar se jaana muskura kar phir ye farmana tumhen meri qasam dekho miri raftar kaisi hai

muskurahat hai husn ka zevar muskurana na bhuul jaaya karo

shamil nahin hain jis men teri muskurahaten vo zindagi kisi bhi jahannam se kam nahin

vahan salam ko aati hai nange paanv bahar khile the phuul jahan tere muskurane se

hamari muskurahat par na jaana diya to qabr par bhi jal raha hai

ai ghham-e-zindagi na ho naraz mujh ko aadat hai muskurane ki

muskurahat hai husn ka zevar muskurana na bhuul jaaya karo

dil men tufan ho gaya barpa tum ne jab muskura ke dekh liya

dhuup nikli hai barishon ke baad vo abhi ro ke muskurae hain

yuun muskurae jaan si kaliyon men pad gai yuun lab-kusha hue ki gulistan bana diya

nahin itab-e-zamana khitab ke qabil tira javab yahi hai ki muskurae ja

muskura kar dekh lete ho mujhe is tarah kya haq ada ho jaega

aur bhi kitne tariqe hain bayan-e-ghham ke muskurati hui ankhon ko to pur-nam na karo

mere honton pe muskurahat hai garche siine men daaghh rakhta huun

mahfil men log chaunk pade mere naam par tum muskura diye miri qimat yahi to hai

mire habib miri muskurahaton pe na ja khuda-gavah mujhe aaj bhi tira ghham hai

jaise pau phat rahi ho jangal men yuun koi muskurae jaata hai

vahan salam ko aati hai nange paanv bahar khile the phuul jahan tere muskurane se

muskurane ki kya zarurat hai aap yuun bhi udaas lagte hain

itna roya huun ghham-e-dost zara sa hans kar muskurate hue lamhat se ji darta hai

'nazir' log to chehre badalte rahte hain tu itna saada na ban muskurahaten pahchan

jiine marne ka ek hi saman us ki muskan ho gai hogi

uthao camera tasvir khinch lo in ki udaas log kahan roz muskurate hain

dilon ko tere tabassum ki yaad yuun aai ki jagmaga uthen jis tarah mandiron men charaghh

the couplet compares the remembrance of the beloved’s smile to a sacred illumination. that memory doesn’t merely comfort—it brightens the inner world the way temple lamps spread a pure, steady glow. the metaphor turns love into a kind of devotion, where the heart becomes a temple and the smile its light.