koi honthon pe ungli rakh gaya hai usii din se main likhkar bolta hooñ

agar hai ishq saccha to nigaahon se bayaañ hogaa zabaan se bolna bhi kya koi izhaar hota hai

tariqe aur bhi hain is tarah parkha nahin jaata charaaghon ko hawa ke saamne rakha nahin jaata mohabbat faisla karti hai pahle chand lamhon men jahaan par ishq hota hai vahaañ socha nahin jaata

mere honton pe apni pyaas rakh do aur phir socho ki is ke baa'd bhi duniya men kuchh paana zaroori hai

us ke honton pe rakh ke hont apne baat hi ham tamaam kar rahe hain

ye vahii hooñ main vo hi haara hua phir vahii din hai..wo guzaara hua kaise apni taraf chala aaya main kisi aur ka pukaara hua

vo jo paagal tha ab vo kaisa hai aise vo poochta hai haal meraa

gali men baithe hain uski nazar jamaaye hue hamaare bas men faqat intizaar karna hai

ye zindagi jo pukaare to shak sa hota hai kahii abhii to mujhe KHud-kushi nahin karne

tumhaara khavaab bhi aaye to neend poori ho main so to jaaunga neend aane ki davaa lekar