Qaid

mujh se qafas ka darwaza kya tutega panw padi zanjir mein khoi rahti hun

kah rahe hain wo bana kar zulf ko mujriman-e-ishq ki zanjir dekh

qafas mein rah ke na rote agar ye jaante hum chaman mein rah ke bhi rona hai baal-o-par ke liye

chhedti hai mujhe aa aa ke meri aazadi go main qaidi hun mere panw mein zanjir bhi hai

shajar ki yaad rulati hi thi magar ab to jo aashiyan ke barabar tha wo qafas bhi gaya

qaid-e-awargi-e-jaan hi bahut hai mujh ko ek diwar meri ruh ke andar na bana

zindagani asir karne ko gesuon ka ye jal achchha hai

roz zindan ki diwar pe likhta hai koi hae tanhai salasil se kahin bhaari hai

gah ho jata hun main apni ana ka qaidi main na aaun to phir aa kar mujhe chhudwaega

khinchte ho har jaanib kis liye lakiren si main na koi rawan hun main na koi sita hun

khat-o-kakul-o-zulf-o-andaz-o-naz huin dam-e-rah sad-giraftariyan meer taqi meer lists the beloved’s features and gestures as if each one is a separate snare. the “traps on the road” suggest that wherever the lover turns, beauty lies in ambush. the core feeling is helpless surrender: her charm doesn’t just attract, it captures again and again. love here is shown as a repeated arrest by elegance and attitude.

mere hi jism ke zindan mein mujhe ai 'najmi' qaid kar rakkha hai khud meri ana ne mujh ko

hum to baithe hi rahe apni asiri ko liye banne wala kaam be-wahm-o-guman banta gaya