Poetry

ghalib duniya mein waahid shaa'ir hai jo samajh mein na aaye to dugna maza deta hai.

talkhiyan khun-e-jigar ki sha'iri mein ghol kar chand misre' laen hain hum bhi sunane ke liye

thik hai khud ko hum badalte hain

thiik hai khud ko ham badalte hain shukriya mashvarat ka chalte hain ho raha huun main kis tarah barbad dekhne vaale haath malte hain hai vo jaan ab har ek mahfil ki ham bhi ab ghar se kam nikalte hain kya takalluf karen ye kahne men jo bhi khush hai ham us se jalte hain hai use duur ka safar dar-pesh ham sambhale nahin sambhalte hain tum bano rang tum bano khushbu ham to apne sukhan men dhalte hain main usi tarah to bahalta huun aur sab jis tarah bahalte hain hai ajab faisle ka sahra bhi chal na padiye to paanv jalte hain thik hai khud ko hum badalte hain shukriya mashwarat ka chalte hain ho raha hun main kis tarah barbaad dekhne wale hath malte hain hai wo jaan ab har ek mahfil ki hum bhi ab ghar se kam nikalte hain kya takalluf karen ye kahne mein jo bhi khush hai hum us se jalte hain hai use dur ka safar dar-pesh hum sambhaale nahin sambhalte hain tum bano rang tum bano khushbu hum to apne sukhan mein dhalte hain main usi tarah to bahalta hun aur sab jis tarah bahalte hain hai ajab faisle ka sahra bhi chal na padiye to panw jalte hain

azaad shaa'iri ki misaal aisi hai jaise baghair net tennis khelna.

dhund aflak nae aur zaminen bhi nai ho ghazal ka teri har she'r naya harf-ba-harf

aakhir kab tak adeeb eik naakaara aadmi samjha jaayega. kab tak shaaer ko eik gappein haankne waala mutasawwar kiya jaayega, kab tak hamaare literature par chan khud-gharaz aur hawas-parast logon ki hukmuraani rahegi. kab tak?

she’r kitna hi fuzool aur kamzor kyun na ho, use khud kaatna aur hazf karna itna hi mushkil hai jitna apni aulaad ko badsoorat kahna ya zamboor se apna hilta hua daant khud ukhaadna.