Phool

main chahta tha ki us ko gulab pesh karun wo khud gulab tha us ko gulab kya deta

log kanton se bach ke chalte hain main ne phulon se zakhm khae hain

hum ne kanton ko bhi narmi se chhua hai aksar log bedard hain phulon ko masal dete hain

kanton se guzar jata hun daman ko bacha kar phulon ki siyasat se main begana nahin hun

use kisi se mohabbat na thi magar us ne gulab tod ke duniya ko shak mein dal diya

shabnam ke aansu phul par ye to wahi qissa hua aankhen meri bhigi hui chehra tera utra hua

aaj bhi shayad koi phulon ka tohfa bhej de titliyan mandla rahi hain kanch ke gul-dan par

kanton se dil lagao jo ta-umr sath den phulon ka kya jo sans ki garmi na sah saken befriend the thorns for they will be loyal until death what of these flowers that will wilt with just a burning breath

agarche phul ye apne liye kharide hain koi jo puchhe to kah dunga us ne bheje hain

phul hi phul yaad aate hain aap jab jab bhi muskuraate hain

suno ki ab hum gulab denge gulab lenge mohabbaton mein koi khasara nahin chalega

phul khile hain likha hua hai todo mat aur machal kar ji kahta hai chhodo mat translation blossomed flowers and ‘do not pluck’ is diktat, but the spirited heart says this: ‘don’t leave that’. sagar akbarabadi

sach hai ehsan ka bhi bojh bahut hota hai chaar phulon se dabi jati hai turbat meri

phul kar le nibah kanton se aadmi hi na aadmi se mile

khuda ke waste gul ko na mere hath se lo mujhe bu aati hai is mein kisi badan ki si

kante to khair kante hain is ka gila hi kya phulon ki wardat se ghabra ke pi gaya

apni qismat mein sabhi kuchh tha magar phul na the tum agar phul na hote to hamare hote

hamesha hathon mein hote hain phul un ke liye kisi ko bhej ke mangwane thodi hote hain

rang aankhon ke liye bu hai dimaghon ke liye phul ko hath lagane ki zarurat kya hai

phulon ko surkhi dene mein patte pile ho jate hain

kuchh aise phul bhi guzre hain meri nazron se jo khil ke bhi na samajh pae zindagi kya hai

kai tarah ke tahaif pasand hain us ko magar jo kaam yahan phul se nikalta hai

phulon ki tazgi hi nahin dekhne ki chiz kanton ki samt bhi to nigahen utha ke dekh

gham-e-umr-e-mukhtasar se abhi be-khabar hain kaliyan na chaman mein phenk dena kisi phul ko masal kar

kanton pe chale hain to kahin phul khile hain phulon se mile hain to badi chot lagi hai

mehr-o-mah gul phul sab the par hamein chehrai chehra hamein bhata raha the speaker admits that the world is full of celebrated beauty: the sun, the moon, flowers. yet none of these standard symbols of loveliness can compete with the beloved’s face, which alone truly captivates the heart. the repetition “face after face” suggests lingering, continuous fascination—an almost devotional fixation. the couplet turns cosmic and natural beauty into mere background for a single, personal beloved.

main ne qubul kar liya chup chap wo gulab jo shakh de rahi thi teri or se mujhe

tujh se bichhdun to koi phul na mahke mujh mein dekh kya karb hai kya zat ki sachchai hai

pata tha mujh ko mulaqat ghair-mumkin hai so tera dhyan kiya aur gulab chum liya

chahne walo pyar mein thodi aazadi bhi lazim hai dekho mera phul ziyaada dekh-bhaal se tut gaya